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Itatralia: Cancelled Plans
Feliciano hummed as he finished setting the table. He knew that Jett wasn't one to worry much about these things, but his grandpa had always taught him to make every meeting with the person he loved a special one. He had some ravioli and sauce on the stove, and he'd even baked some garlic bread.
He was just about to tend to the ravioli when his phone rang. He smiled when he saw Jett's number. The Australian was probably calling to tell him that he was on his way.
"Ciao, bello," Feliciano greeted. "Lunch is almost ready."
"Um, Feli?" Jett said. "I'm sorry, but… I can't make it today."
Feliciano's stomach dropped. Why would Jett not be able to make it? Or… was it just an excuse because he didn't want to see Feliciano anymore?
"W-why?" Feliciano asked. "What's wrong?"
Feliciano wasn't even quite sure what the full versions of those questions would be.
"I went out with a couple of mates to this seafood place," Jett said. "They had this shrimp platter, and… Let's just say, the shrimp wasn't the best quality. I've been puking all morning."
Now that Jett mentioned it, his voice sounded tired. Feliciano relaxed a little when he realised that his worst fears weren't realised, but then he really realised what Jett had said.
"Oh no!" Feliciano exclaimed. "Are you alright? Do you have any medicine?"
"I'll be fine," Jett said. "But I drank the last of my medicine."
"I-I'll go get some for you."
"Feli, you don't have to do that."
"I insist."
"…Okay. I'm really sorry."
"Get to bed, and don't move until I get there."
"…I'll try."
Feliciano turned the stove off. He hated the fact that the ravioli would go to waste, unless he could take it to Jett for when he felt better.
…
It took about half an hour for Feliciano to reach Jett's house. As soon as Jett opened the door, Feliciano could see how badly he was doing.
"Oh, you look awful!" Feliciano exclaimed. "Come on. I got some things from the pharmacy. I also brought the ravioli for when you feel better. I left the garlic bread at home, but…"
"You didn't have to do all of that," Jett said.
"But I wanted to." Feliciano smiled and gave Jett a hug, before he pulled back. "You're all sweaty. Come. Go back to bed, and let me take care of you."
"Whatever you say, doc."