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"You okay, Johnnie?" Carrington questioned from where he was sitting on the couch. He had been watching the new season of The Umbrella Academy when Johnnie came wandering into the kitchen having a coughing fit. "You sound like you're dying."
"Thanks," Johnnie groaned and pulled open the fridge, "I feel like I am."
He stared blankly at the fridge for a moment, a hand resting on his forehead. "Fuck." He groaned again. Carrington popped up from where he was sitting. He rested his arms on the back of the couch, now facing the kitchen, to look fully at Johnnie. "Dude, are you sick?" Carrington questioned, taking in the sight of Johnnie.
Johnnie squeezed his eyes shut and nodded. "I think so." He shut the fridge. "My throat hurts so bad," he said after coughing. "I'm dying."
Carrington stood up from the couch and walked over to Johnnie, putting the back of his hand against his forehead. "Jesus, you're hot." He said after a second. Johnnie opened his eyes and grinned, "Thanks."
Carrington shoved Johnnies shoulder gently, a small laugh falling out of his mouth. "You weirdo," he smiled.
"You want some soup?
"I hate soup," Johnnie whined.
"It's supposed to make you feel better!"
"You only think that cause of the movies."
.... "No soup it is."
"I didn't want him to feel lonely." Carrington mumbled and wrapped his arms more securely against Johnnie.
"You're gonna get sick, Carrington," Jake sighed, crossing his arms. "Johnnies probably contagious!" He pointed out. "Guilberts diseases is real."
Carrington rolled his eyes. "Sure buddy," he said with a grin. "I'm not gonna get sick. I never do."
"Jake," Carrington whined out and flopped onto Jakes bed. Looking up from his phone, Jake immediately scooted over to avoid Carrington. "Ah! Ah! Get away!" He made a swatting motion with his hand.
Carrington army-crawled closer to Jake, doing his best attempt at puppy eyes. "Jake, c'mon-" Carrington frowned and held onto Jakes thigh. "I told you so, I did!" Jake pulled his leg out of Carringtons grasp. "I said you'd get sick and you did, don't get me sick too!"
"If I must suffer, we all must." Carrington groaned and stuffed his face into Jakes blanket. "This fucking sucks." He mumbled into the blanket.
Jake sat wrapped in a blanket, arms crossed and frown heavy on his face. Carrington laid sprawled out across Jakes legs, wrapped in his own blanket.
"I hate you." Jake wheezed out, a cough making its way after. "I know." Carrington sighed out with a grin.
"I dunno about you guys," Johnnie said from the kitchen, muffled with a mouth full of food, "but I feel great."