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He was working on a little project he started a few a days ago when it started.

He felt a slightly headache coming on and leaned back in his chair.

'I suppose it's time for a break..' He thought. He leaned back in his chair stretching his arm out and took a sip of water when he swallowed he felt an uncomfortable feeling in his lymph gland and groaned.

This was definitely not how he wanted to start his day.

It was a bit uncomfortable to swallow after that, it wasn't that bad but it was enough for him to be aware of it and he started to dread swallowing at all as it slowly started to get worse as more and more time passed.

After a while he decided he had enough of it and decided he was going to take a nap in hopes of waking up to it being gone. The sun was starting to go down anyways.

He got up and grabbed a blanket and laid down on the couch.

He glanced to the empty area in the middle of the garage, Mirage was out on a mission for a couple of days which honestly made him feel worse knowing he'd have no one to really talk to for a couple of days...

His mom was usually busy working and Kris..? Well, he's starting to get into his teenage years...Which was telling enough. Elena was busy with her job and being somewhat famous and Reek was on some trip with his girl.

He sighed and closed his eyes. He was tired.

Well sleeping did not in fact help at all.

He woke up drenched in sweat and he swallowed harshly which proved to be a major mistake due to the fact that the uncomfortable feeling was bordering on pain now. His nose was stuffy and he felt like shit.

He groaned swiping a hand over his face and removed the blanket he sat up feeling slightly disoriented, swaying a bit and got up to get his water use the bathroom and go back to sleep.

Sleeping would hopefully pass the time a bit more so that he could go home in the morning as he was not going out in the middle of the night, vulnerable.

Which is exactly what he did. He got some water, he used the bathroom, got comfortable, and went back to sleep.

He ended up waking up to two big bright optics right up in his face.

He yelped and jumped back which seemed to alert the bot in front of him.

"What? Whats wrong?" Mirage asked concerned.

When did he get back? Didn't he return tomorrow? Not today!

"Have you never heard of personal space?!"

"Oh. Sorry I was just checking on you." When Noah just gave him a confused look he explained further.  "Your heartbeat was going crazy dude! I thought something was wrong with you so I looked."

"Well apart from the fact that I'm sick, I think I'm doing okay. Nothing to worry about."

"You're sick? Since when? Do I need to get you some medicine?"

Noah sighed and rolled his eyes fondly. The bot could be such a worry wart sometimes..."Like I said, nothing to worry about. it'll go away in a few days but if I'm really unlucky then about a week. I'll be fine. It's just a cold."

"...But some medicine would be nice.." He added on timidly.

Mirage smiled before going to find some medicine they kept in the garage in case of emergencies. Noah never really liked asking for help. He was always used to giving and not taking and didn't like to be taken care of.

But Mirage helped him understand that it was okay to be vulnerable and to let yourself be taken care of.

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Noah had been sick for about a week now, and his symptoms were finally starting to dissappear.

By now, he had been back home and in his bed resting, but Mirage would use his holoform to come over and check up on him still.

His mother hadn't thought much of it just glad that her son had started to make friends.

He had felt worse the more time passed by and 3 days throughout the week he started throwing up to... And when Mirage was there as well which was extremely embarrassing.

It's embarrassing enough to throw up in front of an alien robot from space that didn't understand at all and probably thought it was disgusting but when said alien robot is your crush it makes it much more difficult.

And it was also hard to explain to his alien best friend that throwing up didn't mean he was dying.

He had expected disgust but all he got was concern and a comforting hand(Servo? he was still trying to learn the terms for Cybertronian anatomy) over his back.

"Noah?! Are you okay?" Came the worried voice of his friend.

"Yeah don't worry this is normal when you're sick.." Noah replied weakly, he didn't feel like talking but he didn't want to leave Mirage concerned either.

Mirage seemed skeptical but didn't ask further, "Is their any way I can help?" Mirage had sized down at this point, he was still rubbing his back and Noah leaned back into it.

"...Hold me?" Right after Noah said that he realized what he asked and he wondered where Unicron was when you needed him...

Mirage seemed surprised and if Noah hadn't been busy hiding his face in the blankets he'd have noticed the blueish blush on Mirages face plates.

"Uhm... Okay," For once Mirage sounded unsure of himself– and in literally any other situation Noah would have been smug but he absolutely did not have the face to be smug right now.

Noah was shocked when he felt Mirage climb over top of him and get behind him on the couch and hold me from behind. Noah eventually relaxed and he was half asleep when he heard...purring?

It took him a little to figure out it was coming from Mirage. Noah held in a chuckle. Noah knew Mirage purred having heard it a few times before but the fact that Mirage was purring right now made the moment strangely....intimate.

It could have been because of the purring– Or maybe just maybe because he had feelings of.. something, for his best friend, or maybe because he was still sick– But he leaned back into Mirage. He felt safe. He felt.. loved. even if it wasn't the same love he felt for Mirage.

He knew everything would be okay as long as he had Mirage, and his Ma, and his brother by his side.