A few hours later, June walked into Neal's room. He was sound asleep, still on his stomach. June sat the tray she was carrying on the table.

"Neal." She said, as she gently shook him. "Wake up, Neal."

Neal opened his eyes and looked up at her.

"I called the doctor and he said to go ahead and take the antibiotics you have left, he will give you a new prescription Monday. He wants you to take them for a few days longer, to make up for you missing a couple of days. He also said that the flu symptoms may come back."

Neal rolled over, then yelped loudly and jumped out of bed.

"Maybe next time you'll listen." June said, sternly. Then her voice softened, "I brought you some soup."

"Thank you, June."

"You're welcome."

Neal took his medicine and ate his soup and crackers, standing up. June was sitting on his bed, talking to him while he ate.

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The next morning, Neal woke up feeling sick. His head and stomach hurt, and his muscles were once again sore. His butt was also still tender. With a moan, he slowly climbed out of bed and took his medicine.

"The opening was so not worth all of this." He said to himself.

He heard a knock on the door.

"Come in." He called out, not wanting to make the long walk to the door.

The door opened and Peter walked in.

"Sick again?" He asked, after seeing the way the younger man looked.

"Yeah."

"Serves you right." Then he walked over to him and felt of his forehead with his hand. "You're warm, but not too bad. Get back to bed, I'll fix you some soup."

"You cook?" Neal asked with a raised eyebrow.

"No, June left a huge pot on the stove for you. She had to go to some kind of school function, made me promise to make sure you ate and took your medicine."

"You don't have to." Neal said, feeling guilty that the older man was giving up his Sunday to tend to him.

"Nothing else to do." Peter replied, as he helped Neal back to bed. "El's out of town and there isn't a game on today. Might as well play nurse maid."

"Really, I'll be fine." Neal said.

"Just rest." Peter smiled. "I could use some company today, how about you?"

"Company sounds good." Neal returned the smile.

"I'll go get us some soup."

"Hey." Neal said with a mock glare. "That soup is mine, I'm the one who's sick."

"Keep it up, and you don't get any at all."

"I'll tell June."

"Tattle tale."

"Yep."

Peter chuckled, then left the room. He returned a few minutes later with two large bowls of soup. Neal carefully arranged his softest pillows on the bed and gently sat down. Peter pulled a chair from the dinning table and sat down beside the bed. The two men ate in silence for a few moments.

"You know I have to say it." Peter said, with a small smile.

"I know." Neal sighed.

"You would not be sick now, or sitting on pillows, if you didn't pull that boneheaded stunt."

"Is it out of your system now?"

"Yep."

"Good. Want to play some cards after we eat?"

"Sure."

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COMPLETE

I know it's sort. Please let me know what you think. I will post another story as soon as I can, I have one in my head that I'm about to start writing.