Imagine both members of your OTP are sick, so one of their friends has to come over and take care of both of them.
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'Come to the house ASAP' -Ethan

Sky glanced at his message occasionally as he drove to Ethan's house. It was pretty vague on what he meant but he wasn't ruling out the worst.

Was Sub having difficulties again? Last time Ethan needed his help was when Sub fell down the stairs. He'd miss calculated just one step.

Pulling up to Ethan's house, nothing looked wrong with it. The two story building was quiet and calm. No sign of anything terrible or horrible. Sky stepped out of his car and went to the front door, knocking loudly.

Ethan was the one to answer it, wrapped tightly in a fuzzy blanket. His entire nose and cheeks were red, and behind him Sub was shivering on the couch.

"Are you two both sick," Sky questioned, knowing that both his friends couldn't speak. Ethan let out a pathetic whine and nodded, practically leaning against the door frame to stay up. Sky jumped into action and helped him get to the couch.

Once his two friends were both situated on the couch, with like four blankets, Sky made his way to the kitchen, seeing the stock pile of chicken noodle soup and pop (soda, Coke, whatever.)

That only meant Sub got sick first. When Sub's sick, he's not moving anywhere. Sky cringed at the thought, since a simple flu could kill him. Ethan must of not slept while he watched over him.

He got a giant pot out and three cans of soups, mixing them together. Sky left that to cook and checked on both of them. When he made sure they were both asleep he went back into the kitchen to see to the food.

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By two days Ethan was in better conditions to take over Sky's job. It didn't mean Sky would leave them just yet. Sure Ethan got stubborn on not wanting help but Sky was willing to fight over it to make sure his friend was ok.

"Yes I know you're better," Sky sighed, "but not well enough to watch Sub. You could catch it again."

Ethan huffed, brushing his fingers through Sub's hair. His shrugged and rolled his eyes, getting Sky to give him the same attitude.

"Yes you are still sick and you can still catch it. I'm not leaving until I'm fully sure both of you are ok."

Ethan glared at Sky but didn't seem to want to argue. Sub let out a whine, fidgeting and moving closer to Ethan. He kept brushing the hair out of Sub's eyes as he watched him, not meeting Sky's gaze.

"Want me to make something while you're trapped," Sky offered, getting a nod from Ethan, "fine. I'll be back soon."

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Sub got better longer than anticipated. He was still a bit weak, and lost a lot of weight, but Ethan was confident Sky was no longer.

"Hey hey hey now, no need to kick a friend out," Sly joked, standing at the front of the door. Ethan huffed and narrowed his eyes, crossing his arms. Sub waved from the inside, smiling brightly.

"Yeah yeah you're better and all. But I still wuv hanging out with you two," Sky pouted and got a playful swipe of a hand from Ethan. He laughed as he dodged it and pulled him into a hug, "be nice on him. He's still weak," sky winked and proceeded out the door.

Ethan rolled his eyes and waved him off, feeling something in his back pocket. Pulling it out, he got red in the cheeks at what it was, a condom.

Oh, he'll get revenge.

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Lil short ending. But sky's a lil sneak.

Making a one shot month long thingy, needing requests!! It's on it's own separate book.