Sick Day, PG (1/1)

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*waves* First post. I am very nervous, but this has been sitting around on my hard drive long enough, time to air it out and see what everyone thinks. *smile*

Title: Sick Day (1/1)
Rating: PG – light’n’fluffy
Summary: Billy is sick. Dr. Dom is there to take care of him. Actually, it’s not as kinky as that sounds.
Disclaimer: I made it all up, promise. Oh, and I gacked the card thing from Groundhog Day, so I guess I didn’t make that part up so much. Still, not real. Never happened. Yeeup.
Feedback: The first unbeta’ed fic I’ve ever posted. Comments and Crit is v. much appreciated.
Notes: Inspired by the month I spent with the flu and without medical insurance. Grr to HMO’s.


Billy Boyd was sick.

Very sick.

It is a well known fact that when one is sick (or very sick as the case may be) their whole world narrows into a finely honed point centered on the illness. It consumes them – every thought, every movement, every molecule of their very being becomes intimately attached to the stigma of sniffling, sneezing, stuffy head, sore throat, feverish ache.

In short, Billy was in agony. His skin crawled with each labored breath. His throat felt as if someone had went at it with course grit sandpaper. His lungs were on fire. His brain throbbed in his skull.

All things considered, Billy was fairly occupied with his own misery. In fact, he was just about to settle in and give Misery a stern talking to when, quite unexpectedly, she up and left, leaving Billy with a warm Hobbit shaped lump on his chest and Misery’s petulant cousin, Pain.

Hullo there, Billy thought, I know you.

What actually came from his lips sounded more like “Oomph!”

Pain smiled and waved.

“Wake up Billy boy!” the Hobbit shaped lump said loudly into his right ear.

Bloody heavy wanker, get off! Billy thought, adding a few choice words for Pain as well.

What he said was “Mmmph wanker grrrr!”

Dom chuckled. “What was that, luv?” He bounced casually atop Billy’s sternum.

Billy groaned. It seemed Annoyance had come in to join the fun.

“Not like you to be in bed this late, on our day off and everything.” Annoyance said in Dom’s voice.

“Geroff ya’ bastard,” Billy bit out. “I’m sick.”

Dom stopped bouncing and paused for reflection. Then, with a pensive expression, slowly wedged his index finger into the junction between Billy’s shoulder blade and clavicle.

Billy yelped and bolted upright, sending Dom sprawling at the foot of the bed.
Pain and Annoyance snickered in Billy’s head.

Billy snickered a little with them.

It came out as a shuddering series of wheezy coughs.

He rolled over and buried his head under his feather pillow, only vaguely aware that Dom was still sitting on his feet talking to him, the words blissfully reaching his ears as nothing more than mumbled fragments.

It seemed Annoyance had stepped out for a cigarette and Pain had left his brain to reside in his lower legs for awhile. Billy smiled into his pillowcase until suddenly, his soft feather cocoon was torn away as Dom hoisted the pillow into the air. Billy went with it.

“Did you even hear anything I said Boyd?” Dom asked sternly. Billy gurgled and reached blindly for his pillow.

“Thought so. No matter, Doctor Dom is officially on duty.” He let the pillow go. Billy followed it, slamming his head into the wall.

“Ow!” he said, indignant, which was quickly followed by a confused “What?”

“No worries Bills, just lay back and forget your troubles, you’ll be as good as new in no time.”

Confusion stumbled into Billy’s mind, glanced to the left then right and scratched his head.

“What?” Billy repeated. Dom was moving in and out of the hazy sphere of Billy’s vision, then, suddenly, he was gone.

Confusion shrugged. Billy groaned.

Ten minutes later, Dom was back, balancing a fully loaded tea tray in one hand and a carefully stacked pile of board games in the other. He was humming.

Confusion was suddenly coupled with Fear.

Dom settled the games on the floor and the tray on the nightstand. He plopped down beside Billy on the bed and grabbed a glass of something from the tray, handing it to Billy.

Fear gulped.

“Wha–“

“Wheat grass,” Dom said automatically. “Good for ya’.”

A thick green mixture was sloshing sluggishly around the cup.

“Come now,” Dom prompted. “Viggo gave it to me.”

Fear’s eyes widened and he began backing slowly away.

“Oh don’t be such a baby,” Dom admonished, putting the glass to his own lips and taking a long sip. “See? It won’t kill ya’.”

Dom thrust the glass back into Billy’s hand. He didn’t like the way the remnants of Dom’s drink clung thickly to the side of the cup, but nevertheless closed his eyes and took a long swallow.

Dom plucked the empty glass from Billy’s fingers and replaced it with one full of water.

Billy gulped it greedily.

“I should have warned you. The texture takes some getting used to.”

Billy scowled.

“Take these while your at it,” Dom said, handing Billy three pills, one brown, one pink and one white. “For congestion, aches and the cough.”

Billy swallowed them without protest. Fear had backed out of Billy’s head and Confusion had wandered off with him. Billy’s mind was blissfully empty.

“Fancy a game then? I brought chess – “

Billy groaned.

“ - Monopoly – “

Billy turned away.

“ – Trivial Pursuit – “

Billy feigned death.

“Or we could always just play bloody Go Fish.”

Billy perked up.

“You are not serious.”

“Few people truly appreciate the subtle art of a well played game of Go Fish.”

“That’s because it’s a game for six year olds.”

Billy pouted.

“Alright, alright. You’re the sick one. You’re brain’s probably too wracked from illness to play a real game anyway.”

Billy smiled.

They played five games. Billy won every time.

“No more!” Dom finally shouted, throwing his cards down.

“Well, what do you want to do instead?”

Dom narrowed his eyes and scanned the room, getting up to gather Billy’s floppy fisherman hat from atop a pile of clothes.

He placed it at the foot of the bed and returned to Billy’s side, propping himself against the headboard so close to Billy that their hips touched.

Confusion sauntered back into Billy’s brain accompanied by a shy, light haired boy Billy didn’t recognize.

Dom handed half the cards to him, piled his stack neatly in his lap, put one between his index and middle fingers and stuck out his tongue in concentration.

He flung the card expertly into the hat with a flick of his wrist. Billy didn’t notice. He was staring at Dom’s tongue.

“See that? Perfect! Now you have a go.”

Billy blinked, put a card between his fingers and flung it clumsily onto the floor.

“Aw, not like that!” Dom said as another of his cards landed gracefully in the hat.

Billy tried again. His card landed in Dom’s lap. It was the King of Hearts.

Billy stared at it.

Dom stared at it.

Billy coughed.

The mystery man in his head shifted his weight.

“I think,” Dom said, clearing his throat, “I know what your problem is.” He leaned over Billy, his legs straddling Billy’s left thigh, their chests brushing together. He took Billy’s right hand, slipped a card between his fingers and looked him directly in the eye.

They were very close.

The man in Billy’s head leaned forward.

“It’s all in the wrist,” Dom said, and together they tossed the card into the dead center of the hat.

Neither noticed.

“Dom?” Billy said, his breath echoing off Dom’s face to tickle his upper lip.

“Mmm?”

“Why’d you stay with me all day?”

“No one should be alone when they’re sick.”

“Oh,” Billy smiled. The light haired man smiled.

I know you! Billy thought. The man nodded, his gray-blue eyes sparkling.

Billy leaned in and kissed Dom.

Dom kissed him back.

Dom pulled away, just far enough that the tips of their noses still touched. “Wanker, now you’re going to get me sick.”

“But Dommie, don’t you see? Then I can spend the day taking care of you.

Dom nodded, leaned in, and kissed Billy some more.


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