Dave lay in his bed, and he could feel the sweat practically dripping off of him by this point. There was no point in even questioning whether he was sick or not, because it was quite clear that he was. From the horrible stomach aches, loss of appetite, the fever, and his constant trips to the bathroom and brushing his teeth afterwards. It was all horrible, and he just wished that it was over.

He clutched at his blankets, debating whether or not he was freezing cold or blazing hot. He lay there debating it for a moment before deciding that it was neither, and he sat up slowly, as if trying not to make even the slightest noise. He sat there, waiting for his stomach to stop doing flips and his head to stop pounding before standing up, instantly losing his balance.

He grasped at his desk, managing to get a hold of it before falling completely over and onto the floor. He swallowed thickly, not sure if he would be able to make it across the small hallway into the bathroom. He exhaled and pushed on his desk, getting his footing again before walking slowly across his room with his hands on the wall, just in case. Finally reaching his door, he let out a breath that he felt that he had been holding forever. He put both hands on each side of the doorway before quickly walking across and grabbing at the sink, looking for something to hold onto.

Dave stared down into the sink before shakily taking off his shades and setting them on the counter, his red hues look even more abnormal among his bloodshot eyes and even paler face. He reached for the faucet and turned on the water, trying not to focus on his stomach doing flips while he did so, and reached for the cold water with one hand to splash onto his face. After a second, he turned the water off almost instantly and regretted splashing water onto his face; the feeling in his stomach only growing with the cool sensation now on his face.

Dave dropped to his knees, his stomach lurching and heaving anything that it possibly could. He could feel tears beginning to brim at his eyes, letting him know that they were going to be an even redder color. Dave jumped when he felt a hand on his back, rubbing little patterns and circles into it. He didn't expect Bro to be home, so he certainly didn't expect him to have him see him so weak looking; tearing up at something so simple as being sick.

Dave rested his head on one of his arms, Bro still rubbing his back lightly. They sat like that for what seemed so long before Dave could feel Bro wrapping his arms around him, picking up before walking into his own room, Dave clutching at Bro's shirt.

"What are you doing?" he asked weakly as he was set on Bro's bed, already trying to fight off exhaustion.

"You're sleeping here tonight," Bro replied, rummaging through a box across from his bed. He stayed like that for a moment before coming back up from what Dave assumed to be a box, and gave the smuppet to Dave, laying him down and pulling the covers up and over him.

Dave fought off sleep as hard as he could, exhausting himself even more by trying to keep his eyelids open to talk to Bro. "Stay here," he mumbled. He was afraid for a moment that Bro hadn't heard him while he was walking out of his room to go sleep on the couch before turning around to look at Dave, seeing that he was almost asleep. Bro walked back over towards Dave and laid down next to him, pulling Dave to his chest tightly while Dave was hugging the smuppet.

"Just get some sleep, kiddo."

A/N; Wow, these are getting thrown out pretty quickly. o_o; Should I slow down here guys? =u=