“Don’t you dare get out of that bed, Derek Patrick Seigerson!” Julian cried out before he could even make a move, and with an irritated sigh Derek relaxed as much as he could. “This is bullshit!”
“Really?” Julian turned to his best friend with a glare, challenging him to say more and then he waved a finger in a circle around his own face. “Does this face look like it gives a fuck?” Derek crossed his arms not amused and decided not to answer, since Julian’s face really didn’t look like it gave a fuck and Derek didn’t want to give him the pleasure of being right. Jules got even worse whenever people told him he was right. “I’m fine, honestly. You guys are totally overreacting.”
He received a sigh and Julian closed his book, sitting down on Derek’s bed with a pointed look. “I heard you throwing up from down the hall at three in the morning. And I was asleep, Der.” Derek winced, then suddenly let out a few wracking coughs as he fought to breathe. Julian immediately handed him a glass of water, which he took gratefully and sipped from to ease his throat. “Yeah,” he then said, hoarsely. “Guess I don’t feel that good.” Julian rolled his eyes, then looked up as the door creaked up and revealed Logan carrying a bowl and a spoon.
“Is that what I think it is?” Derek asked, cheeks flushed and voice cracking and Logan just grinned. “If you’re thinking chicken soup then yes.” Julian offered Logan a smile as the blonde handed Derek his soup and Derek witnessed the moment with feverish eyes. He couldn’t stop the small smile. His two best friend weren’t together yet, but the revolution was nearing, he could feel it.
Logan sat down on the other side of Derek’s bed, and watched as Julian fussed over his best friend. “First you’re going to take these pills and then you get to eat the soup! …Derek, we went over this – look at my face – no, I don’t care that you can’t swallow them – …I will force them down your throat if I have to. … Good.” Derek swallowed his pills with a sour face, something both Logan and Julian found hilarious, and then he beckoned for the chicken soup. Handing it to him, Julian rolled his eyes for the third time since Logan had arrived and sat down again.
For a moment all three were silent, Derek eating his soup in peace. But when he looked up, he was suddenly hit by a wave of gratitude. Julian had picked up the script of Something Damaged again and was looking through it, Logan watching him in badly concealed adoration. Derek let out a sigh, surprising both his friends and they both looked up. “You okay? Are you going to throw up?” Logan immediately worried, and Julian already got up to get a waste basket but Derek quickly shook his head and chuckled. “No, it’s fine. Sit your ass back down, mother,” Julian sent him a halfhearted glare at the remark but complied. “I just appreciate you guys being here. That’s, you know,” this was awkward. “really awesome.”
Julian and Logan shared a look, and then smiled. “That’s what friends do, right?” Julian spoke up and Logan nodded. “Now give Jules the bowl and take a nap.” Derek handed Julian the bowl with another eye-roll and Logan seemed satisfied enough, taking the bowl from Julian and offering him a smile. “I’m taking this back to the kitchens. I’ll be back soon.” Julian only said a soft “okay” and then Logan disappeared through the doors again.
“Your kids are going to be so spoiled,” Derek mumbled as his best friend rearranged the quilt on his bed and Julian cracked a tiny smile before he patted Derek’s leg. “You’re getting us all soft, Der. Stop it. Now go and take a nap.” He commanded.
Derek settled back, closed his eyes and listened to the comforting sounds of his best friend moving around the room. Sure, he still felt like shit. But there were two people here with him. It made him feel a bit better.
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