Big Time Sick Pt. 2

"Kendall?" Mrs. Knight called out.

"Mom?" Kendall responded from the living area.

"Who's in the bathroom? It's not Carlos is it?"

"No." Carlos appeared in the kitchen grabbing a juice box out of the refrigerator. "Although, I kinda do have to go."

"It's Jo," Kendall answered.

"Hi," Jo sheepishly exited the bathroom after rinsing her mouth.

"Honey, did you catch whatever Kendall had?" Mrs. Knight appeared in front of her as Carlos practically slammed his juice box down on the counter and flew into the bathroom (not to throw up!).

She nodded clutching her stomach. Because Carlos was in the bathroom she leaned over the sink and threw up some more.

"Oh dear, you might have it worse." Mrs. Knight felt Jo's forehead. "You're pretty hot."

Jo sat down next to Kendall who rubbed her back. He offered to share his blanket with her and even though she refused he wrapped her in it, cuddling close to his sick girl.

"Your dad's not home, is he?"

Jo shook her head.

"He's away on business."

"CIA?" Kendall mouthed.

"I'm not allowed to say."

"You can stay here and we'll take care of you like you took care of me. No arguing, that's what you're doing."

"And we are done for the day," Logan and James burst into the apartment. "James broke Gustavo's recording equipment."

"Here's a thermometer and some Nyquip," Mrs. Knight appeared in front of Kendall and Jo with a thermometer in her left hand and a spoonful of medicine in her right.

"Jo's sick, too?" Logan questioned.

"Unfortunately," Kendall answered.

"Can I have something to wash this horrible taste out of my mouth?" Jo croaked.

"Kendall drank all the ginger-ale," Mrs. Knight explained. "How about a glass of water?"

"That's fine. I didn't know my boyfriend was going to be all greedy."

"Hey, I didn't know you were going to get sick."

James brought Jo a glass of ice cold water which she sipped on. Even though she wanted to drink more and get rid of the fake cherry flavor her stomach wouldn't allow her to drink faster. She placed the thermometer under her tongue.

"100.4, not too bad, but a fever."

"Why don't you go lay in my bed?" Kendall suggested.

"Oh, honey," Mrs. Knight spoke up. "I just stripped your bed to wash your sheets."

"I can just go up to my apartment. It's okay."

"No, no, I wouldn't think of leaving you alone."

"Well, can we just lay here? I don't feel like moving."

Kendall scooted down and let Jo lay against his chest, placing her almost full glass on the floor. He honestly did feel a lot better than he had all weekend, but he knew he wasn't completely better. He still had a cough and his head was fuzzy. He rubbed Jo's back as she lay quietly. She was rather warm against him, but it was just a mild fever so maybe she would get better sooner. Shortly thereafter he felt her breathing become even. The medicine had made her sleepy and she needed her sleep to recover. But, it also meant that he was stuck. Maybe he should just go to sleep himself. Ah, but he wasn't tired. He'd done all his sleeping this past weekend and frankly, he was tired of sleeping, if that was even possible.

"All right, video games!" Carlos shouted bouncing onto the side of the orange couch that was currently available.

"Jo's sleeping," Kendall said rather harshly.

"Oh, sorry. All right, video games!" Carlos whispered.

"Did you not hear me?"

Carlos groaned.

"You know how loud you get playing video games." Logan joined them.

Jo stirred but she didn't wake.

"We were respectful that time you had that bad cold," Kendall reminded.

"Fine." Carlos jumped up and pulled off his clothes to reveal his swimming trunks underneath. "I'm going to the pool."

"I'm surprised you haven't caught it by now," Kendall said to Logan once Carlos disappeared.

"I'm immune," Logan responded matter-of-factly. "Actually, it's because I have not actually had any physical contact with you. She has."

Kendall looked at his sleeping girlfriend. He felt guilty for making her sick.

"She volunteered to take care of you, you know," Logan said.

Jo woke up a few hours later. She was still laying on Kendall who was watching some random cartoon on the TV. She thought she was feeling better, but having experience with stomach bugs she was sure this feeling wasn't going to last. She sent a quavering smile to her boyfriend who smiled back.

"Hungry?" He asked her.

She shook her head. She knew she'd just throw up anything she tried to eat.

"Where is everyone?" She asked.

"Katie's at school, Mom's—actually, I don't know where she is I think she went out, Carlos and James are at the pool, and Logan is with Camille in our bedroom. I told him he didn't have to, but he said he wouldn't go far as long as Mom was not here. Y'know, with him wanting to be a doctor, I think he likes taking care of us."

"Tell him I appreciate it."

"I'm sure he knows."

"How are you?" Jo asked.

"I'd feel better if I could feel my legs."

"Oh sorry." Jo sat up and Kendall swung his legs over into a sitting position himself.

"You can lay back down."

Jo turned and laid the other way putting her feet on Kendall. He untied her shoes and began rubbing her pink socked feet.

"Thanks," Jo sighed. She groaned.

"Really?"

"No, sicko, my head hurts."

"Do you need anything? Medicine? A cold compress? Water?"

"A cold washcloth would be nice."

"Logan!" Kendall yelled.

"And not yelling would also be nice," she added.

"What? What?" Logan appeared disheveled in the living area.

"Jo would like a cold washcloth, please."

"Anything else?" Logan made a face when Kendall wasn't looking.

"No, thanks, Logan," Jo said sweetly.

Logan took back the face he made. A minute later he returned with a wet washcloth and applied it to Jo's forehead. He also placed the thermometer back in her mouth.

"101.3."

"That's higher than last time," Kendall commented. "Come on, we're putting you to bed. No arguing!"

"I don't know how that's going to change anything aside from giving her a more comfortable place to rest," Logan said.

"A more comfortable place to rest is good, right?"

"Lemme stay here," Jo whined.

"Fine."

Kendall and Jo spent the rest of Monday on the couch.

"You can't spend the night on the couch," Kendall said that evening when everyone was getting ready to go to bed. "You get my bed."

"And where will you sleep?"

"On the couch."

"You're not sleeping on the couch. You're still sick your—" Jo grabbed the bucket Logan had provided and threw up in it.

"No ifs ands or buts. You're sleeping in my bed."

"Kendall!" His mom appeared out of nowhere.

"Not like that, Mom. Jo is really sick and I don't want her spending the night out here on the couch."

"I'll sleep on the couch," Logan offered, " and you take my bed."

"I couldn't ask that, Logan," Jo said.

"I can. Thanks, Logie," Kendall patted his friend on the back.

James, who had been sitting on the other side of the couch with Carlos, got up and put his arms underneath Jo.

"James!" She shrieked.

"Hey, that's my girlfriend!"

"You're sick; she's sick; I'll carry her, but I'm not carrying you." James carried Jo all the way to the bedroom Kendall and Logan shared depositing her on Kendall's bed.

"I'll carry you, Kendall," Carlos offered.

Kendall jumped into Carlos's arms and allowed himself to be carried all the way to Logan's bed. Logan followed behind with the bucket. Actually, first he went into the bathroom and cleaned it out because it was gross.

Logan's bed smelled just like Logan which threw Kendall off a bit as he tried to close his eyes and go to sleep. He didn't really want to be smelling Logan, not that Logan smelled bad or anything, it was just…not what he wanted to fall asleep to.

"Thanks, Kendall," Jo said softly.

"You don't have to keep thanking me. You took care of me so I take care of you. You're my girlfriend so I take care of you. You're dad isn't home so I take care of you. I love you so I take care of you."

When he didn't get a response he looked over to see Jo snuggled into his pillow and covers fast asleep.

This was supposed to come out three (well four counting Sunday) days ago, but it took me this long to write. I'm not really sure why since it's not longer than what I usually write. I am working on the one-shot that's supposed to be out today and hope to have that up in a little bit.