Groaning, Justin rolled over in his bed, raising his hand to his face to read his watch.  2:30am.  Great.  Sniffling, he used the sleeve of the ratty grey sweater he wore to wipe his nose before a sneezing fit over took him.  A few annoyed groans were heard from his roommates, not surprising seeing as this had been happening since 8pm with an hour interval between each fit.  His hair was damp from the sweat on his forehead as he looked over towards the approaching figure who was shuffling across the room from the direction of what seemed to be Ted’s bed.

“Move over…” came the gruff voice and Justin was sure if he’d been standing up, you’d have been able to knock him over with a feather.

“Brian!” he whispered, eyes wide before he sneezed again.  It was just his luck he should catch the flu at camp.  His answer was a grunt as he was roughly shoved up against the wall before the other teen clambered under the covers, uncaring of the fact the rest of their group were probably awake, poised to see what would happen next.

What happened next though, was not what the horny teens were expecting.

“HOLY SHIT!  Taylor, you’re burning up!”

That caused a riot as Emmett was off his bed like a shot, the lights were turned on and Justin was bombarded by his friends.  Digging about in the cupboard under the sink, Em returned with a thermometer, his eyes resting on his very sick looking friend as another sneeze racked his frail body.

“Shit, I’ll go get Ma!” came Mikey’s voice as he tugged on his clothes before running out into the rain towards his mother’s cabin.

“104.3.  Jesus Justin…” Em whispered as the blond sat, shivering against Brian who was propping him up and being used as a leaning post.   The brunet’s arm was gently resting across Justin’s shoulders and he was surprised by the ferociousness of the boy’s shakes.  

“I’m…c…c…cold”, came the slightly more than pathetic whimper as Justin all but buried himself in Brian’s side as if wishing to extract all the other boy’s body heat.  His arm was rubbed gently by his post, using the friction of his sweater against his clammy skin to create heat for the boy.  It was a sight to see; Justin ‘I don’t give a shit about mostly anything’ Taylor looking gaunt and sick with his hollow eyes and paler than normal skin cuddling with Brian ‘fucks anything with a cock’ Kinney who was half dead and looked ready to fall asleep.  Ted watched from his bed which Ben and Blake had joined him to sit on so they were out the way while Emmett doctored the sick boy.  

Brian’s face was buried in the boy’s hair, his eyes drooping as he felt himself nodding off.  Only of course, to be rudely awakened with the shriek of “SUNSHINE!” and the cabin door slamming open to reveal a frantic looking Debbie.  Justin cringed away from her, he wanted to die in peace and quiet and NOT be coddled by Debbie.  He groaned and shrunk closer to Brian who, for some reason, found himself tightening his hold on the sick blond in his arms.  Debbie looked wild as she snatched the thermometer out a shocked Emmett’s hand, stuffing it into Justin’s mouth, causing him to choke against it.

“Shit Ma.  What are you trying to do?  Kill him!?”

Blinking owlishly, Justin managed to spit out the evil thermometer that had lodged in his oesophagus.  It sailed across the bed and hit Mikey (who’d taken up his post at the edge of it by Justin’s feet) square between the eyes.

“Oww, hey!  What was that for?!” he mumbled, rubbing the fast forming red area with a frown at his best friend who seemed to be getting awfully touchy feely with that Brian Kinney.  Sex was one thing, he knew Justin was like Brian and didn’t do repeats but to end up cuddling with him?  Sick or not, he didn’t like it.
Not one bit.

A ghost of a smile flitted over Justin’s lips before he started coughing, a whimper emitting from his throat as Debbie looked about panicky, “We need to get him to the hospital, God only knows what’s going on in that body of his!”  From the bed, Ben cocked his head to the side in curiosity but said nothing as Brian heaved the boy up, slinging Justin’s arm round his shoulder as Drew did the same on the other side.  After noting that Justin wore nothing but a sweater and his boxers, Mikey grabbed a pair of equally as ratty sweats out the blond’s bag before helping the almost comatose boy put them on.  Half carrying, half dragging Justin out to the bus, the two boys lifted him onto one of the seats before taking up post on either side of him.  In this state he was, more than likely to fall off the seat and they didn’t want blood and bruises on top of the flu.

Hands gripped the arms rests as Debbie almost killed them on several occasions on the way to the nearest hospital (which ironically, happened to be Allegheny General) before, finally (much to the gladness of her passengers) coming to a stop outside the ER.  Justin was, once again, carted towards the doors, a green tinge to his already white as a sheet face.  Debbie headed for the reception, eyes wild.

“My boy’s sick.  He’s coming down with a fever!” 

The receptionist, a warm looking woman, looked up from above her glasses and nodded, picking up the phone beside her and calling for a doctor.

“What was his fever at?” came a soft male voice causing Brian to look up at probably the hottest doctor he’d ever seen.  His dirty blonde hair was tugged back into a small ponytail as he scratched his stubbly chin.  His blue eyes reminded him of someone but he couldn’t place where.

“J…J…Jakey?”

Dr. Jake’s eyes widened, “My God!  Jussy!?”  Signalling to a nearby nurse, a gurney was brought to him.  Brian lifted Justin onto the bed, watching as he was wheeled off.  Jake stayed behind to speak with Debbie, “Do you have that list of his allergies?  What caused him to get a fever?” were only a couple of the questions the blond man fired at the sobbing female.  

“104 point something; yes I do and he almost drowned; all in that order”

Jake took down some notes before nodding, “Anything else I should know about my baby cousin before I shimmy off to see to him?”

Debbie bit her lip, unknowing if she should mention it in front of the boys but sighed, nodding slightly.  She knew that Brian and Justin had fucked, meaning he had a right to know.

“He’s positive”