Doctor Doctor

This chapter has been prompted by H20xSpelboundfanx. They prompted - Jason is ill (flu possibly) and falls asleep on the sofa and he's then carried to bed by either joe or Freddie.

I hope you enjoy :)

Having the flu was awful. Having the flu on the weekend was even worse, the sacred time off from the hellish place that was known as school was filled with sneezes, coughs and bed rest and 99% of the time, you would be fully recovered by Monday morning, just in time for double chemistry.

It really was Robbie's fault, Jason thought to himself, grabbing a tissue as a violent sneeze shook through his whole body. His brother had gotten the bug (which had been passing through Chester like there was no tomorrow), halfway through the school week, meaning he was fully recovered by Friday morning, not that he had gone to school mind.

On the Saturday morning Jason knew as soon as he woke up, with his blocked nose and the worst headache he could ever remember having, that Robbie had passed on he same bloody flu that everyone had been lamenting about. He thought Robbie had been exaggerating when he had been complaining about how rubbish he had felt, but he really hadn't.

Which meant that Robbie was currently in hysterics and taking the mick every time he entered their shared bedroom to find Jason huddled under a mix of blankets and tissues. The fifth time he entered the room in the space of two hours, he let out a small laugh at his brother's predicament.

"Thought it weren't so bad Jase? Come on, up and at 'em," Jason weakly snarled as his previous comments were thrown back at him.

"Shove off Robbie," he managed to groan, curling into a tighter ball.
"No can do mate. You're gonna have to move, Mum wants to make the bed."
"You're kidding," Jason asked, refusing to move. "I don' care, I'm not moving. She can do it round me."

"Yeah cause that's going to happen," Robbie shot back, rolling his eyes. "Look bro, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. It's your choice." When Jason stayed put Robbie only sighed, whipping the duvet off the bed with no warning, only laughing at his brother's outrage. Finally Jason stopped his grumbling long enough to stand and slowly made his down the stairs, where he promptly head-dived onto the couch, barely missing a shocked Ziggy.

"What the hell are you doing out of bed?" Sandy exclaimed, rushing from the kitchen and staring in shock at her youngest, who was lightly shaking where he lay.

"Robbie said you were gonna make the bed," Jason grumbled, his voice somewhat incomprehensible due to him refusing to move his head away from the sofa. This meant he didn't see the mixed looks of shock and outrage from his family and the gleeful look from Robbie. He did however, hear the uncontrollable laughter from his twin who could no longer suppress it and Sandy yelling at him, her tone furious.

"Wus happened?" he muttered, turning onto his back so he could better see what was happening around him.

"Robbie got you squirt," Joe chuckled, only laughing more as said brother began ducking and diving around the living room in a desperate attempt to avoid Sandy's wrath. "You didn't have to move."

Jason groaned again, feebly chucking a pillow in Robbie's direction, though it went wide and narrowly missed hitting a small glass ornament. "I hate you so much."

"Serves you right for being such a prat to me," Robbie snarked, wilting slightly at the glare that Sandy was directing towards him.

"You can go back to your room if you want love," she soothed.

"No I'm too weak," Jason cried dramatically, whacking his legs over Ziggy's ungracefully.

Rolling her eyes at Jason's protests, Sandy grabbed her coat from the side. "Right you ungrateful lot, I'm off to the shops. I need to get some things to make my infamous chicken soup." At his mum's words Jason sprung up, almost winding Ziggy in the process as his legs flailed wildly. He began protesting loudly, (Sandy only made chicken soup when one of her boys were ill, unsurprisingly it only succeeded in making them feel worse), though she paid him no mind, instead turning over to Robbie who had long since made himself comfortable on the nearest armchair.

"You're coming with me," She snapping, ignoring Robbie's grumblings until he caved and followed Sandy out of the front door.

Falling back onto the sofa, Jason looked over to Ziggy with a look of hope in his eyes. "Any chance that I can get away with not eating dinner because I'm too ill?"

"No chance mate," his older brother chuckled.,throwing Jason's feet off his legs so he could make his way to the DVD player, rifling through the vast amount of movies they had. "So, Marvel or Disney?"

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Halfway through The Lady and the Tramp, Jason found himself drifting off though he was jolted awake by the arrival of Sandy and Robbie a while later, both weighed down by a numerous amount of shopping bags. He realised he must have been sleeping for a considerable amount of time as The Lion King was now playing and Freddie and Lindsey had appeared at some point and were crammed on the sofa with Joe.

The sleep must have done some good though, the pounding in his head had lessened considerably, though even thinking about eating the chicken soup that his mum was now making, made him feel suitably queasy once more. By the time the movie had ended Sandy had finished making dinner and was dishing up. As the family made their way to the table, Jason couldn't decide whether he would have preferred the burnt to a crisp toad in a hole to the specially made chicken soup which was dubiously bubbling.

"Cheers mum," Jason said, smiling weakly as he stared at the bowl in front of him. Taking a deep breath, he finally spooned a large portion of the soup into his mouth, trying not to gag at the vile taste and ignoring the snickering from his brothers.

Somehow, he wasn't sure how, but somehow he managed to empty the bowl that had been placed in front of him, the slightly nauseous feeling he had gained, worth it for the look of pride on his mum's face. "That was lovely mum," he smiled, hoping she wouldn't pick up on the lie. "I'm feeling better already."

"I'm glad sweetheart, you'll probably be able to go back to school on Monday."

"Oh joy," Jason deadpanned, making his way back to the living room, grabbing the sofa before anyone else could. Ziggy shot him a look of mock annoyance when he saw, though quickly shrugged, put in Tangled in the DVD player (for a house of mainly guys and with everyone over the age of 16 they really did have a lot of Disney) before making his way over to the other sofa. Eventually the others had all gathered into the living room, everyone watching intently. Like he had done earlier that day, Jason found himself drifting halfway through the movie, too tired to fight the exhaustion that was only present when one was ill.

The others didn't notice straight away, all too engrossed in the film, though as the ending credits rolled past Lindsey saw her future brother in law lightly snoozing. "Look Joe," she whispered, nudging him gently. The others all lightly laughed as Sandy stretched, moving over to Jason.

"I think it's time for bed," she smiled, trying to shake him awake though he only snuffled and tried to hit her away.

"He's a stubborn git ain't he?" Freddie laughed.

"Well he's not staying here all night, he'll do his back in," Sandy sighed.

"Well he ain't moving anytime soon is he," Joe remarked, arching an eyebrow. "Don't worry, I'll carry him, good thing he's light." Joe moved over, picking up the still sleeping Jason with ease. Before he could move over to the stairs, Robbie blocked his path, laughing triumphantly as he snapped a quick picture. Rolling his eyes at Robbie's childishness, Joe moved past and quickly made his way up the stairs, trying not to knock Jason against the wall. When he got to the bedroom, he carefully placed his younger brother onto his bed before he covered him with the duvet so he'd stay warm.

"Sleep tight little bro," he murmured gently, clicking the bedroom door lightly behind him.

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