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Author: Robin Gurl
Beta:wilchel
Summary: Billy's ill and Dom takes care of him. (the last drabble is hilarious)
Notes: This is my last post tonight! And now I am allll caught up on fic posting. This is my first realistic hurt and comfort fic with these two and I'm very proud of it. Review and let me know how I did.
Disclaimer: Never happened
The medicine he'd been forced to take was working quite quickly. He was beginning to feel sleepy, and drowsily scooted down to a lying position with his head in Dom's lap. He felt Dom lift his arm and let Billy curl closer before letting his arm rest down again, this time on Billy's chest.
The conversation he'd only been partly participating in now converged into a pile of voices that he could no longer distinguish between. He heard what he thought was the sound of Dom's voice and slightly tilted his head, trying to see. Dom glanced down at him with a worried expression that turned soothing as he caught Billy's wandering hand, holding it in his. "'s ok, Bills. I'm here." Billy's ears worked hard to understand that statement and he felt sleepy afterwards. He relaxed, letting Dom's thighs hold his head up. Closing his eyes, he didn't let go of Dom's hand.
"Man, he's pretty bad off, isn't he?" Elijah exclaimed leaning forward. "When you said he was ill, I just thought it was a cold or somethin'. You going to make it to set tomorrow?"
"If Billy is that sick, Elijah, I don't think he needs to leave the house," Orlando replied, rolling his eyes.
"I was asking Dom, thank you very much!" The youngest stuck his tongue out before turning his attention back to Dom.
"If Billy stays, I'll stay. I promised I wouldn’t leave him," was Dom's response. He didn't take his eyes off the sleeping form of his friend. Billy looked so young when he was asleep, so innocent; he looked like Pippin. Billy said all the time in interviews that the roles were reversed. Usually they were - this time, however, Dom realized that he was going to have to be Merry until Billy got better. Billy needed someone to take care of him.
"Dom, he'll be alright," Elijah whispered sitting on the other side of Dom. He knew Dom had a habit of over exaggerating things, especially when it came to taking care of his friends, Billy especially. "It's just a bad cold."
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He forced himself to open his eyes. When he did, he couldn't see anything. He grunted weakly and tried to sit up, but fell back down face-first, whatever he landed on made a muffled groan. "Bills?"
"Dommeh?" Billy's usually heavy accent voice was even heavier with the cold and the sleepiness. "Wha ye doin' 'ere?"
"Calm down." He felt a hand reach his face and stroke his cheek. "Lay back down, Pip. It'll be alright."
"Mmm sick Dommeh."
"I know, Bills. 's ok. I'm here." Came the tired response.
Billy lay back down, trying to comprehend what was happening. He didn't remember inviting Dom over to his flat and he didn't understand why Dom was in his bed with him but he liked it. "That's it, just relax." He lay his head down on Dom's chest and Dom's scent pierced through his stopped up nose, making Billy feel safe.
He sniffled a little then coughed. The pain that rattled through his chest was unexpected, and he curled closer into himself. The mattress moved and Billy's head dropped down into something a little harder. Judging by the hardness of his landing he guessed he was in Dom's lap. "Shh, take it easy, I know it hurts." Dom's voice was soothing but not enough to scare away the pain in his chest. "Just let it run it's course, Billy. I'm here." He heard a soft dunk and wondered what Dom was doing then he felt a cool cloth run across his forehead. It felt so good.
As good as it felt, though, he still couldn't breathe the way he wanted to. Billy sat up frantically noticing for the first time that he couldn’t breathe out of his nose, but his chest was stopped up as well. He hacked again and again trying to free up his breathing passage. Sitting up caused a wave of dizziness and he fell into Dom, his frame shuddering. "Easy, Bills. Easy. Just cough it up."
He knew in his fog that Dom didn't know what else to say, but it was comforting enough just to hear Dom's voice. His coughing subsided and Billy could breathe through his mouth again. He laid his head against Dom's chest panting, exhausted from the near panic attack.
Unknown to Billy, Dom was wincing each time the wet coughs rattled through his friend's chest. He was relieved when they seemed to calm back down and was grateful to feel Billy relax against him. "Let's go back to sleep, Bills."
"Love mah Dommeh." Billy whispered as he was gently pulled back down to the mattress and pillows still engulfed in Dom's embrace.
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"I'm not taking it," Billy hoarsely exclaimed. He nearly fell off the bed trying to escape Dom's wrath as the younger man was trying to force a cup of medicine in his hands.
"You've got to, Billy. Doctor's orders."
"It made me so loopy last time I dun even remember what I did last night."
"You slept, coughed, threw up four times and told me you loved me every five minutes." Dom informed him not relenting.
Billy didn't want to admit that he was feeling like shit and that he was really grateful that Dom was there. The medicine gleamed in the bright light of his bedroom, a sickening happy yellowish liquid. Egh. "You take it."
Dom groaned frustrated. "Don't make me force it down your throat."
"I'd like to see you try." Billy's voice had begun to go out again, so he wasn't even sure Dom had heard his entire retort. Either way, he scooted as far to the other side of the bed as possible without falling off it.
"You know, for being thirty-one, you sure do act like a child."
"At this moment, I'll take that as a compliment, as I'm to tired to hit you."
"The sooner you take this the sooner you'll be asleep and out of pain for a few hours," Dom offered, watching glazed green eyes give him the death glare. In any other situation and Dom would have been laughing his ass off. Billy looked as bad as he felt, he was sure, but to make it even worse and possibly more adorable, the already heavy accent had just tripled in strength. Dom didn't know how he was translating Billy's comebacks so efficiently, but he wasn't about to complain about his newly found talent. "I won't leave your side, I promise."
"What?"
"I know the meds make you feel off your rocker. That's why I called in sick today as well. I didn't want you to be alone." Dom explained. "I know I'm not the greatest nurse but I'm trying. Please? For me Billy?" The younger man sat down on the bed careful not to drop the cup of medicine.
Defeated, Billy nodded, knowing full-well that he'd just given into Dom's puppy eyes and his guilt trip. "Yer lucky yer cute."
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tits_teapots) Author: Robin Gurl
Beta:
wilchel Summary: Billy's ill and Dom takes care of him. (the last drabble is hilarious)
Notes: This is my last post tonight! And now I am allll caught up on fic posting. This is my first realistic hurt and comfort fic with these two and I'm very proud of it. Review and let me know how I did.
Disclaimer: Never happened
The medicine he'd been forced to take was working quite quickly. He was beginning to feel sleepy, and drowsily scooted down to a lying position with his head in Dom's lap. He felt Dom lift his arm and let Billy curl closer before letting his arm rest down again, this time on Billy's chest.
The conversation he'd only been partly participating in now converged into a pile of voices that he could no longer distinguish between. He heard what he thought was the sound of Dom's voice and slightly tilted his head, trying to see. Dom glanced down at him with a worried expression that turned soothing as he caught Billy's wandering hand, holding it in his. "'s ok, Bills. I'm here." Billy's ears worked hard to understand that statement and he felt sleepy afterwards. He relaxed, letting Dom's thighs hold his head up. Closing his eyes, he didn't let go of Dom's hand.
"Man, he's pretty bad off, isn't he?" Elijah exclaimed leaning forward. "When you said he was ill, I just thought it was a cold or somethin'. You going to make it to set tomorrow?"
"If Billy is that sick, Elijah, I don't think he needs to leave the house," Orlando replied, rolling his eyes.
"I was asking Dom, thank you very much!" The youngest stuck his tongue out before turning his attention back to Dom.
"If Billy stays, I'll stay. I promised I wouldn’t leave him," was Dom's response. He didn't take his eyes off the sleeping form of his friend. Billy looked so young when he was asleep, so innocent; he looked like Pippin. Billy said all the time in interviews that the roles were reversed. Usually they were - this time, however, Dom realized that he was going to have to be Merry until Billy got better. Billy needed someone to take care of him.
"Dom, he'll be alright," Elijah whispered sitting on the other side of Dom. He knew Dom had a habit of over exaggerating things, especially when it came to taking care of his friends, Billy especially. "It's just a bad cold."
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He forced himself to open his eyes. When he did, he couldn't see anything. He grunted weakly and tried to sit up, but fell back down face-first, whatever he landed on made a muffled groan. "Bills?"
"Dommeh?" Billy's usually heavy accent voice was even heavier with the cold and the sleepiness. "Wha ye doin' 'ere?"
"Calm down." He felt a hand reach his face and stroke his cheek. "Lay back down, Pip. It'll be alright."
"Mmm sick Dommeh."
"I know, Bills. 's ok. I'm here." Came the tired response.
Billy lay back down, trying to comprehend what was happening. He didn't remember inviting Dom over to his flat and he didn't understand why Dom was in his bed with him but he liked it. "That's it, just relax." He lay his head down on Dom's chest and Dom's scent pierced through his stopped up nose, making Billy feel safe.
He sniffled a little then coughed. The pain that rattled through his chest was unexpected, and he curled closer into himself. The mattress moved and Billy's head dropped down into something a little harder. Judging by the hardness of his landing he guessed he was in Dom's lap. "Shh, take it easy, I know it hurts." Dom's voice was soothing but not enough to scare away the pain in his chest. "Just let it run it's course, Billy. I'm here." He heard a soft dunk and wondered what Dom was doing then he felt a cool cloth run across his forehead. It felt so good.
As good as it felt, though, he still couldn't breathe the way he wanted to. Billy sat up frantically noticing for the first time that he couldn’t breathe out of his nose, but his chest was stopped up as well. He hacked again and again trying to free up his breathing passage. Sitting up caused a wave of dizziness and he fell into Dom, his frame shuddering. "Easy, Bills. Easy. Just cough it up."
He knew in his fog that Dom didn't know what else to say, but it was comforting enough just to hear Dom's voice. His coughing subsided and Billy could breathe through his mouth again. He laid his head against Dom's chest panting, exhausted from the near panic attack.
Unknown to Billy, Dom was wincing each time the wet coughs rattled through his friend's chest. He was relieved when they seemed to calm back down and was grateful to feel Billy relax against him. "Let's go back to sleep, Bills."
"Love mah Dommeh." Billy whispered as he was gently pulled back down to the mattress and pillows still engulfed in Dom's embrace.
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"I'm not taking it," Billy hoarsely exclaimed. He nearly fell off the bed trying to escape Dom's wrath as the younger man was trying to force a cup of medicine in his hands.
"You've got to, Billy. Doctor's orders."
"It made me so loopy last time I dun even remember what I did last night."
"You slept, coughed, threw up four times and told me you loved me every five minutes." Dom informed him not relenting.
Billy didn't want to admit that he was feeling like shit and that he was really grateful that Dom was there. The medicine gleamed in the bright light of his bedroom, a sickening happy yellowish liquid. Egh. "You take it."
Dom groaned frustrated. "Don't make me force it down your throat."
"I'd like to see you try." Billy's voice had begun to go out again, so he wasn't even sure Dom had heard his entire retort. Either way, he scooted as far to the other side of the bed as possible without falling off it.
"You know, for being thirty-one, you sure do act like a child."
"At this moment, I'll take that as a compliment, as I'm to tired to hit you."
"The sooner you take this the sooner you'll be asleep and out of pain for a few hours," Dom offered, watching glazed green eyes give him the death glare. In any other situation and Dom would have been laughing his ass off. Billy looked as bad as he felt, he was sure, but to make it even worse and possibly more adorable, the already heavy accent had just tripled in strength. Dom didn't know how he was translating Billy's comebacks so efficiently, but he wasn't about to complain about his newly found talent. "I won't leave your side, I promise."
"What?"
"I know the meds make you feel off your rocker. That's why I called in sick today as well. I didn't want you to be alone." Dom explained. "I know I'm not the greatest nurse but I'm trying. Please? For me Billy?" The younger man sat down on the bed careful not to drop the cup of medicine.
Defeated, Billy nodded, knowing full-well that he'd just given into Dom's puppy eyes and his guilt trip. "Yer lucky yer cute."
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worried dom taking care of his little billy is adorable.
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That is all.
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*You know you can always continue this with Dom getting sick too...just a thought. ;)
** How about naming it "Out of my mind" or "Hobbit duties"?
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*sits and pouts*
How am I supposed to write more w/out my Merry's approval? Why, it's just unheard of! ;_;
*hint*itslinkedonmyregularjournal*hint*
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Heehaw.
"Yer lucky yer cute."
I'm going to hunt for part two and probably fail then somehow kick myself.
This was delicious.
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I guess in order for you to find part 2 I would have to write it, yes? ....*scitters off to do that*
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I love it so much when people write Billy's accent phonetically. It's pretty much one of my kinks. ;) Oh, Dommeh's Billeh.
This was so cute and sweet. I love the thought of Dom taking care of Billy for a change.
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I can read the Billy taking care of Dom stories but it doesn't make me melt quite like the other way around but then I'm a complete utter sucker for Merry taking care of Pippin stories so ..that's probably where that comes from. lmao. xD
Thanks for reading and sorry for the late reply!
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<3
Robin Gurl