Fic: RunAway - XIX. Sick
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silentdescantChapter Title: Sick
Chapter Summary: Dom gets sick and Hans takes care of him.
A/N: Because of real-life scheduling problems, I'm going to have to return to the Tue/Thu (with no Sat) posting schedule. Sorry.
Next: Boundaries, parts one and two (special combined chapter!)
A/N: Because of real-life scheduling problems, I'm going to have to return to the Tue/Thu (with no Sat) posting schedule. Sorry.
It was raining and cold when Hans finally found Dom huddled in a doorway near the pub, soaked to the bone.
“You left the pub,” he said simply.
“Kicked me out,” Dom replied, shivering.
“Why didn’t you go to the flat?”
“Locked out. You weren’t home.”
“C’mon, Nick, let’s get you dry.”
Hans helped Dom to his feet and they walked slowly to the flat. Once inside, Dom collapsed onto the sofa. Hans started to tug Dom’s shirt off, but stopped when he felt Dom’s skin. He redoubled his efforts and stripped Dom of his wet clothes before searching for a blanket.
“You’re freezing, Nick. How long were you out in the rain?”
“Dunno. Cold.”
“I’ll run a warm bath. Stay here until I come back,” Hans directed, leaving Dom wrapped in a wool blanket on the couch.
Dom sneezed. Then a second time. Then a third. “Fucking wool,” he muttered, kicking off the blanket. His skin felt itchy where the blanket had touched it, and he shivered. Finally, Hans came back to help him into the bath. “Allergic to your blanket,” Dom said, sneezing again.
“Well, you’ve also got a cold. C’mon Nick.”
The lukewarm water felt like fire against Dom’s skin and he gasped as pins and needles shot up his legs. An hour later, Dom was in bed wearing Hans’ flannel pajamas. The clothes were too big for him and made him look young and vulnerable. Hans stayed with him until he fell asleep, then went to make tea.
***
“Nicky, wake up,” Hans murmured, carrying a mug carefully over to the bed. “I’ve got aspirin and some tea for you.”
“Don’t want it. Not sick,” Dom slurred, rolling over.
“You need liquids, Dominic. Drink this.”
“Go ‘way.”
“It’ll make you feel better,” Hans sang quietly.
“Nothing can make me feel better. I already tried.”
“What did you try?”
“Alcohol. Drugs. Fucking silly, drugs. Don’t work for shite.”
“This will help your cold, Nick. It’ll bring your fever down.”
“Why do you even care?”
Hans was taken aback. He stared at Dom for a moment before answering. “Because I’m your friend, Dominic.”
“Should just kill myself and get it over with.”
“Don’t say that. You’re not that sick.”
“I am. I can’t live like this. I’m fucking dying.”
“You’re not dying. Just drink this and you’ll feel better, I promise.”
“Fuck promises.” But he accepted the tea.
Next: Boundaries, parts one and two (special combined chapter!)