"He's fine. It's been, what? Two days?" Tyler said and shrugged.

"Almost three now. He won't respond to my texts or anyone's tweets." Evan huffed over the computer.

"He's sick, Evan. He's probably sleeping it off."

"Yeah, well, I'm going to go check on him since no one else around here fucking worries about him apparently." Evan shut his laptop with an attitude and packed a bag. He had time and no obligations for the weekend and he had plenty of money to spare.

Evan did have the right mind to call Luke before he booked a flight, just to make sure he wasn't about to breach Delirious' privacy for no reason.

"Hey, Luke. Have you heard from Delirious lately?"

"No, I'm working out of town right now. He told me he was sick, but he didn't seem that bad when I saw him the other day." Luke said, something loud whirring in the background.

"Can you call him real quick and tell me if he picks up?"

"Yeah, sure."

Evan waited for a few minutes and his decision to go was final when Luke text back a short, "No answer."

It was night out by the time Evan got there. Two flights had his neck hurting, but he was in a local grocery store buying Gatorade and soup ingredients anyway before he went to Jonathan's house.

He didn't know what to expect. He didn't know if he was going to find a three hundred pound goofball immobile on the floor or a fifty pound skeleton sucking in his last breath. But what he found was neither.

Evan found a back door unlocked when no one would answer the front door. He stepped in to the dark quiet house and called out. A groan met his ears and he followed it to the living room where a lump of blankets sat in a mess on the couch.

"Delirious?"

"Murderer! Get outta my house!" Jonathan tried to yell but it came out hoarse and pathetic and Evan's heartbeat shot through the roof.

"How long have you been laying here?!" He felt for a lamp and shed some light on the room.

"Who are you?! Don't touch me -cough- I'm innocent!" Delirious tried to move but he was exerting all of his energy just by talking.

"You're so weak, why didn't you tell someone you were this sick Delirious?" Evan knelt on the floor beside him and pulled the covers back, his nerves twisting and then relaxing once he saw the face attached to the voice.

Jonathan's face was pale and gaunt, but probably from being so sick. His hair a dark mess atop his head and his lips were ghostly white. He coughed and pried his eyes open and the blue if his eyes made Evan's world stop. They stood out against the paleness of his skin and they looked like they had absorbed the summer sky.

"Evan?" He said, his voice breaking from being so weak. "There was . . . no one to tell."

"Jesus, Delirious." Evan ran his warm calloused hand over his face. He was practically burning alive. "I didn't want to meet you like this."

"Me either. I'd be fighting you right now, but if I move I'll probably die." Delirious tried to joke but his teeth started to chatter and he squeezed the blanket around him tighter.

"It doesn't matter now. You're beautiful even if you look like a skeleton right now. I'm going to make you some soup and then you're going to take a shitload of medicine and I'm not leaving until you get better." Evan fetched his groceries from the rental and took up residence in Jonathan's house. He cooked fast and had to prop Delirious up on the couch and feed him himself.
He was worse than he had expected and the fever he was giving off was worrying him. But once he was fed, he gave him medicine and once that finally staryedr to kick in he got him off the couch and carried him into his bedroom, taking his loose clothes off and pulling the covers up over him.

Jonathan tried to say something but Evan shushed him. "Don't talk, let your throat heal. I'll be here when you wake up."

Then he was out like a rock, sleeping peaceful for once and when he woke again, Evan was there just like he said he would be to give him liquid and more medicine. He laid a hand on his forehead again.

"You're fever is going down. That's good." He said to himself and stopped when Delirious put a hand on his arm.

"Thank you . . . for doing this. I'm sorry I didn't tell anyone. I got on the couch and I couldn't find the strength to get back up, my phone was too far away." He said in a whisper as not to overuse his voice.

"Don't be sorry. I'm just glad I convinced myself to come down here and break your rule of privacy just to check in you." Evan grinned down at him and Jonathan tried not to laugh or he'd go into a coughing fit.

He smiled instead, "I'm glad, too. You're way hotter in person."

Evan laughed at that, "You're seriously the prettiest guy I've ever seen." He brushed the hair away from Jonathan's face and locked eyes with his blue ones, getting caught in the mesmerizing color again.

Jonathan closed his eyes and hummed as Evan ran his fingers through his hair until he fell asleep again. He slept on and off for three days, waking up to Evan each time.
Evan helped him walk around on the fourth day, until he got his strength back and could move his legs on his own again. Then his cough died down and his head stopped hurting. He felt loads better. He was still a little weak, but Evan kept food in him and medicine coarsing through his body until the color looked right on his skin again.

If Jonathan was honest, he didn't want Evan to leave and when the man fell into a coughing fit while cooking lunch one day, Jonathan laughed. The look on Evan's face was one of disbelief and pure horror. "Oh god, no."

"I am so sorry." Jonathan laughed again and walked over to him, placing a cool hand on his warm forehead and smiling sweetly. "Why don't you stay a while longer? Until you get better. I know you don't have anyone in L.A. to take care of you."

Evan caught his eyes and couldn't help but smile and let a laugh escape. "Yeah, I think I'll stay. If that's okay with you."

"It's fine by me."

Luke snuck through the back door and saw a lump of blankets on the couch with Jonathan holding a finger up to his mouth. So he tiptoed inside and shut the door.

"Is that Evan?" He whispered, still in disbelief that the Asian had flown to North Carolina just because Jonathan wouldn't answer his phone.

Delirious nodded and gave him a grin. "I got him sick."

"On purpose or accident?" Luke whispered and shook his head when Jonathan chewed at his lip and shrugged. "You dirty bastard."

"What? He wouldn't have come here otherwise. I was legit on my death bed, dude." Jonathan said and looked down at the dark head resting on his chest, sleeping, doped up on medicine as his body fought off the sickness. "I like him here. He said I was pretty."

Luke rolled his eyes. "Why don't you just ask him over next time instead of playing dead to convince him to come. I could have told you that he would come over for no reason, all you had to do was say the word. You dumbass."

"What?"

Luke rubbed his eyes, "I don't care if he says he's straight. He's got the hots for you or you can shoot me."

It was Jonathan's turn to roll his eyes. "Then prepare to die, because there ain't now way-"

"Its true." Evan mumbled. "I was kind of hoping I'd get sick so I could stay a little longer."

Jonathan broke into a smile. "You are so stupid. You can stay as long as you want."

Evan lifted his head a bit, "I feel much better by the way, but if I need to keep pretending to be sick so I can cuddle you then . . ."

"No, but you can buy me dinner first."

"Hm. Deal." Evan smirked and got comfortable again in Jonathan's Adventure Time pajamas.

"I'll leave you two idiots alone then." Luke stood and gave him a salute.

Two days and many first time revelations later Evan caught Jonathan around the waist and said, "How do you feel about California?"

"If I don't have to get sick again for you to take me, I'm down."