Who Knew Snow was an Aphrodisiac?
Summery- Who knew it took an accident on a cold winters day to get feelings out into the open? Howince slash.
Disclaimer- I do not own Mighty Boosh, the wonderful Noel and Julian do :)
Author's Notes- Thank you everyone for all your reviews. I'm actually pleased with how the story is shaping out I also had to look up the symptoms for pneumonia that Vince will have.
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The flat door once again opened, but more forcefully. This woke the stoned shaman and his familar out of their drugged-up slumber, watching in shock as Howard bought the limp body of Vince to them.
"Help him, he's so cold to the touch and he's not breathing properly" Howard almost yelled with worry, the goth in his arms shivering violently.
"Get him back to his room and strip him down. Get him into a warm bath and get him some warmer clothes, me and Bollo will check him in a bit" Naboo ordered. The jazz mavarick nodded, before moving up the stairs to Vince's room. Inside, he gently laid his friend down the bed and covered him with the blue and yellow quilt, before moving into the bathroom.
He ran the hot and cold taps, then moved back into the bedroom when he heard violent coughing noises. He watched in horror as Vince curled up on himself, coughing up some yellow phlegm on his covers and gasping for breath. Howard moved closer to him when he'd finished and rested his hand on the goth's white cheek, then moving it back in shock at the heat coming of his skin, even though he was still shivering.
He gathered Vince in his arms and moved him into the bathroom. He took off the black boots, then started peeling the ski suit off, causing Vince to moan both in pain and in shock "...Howard?"
The jazz mavarick looked up to see the goth's eyes open, blue tinged with pain and bright from the fever he was suffering "Listen Vince, you're ill. I have to take this off or you're gonna get worst, understand?" Vince nodded, as he allowed Howard to take of his outfit, gasping when the cool breeze in the bathroom hit his blazing, but pale skin.
When he'd finished stripping him, Howard gathered Vince in his arms once more and placed him in the bath, wincing when he heard the sharp intake of breath from his friend. He then started helping Vince to wash himself, notising the pale skin, almost like marble- smooth and beautiful. As he washed Vince's back and torso, Howard felt ribs and shoulder blades protuding out. As he was mesmorised, he couldn't help but notise the yelp of pain the goth gave when he pressed his hand on Vince's ribs.
He moved his hand to reveal brusing where the ribs were "Must have been where you struck the rock in the water" Howard said, more quietly to himself. When he'd finished washing Vince's body, Howard started washing his hair, enjoying the way his fingers glided smoothly through the raven locks, being careful not to damage it.
Howard then took Vince out of the bath, wrapping a large towel around the small body and keeping him as warm as he can "Howard?" A small voice called out to him. He looked Vince in the eyes and gasped at the sadness and pain in those blue eyes he loved so much "I'm sorry..about b-before..." A fit of coughs cut him off, before he started gasping for breath again. Howard, unknowing what to do, gently hugged the smaller man and rubbed his hand down Vince's back, soothing him with caring words.
"It's not your fault Vince. None of this is your fault. I shouldn't have just left you there, or reacted like I did. It my fault really" Howard said, tears starting to well in his eyes. He gently rocked the body until he was sure Vince had fell to sleep, then laid him down and covered him with a blanket while he found warmer clothes.
He took out what looked to be purple and red fleecy pyjamas with a picture of Colobus the Crab on them, taking them back over to the bed and placing them gently onto his friend before easing him into bed. He heard the door open and saw Naboo and Bollo behind him, with medical equipment "How's he fairing?" the shaman asked.
"He keeps shivering, he has a high temperture and he won't stop coughing. He keeps gasping for breath, oh God he isn't dying, is he?" Howard asked, panicking.
"Stop worrying Howard, you're not helping like that. It's probably nothing, but you should wait outside while me and Bollo look him over" Naboo said calmly. Howard was torn from leaving Vince, but knew Naboo knew better and left the room.
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Five minutes later, the shaman and his familar left Vince's room with concerned looks on their faces, causing Howard to start panicking again "How is he?"
"Vince has pneumonia by the looks. He'll be having this fever and coughing fits for a few days by the looks, also he will be having some headaches and chest pains to come. It'll be a hard few days for him" Howard nodded and went back to his friend's room. He sat by the bed and held Vince's hand while the goth's skin was clammy and sweaty at the same time, moaning slightly at what seemed to be a chest pain Naboo said about.
"Please Vince, get well for me. I love you, come back to me" Howard whispered, placing a kiss on the cold hand in his hand, tears slowly trailing down his face.
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sorry if the chappie is short, but plenty of angst yay also i have a pair of those pyjamas only with tigger on them lol from chugirl2526.