Sick Saturday
David bustled around in the kitchen. It was Saturday morning in the Collins/Sawyer household and the sun was shining bright through the window. David started the coffee machine and set two mugs out in front, making sure he had grabbed Bryan's favourite one. He plopped two slices of bread into the toaster for him and a blueberry bagel for Bryan. Once the coffee was ready and the toast popped, he set it all out on the counter, ready for when Bryan groggily walked into the kitchen. It had been a long, hard week for the both of them, but mostly for Bryan. He'd been dealing with one wardrobe crisis after another and had worked late nights almost every night the past few weeks. David was excited to finally have a day to relax and spend some much needed time with his boyfriend.
Looking at the time, David assumed Bryan would walk into the kitchen in three, two, one...
Ten minutes had passed and Bryan still hadn't come downstairs. David had finished his breakfast and was sipping his coffee slowly. By now Bryan's coffee would have surpassed the temperature he preferred: cool enough to drink but still hotter than "warm". Whatever that meant!
David checked his watch again. It was almost 11:00, and that was late even for Bryan. David made his way up the stairs, trying not to spill Bryan's coffee. He opened the bedroom door slowly with a creak.
"Bry?" He called into the room. "You up, Sweetie?"
There was no reply from the pile of blankets on the bed. David set the coffee on the bedside table. He looked at the jumble of covers and tried to find where Bryan's head might be. He then cautiously pulled back the blanket revealing Bryan's face, which flinched at the sudden introduction of sunlight.
"Mmnn..." Bryan whined as he tried to bury his face into the pillows, and shield his still closed eyes from the light.
"Bryan, honey, it's time to wake up." David said as he reached to run his hand through Bryan's messy bangs. However, he immediately recoiled when he touched Bryan's forehead. "Bry! You're really hot! And I mean temperature wise..."
David put his palm against his boyfriend's forehead, feeling the heat seep into his hand. Bryan's eyes slowly opened and his sleepy gaze met with David's concerned one.
"I don't feel good." He managed through pouty lips, before his eyes drooped closed again.
"No kidding." David said as he turned and headed for the bathroom. Before he could leave the bed though, Bryan's arm shot out from the mess of covers and grabbed David's wrist.
"Don't go." Bryan whined sleepily.
"I'll be right back," David said, easily unlatching Bryan's weak grasp from his wrist and setting his arm back on the bed. "I'm just going to get a nice, cool cloth, alright?"
"Hmm..." Bryan hummed, "Fine."
David went to the bathroom and grabbed a soft face cloth and rinsed it under the ice cold tap. He wrung it out as best he could then returned to the Bryan's bedside.
"Here," he said, sitting on the bed beside Bryan. "This'll help."
He pressed the cold cloth to Bryan's forehead. Bryan flinched as the icy cloth touched his burning skin and moved to take the cloth off.
"Ah ah ah..." David cooed, grabbing his hand. "We need to regulate your body temp."
"I hate when you talk all... doctory," Bryan pouted, "but I also love it."
David smiled. "I'll go get some medicine. You keep this cloth right here, understood?"
Bryan nodded as best he could.
"Is there anything else you need?" David asked. Bryan paused to think.
"Cuddles?"
David smiled. He leant down and kissed his boyfriend's head.
"Your wish is my command." He said, "I'll be right back!"
Before he could get to the doorway he was stopped.
"I love you... my doctor." Bryan called.
"I love you, too." David called back.
So David's Saturday didn't turn out quite like he planned... Oh well, at least he got to spend the day with Bryan. That was really all he had wanted.
