Disclaimer: I don´t own anything and I don´t believe that the things told in my story will ever happen..for Jude´s sake, but it´s called fiction because it is NOT real, right. Just let a girl dream.
A/N: Thank you all for the kind reviews. You all rock so much. THANK YOU!
Many thanks to my BETA curreeus. I couldn´t do this without you :-D
Now lets see what our boys are doing.
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Coming down with something more (4/?)
Jude is dozing on and off for a while on the cold bathroom tiles. It´s not very comfortable but he feels to weak to just stand up and go to his overly warm bed.
The feeling of throwing up every time he moves abates just so slowly and he is still dizzy even if he just so much as blinks.
Stupid cold.
Yeah, get a brain Law.
That feels not like a cold anymore.
But still, here he is, lying on the floor of the bathroom floor of an hotel he currently can´t remember the name of.
Fantastic.
He needs to get up. Because, as fascinating those tiles and the toilet bowl is, if the chambermaid finds him like that, the chambermaid who comes every day except, wait...day off means no one will come to clean his rooms.
Fantastic,...again.
He has to concentrate on the job at hand, standing up like a normal person would, clean himself up a bit and getting that foul taste out of his mouth. That´s the plan.
And suddenly a spell of utterly loneliness overcomes him as he tries to get into a sitting position, being successful in the end.
Leaning on the cold ceramic tub, he thinks about the the days he spend on the stet of "Sherlock Holmes", about the happy self made family.
And Robert.
Back then, he could have counted on the man.
´Get a grip`, he thought. ´Those days are long gone`.
A bitter laugh escapes his dry lips and the cough that consequently follows leaves him more exhausted then before and THAT is the real irony.
This is too much, way too fast.
Consequences. He hates that word but still, it´s all he seems to deal with lately.
Or maybe his whole life.
He feels like a useless kid who can´t seem to take care of himself anymore. And still, he has his own family. He has kids, who love and adore him, so he believes.
What the hell is he whining about anyway?
A lost love and a not so little cold? He feels pathetic. And a bit depressed.
Maybe he should call Sadie. She was always good with sickness and such and she still cared enough to...God, NO.
She had enough on her own mind. Really.
He wouldn´t bother her anymore.
Slowly he made it up to his feet, steadying himself on the rim of the sink.
And for the first time he got a good look at himself in the bathroom mirror.
Shit. He looked like hell.
Face pale but cheeks highlighted with a fevered flush, he was the perfect picture of SICK, thank you very much.
Dull, glazed eyes looked at him and unfortunately they were his own.
His skin itched and hot shudders run up and down the length of his body.
Staring at the faucet before him, Jude´s brain came to the only logical conclusion.
Turning on the cold water and getting the plug in, Jude waited ´til the sink was full of the cool liquid.
Holding his breath and feeling the pressure building up in his chest, he dived in.
It lasted maybe two seconds before he had to come up and coughing his lungs out.
Damn, that hurts. He clasped his hand over his burning chest, trying not to pass out from the lack of oxygen and the need to breath evenly. Not an easy task.
It sounded so simple. In and out, in and out.
´Calm down man.`, he berated himself.
Little black dots blurred his vision. Not good.
´Calm your breathing, RIGHT now`. 1, 2, 3 breathe...1, 2, 3 breathe. Okay, okay, he could do this.
1, 2, 3 breathe...
Holding the head between his outstretched arms, Jude finally got much needed oxygen back into his lungs.
That was bad.
Meeting his features in the mirror he saw his blue green eyes leaking wetness and again his mind was trying to get around the incident that just occurred.
He was shaking and he was afraid. Point.
What the hell was wrong with him?
Yesterday about that time, he felt just a scratch in his throat and had a bad headache.
Nothing a good nights sleep couldn´t cure and now?
He needed help. Medical help.
So he took on the long journey back to his bed room, where he thought his mobile was lying, on his nightstand.
But he was still so very thirsty.
On wobbly legs he made it almost unscathed to the kitchen area.
Fortunately he was a man with all the faults which came with the label. Enough unwashed glasses were standing all around the counter. He just had to decide.
So, Jude took the first pot that came to hand and filled it with cool water.
He was slightly aware of the risks drinking the cool liquid that fast but he couldn´t care less right now.
Shaking hands lost their grip on the slick, cool glass as a loud blatant noise broke through the stillness of the room.
Little crystal shards scattered around the kitchen floor and the feverish man stood right between them, to shocked and scared to move his quivering limbs.
"What the..", Jude rasped .
He knew that sound...his mobile.
Without thinking, he run over broken glass and spilled water to reach the safety of solidarity.
Out of breath, coughing and with bleeding feeds he reached the damn thing in time.
Falling down on his bed, he was pressing the button saying "Hey" and listening.
"Hey yourself", a very well known voice answered.
And his world scattered around him.
"Rob?", Jude whispered. Well fudge, now he was delirious.
"Are you alright?", asked the voice. Roberts voice.
That was a joke, right? Or was he already dead and in heaven.
"Jude? Jude ! I´m on my way to you, man. We need to speak. Just tell me you are alright."
The man sounded a bit concerned.
He didn´t know what came over him, maybe exhaustion or the illness, he could not place it right now but he answered as honest he could.
"I´m tired and my feet are bleeding. I broke a glass...*harshbreath*
My eyes hurt and my bones and my head.
But don´t ...do not worry. It´s just a cold Rob!", Jude muttered. "Don´t worry. I´m fine, jus..fine. Don.. wor..ry. Talk to.. me? Please? I...", and he fell asleep.
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Talking to Susan was so much easier as he ever imaged. She obviously did know for a while now.
She surly was one to keep.
Helping him pack his bags, she assured him that everything was going to be alright. Jude would be just fine. She even kissed him rather fiercely, telling him this one was for his friend and he
shouldn´t dare to deliver it the wrong way.
Robert was taken aback.
"I know you love him darling," she whispered, as the two of them said good bye. "And I´m okay with that, really. You need each other. "
Teary-eyed he kissed her and said " I love you, babe. You´re really okay?"
She just smiled and sent him on is way with a little slap on his ass.
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Now, two hours later, Robert was more then a bit worried. The line just went dead and Jude sounded so out of it.
Bleeding feet? What the...?
It was time to put things straight and be there for his friend and former lover.
It was high time to make the man a permanent part of his life again.
TBC...
So..unBETAed again...How bad is it? Just tell me...I can live with the critical reviews. Sorry for the delay. Love you all.
Jen