Chapter 13
Two days later Jeff was released from the hospital. All the arrangements had been made for Braelynn's funeral. Jeff walked around the house like a zombie. He honestly just couldn't feel anything, just numb. He ate, for Blair's sake, and he slept. It was like his body was on auto pilot. He hadn't cried since Nick first told him at the hospital. Nick was really worried about Jeff.
"Jeff are you sure your going to be okay? We can wait a few more days.." Nick said.
"No." Jeff said, as he tried to tie his tie, with shaking fingers. Nick walked over, and started tying the tie. Jeff looked at the ground, so Nick wouldn't see the tears in the corners of his eyes.
"Jeffy, look at me." Nick said, softly. Jeff looked at Nick with watery eyes. "It's okay to cry, Jeffy." Jeff broke. He sobbed into Nick's shirt, and Nick just held him, running his fingers gently through his hair.
The funeral was very small. It was Jeff and Nick, Kurt, Blaine, and Elizabeth, Carole and Burt, Mr. Schue and Mrs. Pillsbury, Finn and Rachel, Quinn and Puck, and Mercedes. The rest of the New Directions had been unable to make it. The minister said a few words, and the coffin was lowered down. The coffin was covered with dirt, and then it started to rain. Jeff was crying on Nick's shoulder, and everybody else was crying as well. Nick held Jeff, as he cried, and Nick cried himself.
"It's going to be okay, Jeffy." said Nick.
"I don't want to lose anyone else, Nicky." Jeff whispered into his ear.
"I know, sweetheart." Nick said hugging Jeff a little tighter. "You won't I promise."
Several days later Nick was home with a cold. It had started the day after the funeral, and had gotten worse. Jeff was going to take him to the Doctor's if he wasn't better by Friday. Which was the day after tomorrow. Nick didn't think it was a big deal. As the day wore on Nick began to feel worse and worse. He had started coughing up mucus, and had a fever. His head was pounding like the little drummer boy had decided to visit, and use his brain as his drum. He didn't fell hungry, even though he knew he should eat, and he couldn't get enough sleep. He still felt tired even after sleeping for four hours.
When he got home Jeff took one look at his boyfriend and told him to get in the car.
"Why?" Nick whined, as Jeff helped him to the car.
"Because you look absolutely awful Nicky, and your shaking like a chihuahua.", Jeff said.
"It's cold." Nick said.
"Nicky." Jeff said, frowning. "I looked at the thermostat. You had it set to ninety degrees. It's December I know, but that's a bit ridiculous Nicky."
Nick frowned, "But it was freezing."
"And this is why your going to the hospital." Jeff said. When they got to the hospital the nurse took one look at Nick and ushered them into a room.
"The doctor will be in in just a minute." she said. She closed the door, and left. Jeff turned to Nick.
"How ya feelin' baby?" he said, brushing some hair off Nick's sweaty forehead.
"Cold." Nick said, shivering. "Jeffy?"
"Yes, Nicky?" Jeff asked, noticing that Nick's eyes seemed to be drooping.
"I love you, Jeffy. Don't ever forget that." Nick said then his eyes closed. His hand in Jeff's went limp, and the only way Jeff knew that Nick was alive was the beep, beep, beep of the heart moniter.
"Nicky!" Jeff said. "Nicky!" He pressed the call button. Moments later a nurse appeared.
"What seems to be the problem, sir?", she said.
"My boyfriend, he won't wake up. One minute we were talking then he suddenly just stopped." The nurse looked over something, and then she took Nick's temperature.
"It appears he passed out, because his temperature is so high. If we can't get it down in time he could go into a coma.", the nurse said. She bustled out of the room, to try and find something to lower Nick's temperature.
Jeff turned to Nick with tears in his eyes. "You promised me, Nicholas Anthony Duval! You promised me I wouldn't lose anybody else!" He started sobbing, "Please Nicky. I can't do this with out you. I need you, more than you know, and Blair needs you. Please, Nicky fight...for us."