Reid/Tyler
Sick
It wasn't often that any of the Sons got sick, their power seemed to make them immune to most germs. Sure, they weren't completely immune, they had all had chicken pox, the mumps, strep throat, the flu... everything, and usually together, making it hell on their mothers.
But as they grew older, being sick became rarer and rarer. Maybe a stuffy nose sometimes, or a cough, simple things, but nothing important.
Nothing like how Tyler was feeling right now.
His head ached, he couldn't breathe through his nose, his throat was itchy and sore, he was hot all over but cold at the same time.
He felt like death warmed over.
He had woken up feeling like that and the only good feeling he had at the moment was Reid's arm around his waist, holding him close to his sleep-warm body, but then Reid started to rouse from his peaceful sleep and shifted around. His arm left Tyler's waist, causing Tyler to whimper softly at the loss of it.
"Ty?" Reid asked through a yawn, sitting up and stretching, "You up yet?"
"Mhm," Tyler answered. He was curled into a ball under the covers, shivering even though his body was radiating heat.
"You look sorta red, Tyler," Reid commented, placing his hand on Tyler's forehead, "Whoa, you're hot, and not in the good way."
"M'sick," Tyler mumbled, holding onto a pillow and burying his head into it.
"I think I got that much," Reid rolled his eyes and got out of bed. He grabbed the pillows off of Tyler's bed and tossed them onto his own. "Can you sit up?"
When Tyler weakly sat up and could barely keep himself up, Reid started to worry. He fixed up all the pillows the way he knew Tyler liked them and let him lay back down, tucking the comforter around him. "..what do I do now?"
Tyler shrugged in response and murmured, "Caleb?"
"Right, Golden Boy always knows what to do," Reid nodded and took a seat next to Tyler on the bed as he grabbed his cell phone from the nightstand. He dialled Caleb's number and put the phone to his ear, running his hand through Tyler's hair soothingly as the phone rang.
"Ca.. whoa, Pogue? Whoa, whoa, what are you doing at Caleb's this early?" Reid chuckled.
"Reid," Tyler mumbled, opening his eyes enough to glare at Reid.
"Right, sorry, baby boy. Pogue, gimme Caleb.. because.. you're nosy. Tyler's sick and I dunno what to do... no, he doesn't need to see a doctor. Just give me Caleb or Tyler'll have your head, he's glaring at me already... Caleb? Tyler's sick.. I don't know how. Tyler, how are you sick?" Reid put the phone next to Tyler's ear so he could answer.
"Head hurts, throat's sore, stuffy nose," Tyler mumbled out, shifting closer to Reid so he could wrap his arms around his waist and rest his head on his hip.
"So what do I do?" Reid asked when he put the phone back to his ear, "..that's it? I actually have to go to the store for this? Can't we just Use or some-- yeah, yeah, okay, okay, alright, Caleb, bye," he sighed and hung up on Caleb's annoying fatherly tone, tossing the phone onto Tyler's bed.
"Stay," Tyler whined, pulling Reid down to lay with him.
Reid chuckled and let himself be pulled down, "But Caleb said to get medicine and fluids and stuff."
"Mph," Tyler shrugged and tightened his arms around Reid, burying his head in the other boy's neck.
"Fine, fine," Reid let out an exagerated sigh, "I'll stay til you fall asleep, then I'll get all that good stuff, alright?"
"Mhm," Tyler nodded and pulled the blanket over both of them so he could sufficiently glue himself to Reid's side.
"..you're so paying me back for this when you're not all gross," Reid murmured as he kissed the top of Tyler's head and ran his fingers through his hair.
Tyler relaxed into the touch and within a couple of minutes, he had fallen asleep.
When he woke up, a couple of hours had passed and Reid was sleeping next to him, seeming as if he never left, but a quick glance to the nightstand and Tyler could see a bottle of NyQuil and some bottles of water.
He was planning on waking Reid up in a bit; he just needed a couple more minutes of rest... but as soon as his head touched the warmth of Reid's chest, Tyler was out cold.
Even with his nose still stuffed, his head still aching and too warm, his throat still sore, he felt better just knowing Reid was going to be there to take care of him; just the thought of it put a small smile on his face as he slept.
