Drabbles

Sick

"Brian..."

Brian came rushing in, to see Roger kneeling by the toilet, spitting into the bowl.

"Rog, what happened? Are you ill?"

"I don't think I am, maybe I just had some bad food." Roger said, and right after he spoke he vomited again into the toilet bowl.

"Oh, Rog," Brian said. "Here, let me take you to bed."

"I don't know if I can walk.."

So Brian picked the younger (but still old) man up and carried him to their room. Roger groaned. Brain set him down on the bed, covering him up warm and snug. He brought a garbage can over to his side of the bed, so Roger could use it if he needed to.

"Oh Brian," Roger said meekly. "You really don't have to do this..."

"But I love you, Roger. And you have to do things like this for someone you love, you know."

Roger smiled. Brian got him some warm noodle soup, vegan style. Roger didn't complain; he actually liked it. But he didn't tell Brian that.

In the afternoon, Roger still wasn't feeling well. Brian climbed into bed with him, wrapping his arms around his waist, and lovingly planted a kiss on his cheek.

"Bri, you'll get sick too!"

"As long as I'm with you, that doesn't matter. I love you Roger."

"I love you too, Brian."

Brian sang Roger a soft lullaby he knew from when he was a child. He drifted off, which left only Brian awake. He laid there, wondering what happened to make him so lucky, and how he had such a great lover and best friend.