Chapter Text
When Connor Murphy was sick, you wouldn't know. He wouldn't say anything to anybody, ever. It would only drive him to overworking himself and either breaking down or collapsing. He looked sick, the stock photo of illness: pale face, dark eyes, shaky hands, bundled up in three layers and shivering. But, to most people, that was just normal Connor. That was just high Connor. All of those things were just Connor.
More often than not, a sick Connor would work himself to exhaustion and not sleep; not because he didn't want to, but because he couldn't sleep when he was sick without cuddles and hot tea. This combination would lead without fail to phone calls at one in the morning begging to be cared for.
Jared Kleinman was a frequent recipient of these phone calls.
Connor didn't regress often, but when he was sick all it took a snap of the fingers and he was gone. One in the morning phone calls always led to Connor curling up with a pacifier in his mouth on Jared's chest.
[3 missed calls from Con-Bon]
[3 Messages From: Con-Bon]
Babe?
I need you
Babe pls come over
[4 Messages To: Gay Trio. From: Con-Bon]
Are either of you up?
I need someone ;-;
Im dying pls
Hugs needed pls come supply
Okay, so Jared wasn't the best at checking his phone.
He checked the time; 1:04.
[To: Gay Trio]
On my way, con bon bon
[To: Gay Trio. From: Con-Bon]
Slipping...
[To: Gay Trio]
I'm coming right over, hold tight.