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~~Let's pretend I so did not post this in my personal journal first.~~

I'm surprised no one's requested this prompt (with any Nick pairing) after the events that transpired this weekend, but anyway: I'd love a fic where Nick's sick and Brian nurses him back to health.

Sex doesn't have to occur once Nick's all better, but would be a major bonus.

Current Mood: embarrassed

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citruslover.livejournal.com

Hi! :) Hope it's not too late to respond to this. It's not exactly what I had in mind when I read your prompt, but I hope it satisfies.
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Brian shuffled down hallway of the Four Seasons hotel in Las Vegas, looking up when he stopped in front of a door. He knocked quickly, hands fidgeting in his pockets as his gaze settled on the floor. “Nick, you awake?”

Inside the dimmed room on the other side of the door, the large shapeless form beneath the red patterned quilt shifted, and a pillow lifted to reveal a mass of blonde hair stuck out in all directions. Over the low din of the television, another quick knock was heard. “Nick?”

Coughing thickly, Nick slowly swung his legs off the bed, sending crumpled tissues to the floor as he went. “Coming,” he called in a weak rasp. After several moments the door creaked open, and Brian took in the bedraggled appearance of his friend, leaning heavily against the door in a loose, wrinkled dark blue T-shirt and grey sweat pants, face flushed. “You look like shit, man.” He offered what was meant to be an encouraging smile. Nick sniffled, turned and moved back toward the bed, collapsing face down on the mound of quilt. Brian stepped inside, letting the door fall shut behind him. “How are you feelin’?”

“How do I look?” His voice muffled by the quilt made the words almost unintelligible. Brian glanced around the large room, used tissues surrounding the bed, clothes spilling out of the suitcase lying open on the floor, and a half-empty bottle of Vicks sitting on the nightstand. The picture window in the far wall was completely dark. “You did great on stage tonight,” he offered. A snort, “I’m sure our fans appreciated it.” Brian didn’t miss the note of bitterness in his voice. Nick twisted around so he was lying on his back, legs splayed across the bed and eyed him warily. “I brought you some cough drops. Figured you could use them.” He produced a small bag of cherry cough drops from the pocket in his sweatshirt.

Gently prodding Nick’s leg over Brian cautiously took a seat on the corner of the bed and set the cough drops down on the other side of his Nick's still form. His eyes were closed, and his face was turned toward the other side of the bed, mouth slightly open. Brian made himself look away. He glanced briefly at the floor, then at the television, which was tuned to one of the local news stations. “Leigh’s in bed.”

“So why aren’t you there?” Came the sharp response. Brian opened his mouth quickly, then shut it, and let out a breath. “Because I wanted to see if you were alright,” he said softly. “If you want me to go I will. I know the doctor said you needed to sleep, so…”

Nick opened his eyes and turned his face toward Brian. His eyes, slightly glassy from fever, were unreadable. He sniffled, bringing a hand up to rub across his face. “No, I don’t want you to go.” Brian leaned over to grab the box of tissues on the nightstand and rolled himself onto the quilt next to Nick, handing him the box. Nick took one and blew into it, tossing it onto the floor when he was finished.

“You know I’m probably still contagious.” Brian smiled at him.

“I’ll take that chance. If you haven’t already spread it to all of us and half the crew I’d be surprised.” Nick snorted again, which resulted in a coughing fit forceful enough to shake his entire body. When it was over Brian slung an arm over him and shifted closer, pulling the quilt up around them. Nick closed his eyes again as Brian brushed a hand through his hair, taming some of the fly-away strands. He pressed a quick kiss to Nick’s forehead before they both drifted off, the glare of the television flickering in the background.