Disclaimer: I own nothing nor no one except Mademoiselle LeBeau.
Outside of the hospital wing in Mordhaus, Nathan paced back and forth, occasionally glancing towards the door which kept him separated from his ill lover.
Inside the examination room, Charles lay back on the hospital bed with his eyes shut. "Master?" the doctor came in calmly.
"Yes?" brown eyes slowly opened.
"Your results are back," the doctor stated. "You have minor rectal trauma and a minor infection resulting from said trauma."
Squeezing and rubbing his temples, Charles sighed. "Is that it? Something a shot can fix?"
"Yes sire. High powered antibiotics, also a recommendation of avoiding, err, rectal activities," the doctor nodded.
"Thank you," the CFO nodded before his voice took on a sharp commanding tone. "And these results do not leave us."
"Of course Sire," the doctor bowed, quickly excusing himself to prepare the medications for him.
Slowly Charles' eyes drifted shut again as he waited for the medic to return. Once he had, the lawyer stuck his arm out to receive the medication and a simple Band-Aid.
"I can walk myself out," the manager nodded, heading out into the waiting room where Nathan still paced like a caged animal.
The moment the door opened the singer's head snapped up and locked those cool green eyes on the smaller man, "Well?"
"I'm fine Nathan," Charles smiled, deeply touched at his lover's concern, "just a little cold."
Slowly Nathan's eyes swept up and down over the brunette before nodding slowly, "Hangover probably didn't, uh, help."
"Probably not," the manager laughed softly.
The sweet sound of his lover's laughter seemed to put Nathan at ease. Slowly the pair made their way back to the rec room before the hulking singer stopped and gazed at the mousey manager, "Sure you shouldn't be, uh, sleepin' or something'?"
"Only if you go with me," Charles smiled slyly.
"Yea, naptime'd be good," Nathan smiled back, changing directions towards Charles' office and bedroom.
"Good," the lawyer smiled following along. His smile grew wider as Nathan began to undress with a huge yawn. Quickly Charles shed his suit and changed into a pair of dark grey lounge pants before crawling under the warm bedding.
After a few minutes of gawking at the vision before him, Nathan quickly followed suit stripping down to his boxers and scrambling under the blankets with Charles, causing the lawyer to smile. Seeing his smile, the singer gently ran his hand along the smaller man's spine. "You're really ok, right?" he questioned gently.
"I promise," Charles smiled softly.
Nodding once more, Nathan drew the quilt up over them both and cuddled the smaller figure against his chest. With a tiny smile, Charles placed a warm kiss to Nathan's lips eliciting a soft coo before both drifted to sleep.