*Ryan's POV*
I woke to be greeted by a headache, dry mouth and stuffy nose. That could only mean one thing-I've got a cold.
Maybe I just need some orange juice, I thought to myself as I sat up, only making my headache worse. I coughed and stood up, then made my way down stairs. When I entered the kitchen, Pete was cooking breakfast, which smelled amazing.
"I hope you're ok with chocolate chip pancakes," he said, flipping a pancake over in the pan. "There's tea for you on the table along with a pitcher of orange juice."
I smiled weakly and rubbed my nose, sitting at the table next to an almost normal looking Patrick and hung-over looking Spencer.
"Ryan, don't tell me you're sick, too," Pete said, placing a plate of pancakes on the table.
"I make no promises," I croaked, pouring a glass of orange juice.
"Is that a hickey?" Spencer looked over the top of his sunglasses, eyeing my collar bone. I sighed, remembering the make out session I had with Brendon the day before.
"Awh, baby's first hickey," Pete cooed, sitting in an empty chair next to Patrick.
"Do you guys not remember my last relationship?" I said, sipping on my glass of orange juice. My last relationship didn't end well, but stuff happened. So to say the least, I've had a hickey before.
"Right! Jimmy," Pete said, snapping his fingers.
"No, it was Timmy," Spencer corrected Pete with a mouth full of pancake.
"You guys aren't even close. His name was Daniel," I complained, getting tired of their mockery of my heart break.
"Right. He was a real jerk," Patrick sipped at a glass of orange juice.
"He was not a jerk!" I defended. "He was nice and British."
"Well he broke your heart when he moved back to England, and Jon had to erase his memory before he left, because he knew about the curse," Spencer bickered.
"Do you think I don't know that you inconsiderate dick!" I spat, standing up.
"Whoa there, take it easy," Pete stood up also, placing a hand on my shoulder. I quickly swatted him away.
"You guys are talking about it like it never happened! Like I wasn't effected!" I yelled, tears threatening to flood out of my eyes. "How do you think I feel!?"
"Ryan, calm down," Patrick stood from his chair. "We didn't mean anything bad by it; we thought you were over it and we're sorry."
"Just call me when you have some medicine," I walked out of the kitchen and up the stairs to my room. I lay down on my bed and prepared for the tears that always came when Daniel was mentioned.
After a few minutes of no tears, I tried forcing them out, but still nothing. I let out a small sob before going into a tearless sobbing fit.
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I woke up at the sound of the doorbell. I just groaned, pulling the covers over my head. After a while, I heard footsteps getting closer to my door until there was a knocking at it.
"Don't come in unless you want to be contaminated with sickness!" I exclaimed, instantly regretting it because of the sore throat I had obtained over my nap.
"It's Andy."
"And Joe."
"And Jon."
"Wow, the whole parade's here," I mumbled to myself as I heard my door open.
"Ryan, pull your covers down," Jon said. I peeked over the covers, barely showing my eyes.
"What do you want?" I grumbled.
"We want to make you better," Andy smiled.
"So sit up so we can do our jobs," Joe demanded. I frowned and sat up, being taken away from my bubble of warmth.
"Alright, what are your symptoms?" Joe asked, getting out a clipboard and pen.
"Uhm, I woke up with a headache, but it's gone now, and I have a stuffy nose, runny nose, cough, sneeze, sore throat and sometimes it feels like I'm breathing through a straw," I listed. Joe scribbled on his pad before getting out the dreaded stethoscope.
"Please warm up your stethoscopes before you use them," I whimpered, wanting my duvet back.
"We always do," Joe said, rubbing the stethoscope in his hands while Andy put on some gloves-the doctor kind; not mittens.
"And I'm glad you're shirtless; that makes our job one step easier," Andy said, placing his stethoscope on my back. "Take a deep breath."
I did as he said, shivering a few times. As Andy finished up with the stethoscope, Joe pricked my finger without warning.
"Ow! Why didn't you warn me?" I whined, sucking on my now bleeding finger.
"Because if I had you would have refused and we would have gotten nothing done. Now give me your hand so I can give you a Scooby-Doo band-aid," Joe said, putting his hand out for me. I took my hand from my mouth and he gave me a Scooby-Doo band-aid as promised.
"Well I have slightly bad news," Andy said, standing up from my bed. Jon and I looked at him, hoping for the best. "You have mild bronchitis, along with the same cold that Spencer and Patrick have."
I looked down at my hands, knowing that I wouldn't see Brendon in a few days.
"I'm going to write you prescription for a medicine that will break up all the stuff in your lungs and help you breathe better," Andy scribbled on some paper. "And I've got some medicine with me that I gave Spencer and Patrick for their colds, so you can take that right away."
"How soon will I be better?" I murmured sadly, still looking at my hands.
"If you're a good boy and take your medicine regularly, then you should be better by the end of the week at the soonest, but you'll still be coughing up stuff for the next month."
"Oh," I breathed. There goes kissing Brendon, I thought as Andy and Joe packed up their doctor stuff. Joe stared me the whole time before speaking.
"Is that a hickey?" he asked. I pulled my duvet up to my chin.
"Stop looking at it," I blushed.
"Awh, he's blushing," Joe chuckled lightly.
"Joe, stop playing around," Andy said, glaring slightly at Joe. "Anyway, drink lots of fluids, get plenty of rest, and if that headache comes back then just take some Advil and call me."
"Get better soon, kiddo," Joe messed up my hair more than it already was.
"Thanks, Troh," I smiled weakly as Andy and Joe both walked out.
"I'll show you to the door," Jon walked behind them, leaving me by myself. I lay down in an uncomfortable sad-happiness. Then, I heard a knock on my door.
"Who is it?" I called softly.
"Patrick... and Spencer."
"I'm not letting Spencer in until he apologizes for what he said!" I just about yelled, regretting it immediately.
"I'm sorry! It was the headache talking," Spencer's voice was hoarse, most likely from the same sore throat I had.
"Come in," I barely got out, remembering what Spencer said earlier. They both walked in with DVD cases in their hands.
"We brought some movies," Patrick held up the few cases he had in his hand. "Thought we could watch them together."
"And your room is the only one with a DVD player," Spencer sat down on the floor.
"Which movies did you guys bring?" I asked, sitting up.
"I brought The Incredibles," Patrick said, turning on the DVD player.
"I brought all the Rush Hour movies," Spencer said, fanning out the three cases.
"Which one are we watching first?" I asked, grabbing the remote to the TV from the floor to change the channel to auxiliary.
"The Incredibles," Patrick sat down on the floor next to Spencer as the previews started. There was a knock on my door after the previews were over.
"Come in," I weakly called. Jon walked in.
"I'm going to go to the pharmacy to get Ryan's medicine, does anyone need anything thing?" he said.
"Can I have some ginger ale, please?" I asked.
"Of course. Patrick?" Jon turned to Patrick.
"I'm good, thanks," Patrick said quietly.
"Alright. Spencer?"
"Yeah. I'll have a pizza, a Subway sandwich, some Coke, some Root Beer, some regular beer, a Root Beer float, some Cool Ranch Doritos, Sour Patch Kids and some chicken noodle soup," Spencer listed.
"You're getting noodle soup. No chicken. Just the noodles and the soup," Jon glared lightly at Spencer before looking at me. "I need to talk to you when I get back."
I looked down, knowing it would be about the hickey. He walked out, closing the door behind him.
"Alright. Movie time!" Spencer said, grabbing the remote and pressing play.
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yaaaayy new chapter on time :p the next chapter should be up on Friday c:
Picture to the right is Joe and Andy