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"Take off your shirt" Jason's voice commanded over Peter as the weak figure made his way over to his bed

"Take off your shirt" Jason's voice commanded over Peter as the weak figure made his way over to Jason's bed. He promptly plopped down on it and tried hard not to just fall asleep right then and there.

"Jason, I don't think I'm in the mood to do anything right now, I mean I love you and-"

"No Peter, not so we can do anything, I just don't want you to overheat." Jason watched as the gaunt figure slowly pulled his white school shirt over his head and collapsed onto the mattress. Jason walked over to him and stuck a thermometer underneath his tongue.

"Your mom packed you everything, didn't she?"

"Ish jush the nesheshties" Peter tried to speak around the devise that was occupying his mouth.

"Stop talking, it'll mess up the numbers. Not to mention I can't even understand what you're saying" Jason sat next to Peter and stroked his hair back. Finally after a good solid minute the thermometer beeped and Jason pulled it out.

"Jesus Peter! 103.2, that's not good, it's a wonder you didn't pass out earlier then P.E. class. Are you dizzy at all?" Jason began to frantically worry about his boyfriend. "Aspirin, that brings down fevers, right?! Tylenol, that'll work I bet. Here Peter take these" he threw the boy the bottle.

Peter eagerly twisted the cap off and took two of the capsules. He immediately laid his head down on Jason's pillow. Jason slowly made his way over to his bed and nuzzled his body between the wall and Peter.

"Is there anything else I can get you?" Jason inquired as he gently massaged Peter's lower back. Peter didn't say anything; he just closed his eyes and snuggled back into Jason's grip. Jason kissed the top of his head before he too fell asleep with one hand draped over Peter's body. And for that moment neither Peter nor Jason cared about the possible consequences they would face if someone was to walk in on them.

When Jason woke up he frantically scanned the room looking for Peter. The boy he loved was no longer intertwined with him.

"Peter?" he whispered still a little groggy after waking up. After surveying the room once more he concluded that Peter was indeed no longer in their bedroom. Jason tossed the sheets off of his body and threw his legs over the side of his bed.

If I were a sick Peter, where would I be? Jason mused as he put his slippers on and opened the door in search of his boyfriend. Probably doing something productive, in fact, it wouldn't surprise me if he had returned to classes after a quick nap—I seriously wouldn't put it past him. But the question to where Peter was became quickly known when Jason passed the bathroom and heard the sickening sound of someone retching.

Jason walked into the stall that he knew Peter was occupying. His heart ached to hear someone he cared so much about to be in such agony.

"Oh—please go away Jason. I really don't want you to see me like this." Peter cried as he held onto the basin of the toilet.

"It's alright Peter. I want to take care of you, I love you" Jason stood above Peter as he continued to empty out his stomach contents into the toilet.

"I'm fine" Peter looked up from what he was doing and gazed at Jason who was now giving him a very questioning look, "Alright, well I'll be fine. But you should go." Peter turned his eyes back into the bowl.

"I want to be with you. In sickness and in health, Peter I love you." Jason knelt beside Peter, and he vomited again, "I should have just taken you to the nurse." He sighed to himself as he lovingly rubbing Peter's back.