As promised, chapter 3! Fair warning, it is...ridiculous. Wonderfully ridiculous, and we had a lot of fun with it. It gets even better in the long version, which brings us to...

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Chapter 3: Doctor-Patient Privilege

Greece is floating in space. Whether for minutes, hours, or days he cannot tell, but it is a place beyond feeling, and he likes it. Still there is something calling him back, familiar voices telling him to open his eyes. He blinks, squinting against the light. Once his vision clears, he blinks again. He cannot possibly be seeing what he thinks he is.

"Ah, our patient is awake. Best check his vitals, nurse," says Turkey. He's got a long white coat over a bare chest and sinfully tight pants. On the coat is a badge that says "Doctor."

Japan, on the other hand, is currently wearing a tight, short-skirted "nurse" uniform with a pair of bright red thigh-high stockings beneath it. He pulls a stethoscope from somewhere and leans over, dragging the bell from the crook of Greece's neck and all the way down his chest. "His pulse is racing, Sadik-Sensei."

Once again, Greece blinks. Rubs his eyes. They're still there; Kiku in the shortest nurse uniform he's ever seen, and Sadik in the doctor's coat. Either he's finally lost it, or they have. "What...what're you..." Doing? Wearing? He's not sure which question is more pressing.

Japan pushes him back on the bed and leans over him. "Please Patient Hera-kun, don't overexert yourself. You must rest." He turns his back to Hera and bends over, ass high in the air to reveal a bright red g-string beneath that skirt. He stays like that for a very long time, before coming back up with a large glass thermometer that looks more like a dildo. "We need to check his temperature, Sadik-Sensei. He's very hot."

Greece stares blatantly at Japan's ass, because really, bending over like that is practically an invitation. It's so cute, all round and tight, just the kind of thing he'd like to take in his hands. But his body feels incredibly heavy, like each move will require more effort than it's worth. That doesn't stop him from attempting to scramble back when he sees the thermometer. "I, I uh, I think I appreciate what you're trying to do, but, ah, that is to say..."

Turkey presses a big hand against Greece's chest, effectively keeping him in place. "Just relax. Let us...take care of you. You'll like it. You've wanted us both for so long, haven't you?"

"You have..." Kiku smiles coyly. He crawls onto the bed and straddles the patient's body to hold him down, his skirt riding up high. Batting his eyelashes, Kiku slides his hands up Hera's body, practically rubbing up against him like a cat. "Now open wide, Hera-kun, and let's see how hot you are." He smirks and presses the head of the "thermometer" against his lips.

+XXX+

Meanwhile, in the real world, Japan and Turkey continue to watch over their sick, sleeping friend. They share a look.

"...Did he just say 'it's almost as big as your thermometer?'" asks Japan.

Turkey returns to staring at the shaking form of Greece, who is groaning and muttering in his sleep. "I believe he did. Right after something about your skirt."

"That's... not as strange." Japan blushes. He steps forward to press the back of his hand against Greece's forehead. It's still burning.

+XXX+

Minutes later, Kiku stares openmouthed at Hera's now-still form, one hand still clasping his. Hera had been moaning and writhing around on the bed like he was... And then he... Oh. Kiku blushes nearly strawberry and drops his hand to the bed. "Ah... Sadik, I... Think perhaps he needs more ice. I will get him some."

"...Well then. At least it's a good dream." Turkey chuckles. Greece naps often enough that he's seen this happen before. He tried embarrassing him about it, but Greece doesn't really care. Not that Turkey wants to clean up cum...better than puke, but still. He sighs. "You owe me so much for this, brat."

He follows Japan to the kitchen to get a cloth, sighing to Japan. "Maybe it'll wake him enough for you to give him something. He's still burning."

Japan fills a pack with ice, bringing it back to bed and peering down at the now... very serene Hera. "He does need something to break his fever..." he sighs, crouching down and trying not to blush any harder. He lays the pack on Hera's head, his hand dragging through the sweaty hair.

Turkey pulls the sheet completely off the bed and removes Greece's boxers with a practiced ease. He hopes Japan doesn't take note of that, but he doubts he'll get that lucky. For Kiku's sake he doesn't linger, cleaning Hera with the indifference of a professional nurse. He tries giving Kiku an excuse to turn away, since the stoic nation is not usually one for nudity. "He's got spare sheets in the closet. We should change everything - he's been sweating through them anyway." Shit. He's starting to sound like a professional caretaker or something. Hastily, Sadik adds, "Had to keep things clean in battlefield hospitals. Lots of infection-based fever there, saw it all the time...so...This is no different."

Japan swallows at the sight of the...mess. And the body that caused it. And the hand wiping it clean. And... Oh, Kami, he can't look anymore. He's so hot, so angry, so sad- "I'll just get those," he breathes, moving swiftly toward the closet and taking his time when he gets there. It's a walk-in, thankfully. He slips inside, grabbing some sheets from the shelf and going through the rest to find ones that match. That's his excuse, anyway.

Meanwhile, Turkey rinses out the cloth and tries wiping down Greece's chest, hoping the cool water will reach him. "Hey. Wake up for a minute. C'mon, brat, you've gone and upset Kiku, and we can't have that. And stop expelling bodily fluids! Any more of this and I'm going to be spilling it for you...blood, that is. Ah, shit." He mutters the last part, aware he's stumbling over his own tongue.

The world just barely comes into focus, still hazy around the edges. Are his eyes closed? Why are they closed? Greece could've sworn he was awake. But he does recognize the bastard threatening him. His fingers twitch. "N'if I spiyers fist..." Which, in his head, sounds more like "Not if I spill yours first."

Japan's about to step out of the closet when he sees Turkey muttering to Greece, caressing him with that wet cloth. He can't help biting his lip, watching, because it's actually incredibly hot. Not that he'd ever thought it would be otherwise, it's just... "Sadik-kun?"

"Hang on - I think he's coming to." Sadik leans over Hera's face, gripping his shoulder and shaking him a little. "Brat? Yo, Heracles!"

Hera blinks and frowns at the shaking, trying to push Sadik off of him. "Gt'off. M'dizzy." Indeed, he immediately wishes to close his eyes again as the room starts spinning. Sadik stops shaking him, but keeps a rough grip on his shoulder; clearly he will not be allowed to go back to sleep. He sighs, his brain very slowly piecing things together. Wasn't...wasn't Kiku there a moment ago? "'ere's Japan? Wha's you do t'im?"

"Hera." Kiku moves toward the bed, holding the sheets in his arms and hovering in the corner of his vision, keeping his gaze to the floor. As much as he wants to look at naked Hera... He really can't. He doesn't have the courage. "I'm, ah... We're just... changing your sheets."

Hera rolls his head to the side, squinting at Kiku. The nurse outfit is gone, replaced by a simple robe. "You changed."

Kiku blinks down at himself, then up at Hera. "I..." He shakes his head. "You need to take some medicine. Your fever is very high."

Greece frowns. "I did...you gave it to me..." He shifts, trying to sit up a little so he can reach for Japan. He pauses, and looks at Turkey instead. "No, it was you. Or..." He clutches his head, the heavy ache returning. His whole body hurts. "I want to sleep."

Turkey turns to Japan, an eyebrow raised. They share a brief, very confused look. "Right then. First medicine, then sheets."

Japan moves toward him, dropping the sheets and picking up the little plastic cup of liquid on the table. It's medicine, extra-economic-strength. He presses it to Greece's lips. "Drink."

Greece accepts the cup. It tastes so much worse than cum, he blanches and almost spits it out. But he forces himself into drinking it all, until his stomach is rolling again. He shuts his eyes and presses his mouth closed, begging it to stay down.

Japan grabs a garbage can, placing it within retching distance just in case, and slowly lowers Greece back to the bed. He presses another ice pack to his head. "Now rest."

"We should...change the...oh, forget it." Turkey shakes his head. He's not about to get vomit on him again, and Greece doesn't look like he's leaving that bed on his own. He takes a clean top sheet and places it over him. They can change the rest when he looks a little less green.