Status: sighs
Sign Language
sick
Covers pulled over his head, but his feet stick out to keep himself from getting too warm. His fever rages and he just wants to curl up in a ball and die right then and there. His stomach churns and his head pounds. There's a buzzing in his ears, and downstairs he can feel the loud music and people dancing and drinks being spilled. Because that's what usually happens at parties, and they've got loads of carpet cleaners and paper towels in stock.
The bed dips, and he doesn't want to look to see who it is- he's got it narrowed down to a good hunch- but he whimpers and curls into the person's side.
Mikey can't hear Gabe's soothing voice, 'shhh'ing and murmuring sweet nothings into his hair, but he can feel the older boy's gentle hands running up and down his sides, pushing his hair out of his face, peppering small kisses on his feverish skin.
When at last Mikey has been coaxed back to sleep, Gabe slowly gets up, not wanting to disturb his boyfriend, and kisses his forehead one last time before going back downstairs. "I love you, Mikeyway."
The bed dips, and he doesn't want to look to see who it is- he's got it narrowed down to a good hunch- but he whimpers and curls into the person's side.
Mikey can't hear Gabe's soothing voice, 'shhh'ing and murmuring sweet nothings into his hair, but he can feel the older boy's gentle hands running up and down his sides, pushing his hair out of his face, peppering small kisses on his feverish skin.
When at last Mikey has been coaxed back to sleep, Gabe slowly gets up, not wanting to disturb his boyfriend, and kisses his forehead one last time before going back downstairs. "I love you, Mikeyway."