J2 Fic - Should Have Stayed in Bed - complete
Title: Should Have Stayed in Bed
Pairing: J2
Rating: G
Word Count: ~2,800
Beta: billysgirl5
Summary: Jared's sick. Jensen didn't realise. It all goes from bad to worse when Jensen can't get to Jared to help him.
A/N: Written for this prompt here by fanofsuper :
The boys are on set & Jared is ill. They think he has the flu. Jensen goes to Jared's trailer to get him but he can get in because Jared has collapsed behind the door & is blocking it. Jensen is taking to him through the door. 2 crew guys walk by & joke with Jensen about them having a lover's spat. When Jensen tells them what's wrong, they climb in a window of the trailer & get Jared away from the door so Jensen can get in. It takes 2 of them to even hold Jared up.
Jared woke up and simply groaned. His head was throbbing, feeling as if his brain was pressing against his skull, his nose was completely congested and he could barely pull in any air, even his eyes were hurting him. He turned over onto his stomach and buried his head into his pillow, wishing he could just fall back asleep for the rest of the week.
“Jay? Come on, we have to get going, man,” Jensen whispered directly into Jared’s ear, his fingers pushing the stray hair behind the younger man’s ears.
Jared turned his face away from Jensen, knowing that he would be dressed solely in a towel, skin still wet from the shower. Which was just cruel in the condition Jared was in. Jensen chuckled, swatting at Jared’s head before leaving him in favor of getting dressed. Jared sighed, heaving himself up with shaky arms before planting his feet firmly on the floor, his toes digging into the carpet before he stood up.
Jared took a deep breath in and waited for the room to stop spinning before he headed for the shower. He quickly washed up, not having the time or energy for a nice, long shower and patted himself dry once he was done. He stood in front of the mirror staring at himself for a minute; he looked like shit, and he knew it. Opening the medicine cabinet, Jared searched for the cold medicine and dry-swallowed two DayQuil capsules before returning to his bedroom to get ready.
“You alright there, Jay?” Jensen asked when Jared reemerged from the bathroom, a thick cloud of steam following in his wake.
“Yeah,” he croaked, coughing slightly to clear his throat, “I’m fine, Jen, just tired. Someone kept me up for most of the night last night,” Jared joked, coming up behind Jensen and wrapping his arm around Jensen’s shoulders, his chest pressed tight to Jensen’s back and his lips brushing around his ear.
“Stop it,” Jensen groaned, “We don’t have time for that now, but tonight…” Jensen promised, placing a swift kiss to Jared’s lips before breaking away from his boyfriend’s hold.
Jared tried to stay upright, suppressing a small cough that was tickling at the back of his throat. With a sigh, Jared got himself dressed and ready for a long day, willing the hours to pass by quickly so he could come back home and sleep curled around Jensen again.
The car trip into the lot was silent, Jared trying to breathe and push through his pounding headache while going over his lines. Jensen sat next to him, reading through his own lines and shooting Jared looks of concern every now and again. Once at the studio, they were immediately whisked away to wardrobe and make-up, the PAs saying something about running behind schedule.
Jared was worked continuously for the next six hours doing stunts and running around, saying his lines over and over again until his throat was dry and his tongue felt too big for his mouth, all while Jensen was holed up rerecording some audio from yesterday’s shoot. When they finally called for lunch, Jared practically crumbled from exhaustion. He didn’t know how much more he could take; his headache hadn’t receded any, and all he wanted to do was curl up into a tiny ball and sleep. After taking a moment to regroup, Jared decided to head straight to his trailer for a few extra minutes of rest, knowing Jensen would come get him and, most likely, bring food.
The walk back to his trailer seemed to take longer than Jared remembered. He stumbled through his door, leaning back against it and to shut it. He licked away the cold sweat from the top of his lip, his breathing labored as he tried to find the energy to move towards his bed. Jared wanted to move, but he couldn’t. He banged his head back against the hard wood and gave up, letting his legs crumbled underneath him, unable to get back up.
He must have blacked out at some point, because the next thing he knows, someone’s standing on the other side of the door banging against it.
“Jared!” Jensen’s gruff voice called through the door, a hint of worry lacing his voice.
Jared tried to stand, but his limbs felt like lead weights. He groaned in response to Jensen’s calls, throat too sore to say anything else. Something was really wrong.
“Jay? Come on, dude, let me in!” Jensen tried again, pushing against the door but finding it stuck. “Jay, please! What’s wrong? Did something happen?” Jensen continued to beg, his palm and ear resting against the door, trying to hear what was going inside.
“J’s’n...” Jared groaned, his eyes falling shut against the harsh light.
Jensen knocked hard again, calling out louder and louder each time. Giving up, he stood back from the door, raising his leg and readying himself to kick at the door when two voices distracted him.
“What’s wrong, Jenny? Having boy trouble?” Craig, one of the older crew members, joked, laughing and nudging at his companion.
“Did you guys have some kind of lover’s spat? Use the last of his shampoo or something?” George from the sound department added, all in good humor.
“Stop being dicks and help me out here!” Jensen called back, ignoring the gibes for the moment.
The two men made their way over to Jensen quickly, a look of concern replacing their smiles, “What’s wrong?” Craig asked, placing his hand on Jensen’s shoulder trying to calm the other man down.
“It’s Jared. I can’t get in, and he isn’t answering me back...” Jensen started.
“Maybe he just needs some time to himself or something?” George asked.
“No! He didn’t come to lunch! He’d never skip out on that,” Jensen rebutted. He knew Jared, knew him better than anyone else, and the only time Jared didn’t eat was if he was seriously ill. The apocalypse could really be happening, and Jared would still be hungry.
Craig tested the door, pushing against it as Jensen tried to talk to Jared, “Jay?” he called out again. “Where are you?” Jensen asked, finally realizing something. “We have to do something...” he mumbled.
“The door’s probably just stuck...” George commented.
“No, Jared’s blocking it,” he said looking at the two of them, realizing that it was most likely Jared’s body that was blocking the door, “Jay, just say something, groan or whatever, if you’re at the door...” Jensen asked, pressing his face back up against the trailer door, waiting for something.
The words sounded hazy in his head, but he knew Jensen was asking him something. Jared opened his mouth and tried to give some sort of response, “tired… can’t… can’t move… sick,” Jared mumbled, the words rough and coming out more like a groan. Jensen heard the moan and took it as confirmation. He stood back for a moment, thinking about what to do next.
“We have to get in there...” Jensen said, the two crew members looking increasingly worried.
“The window!” Craig suggests, “Jensen, you stay here and keep talking to him, get him to cover his eyes if you can. George, go call the medic!” Craig orders, rushing down the stairs and getting some things together to break and get through the window.
Jensen agrees, immediately crouching down to where he assumes Jared is and tries to explain what’s going on, “Jay, man, listen to me. We’re coming to get you, okay? You’ll be fine. Craig is here, and he’s going to smash through the window, okay? What I need you to do is just cover your face, okay?” he says all in one breath, hoping Jared is listening to him.
Jared relaxes at the sound of Jensen’s voice. He’s sure he’s being told something important, but he can’t make himself focus on the words. His head turns to the side, cheek pressed to the door, listening to Jensen speak as his world fades to black once more.
“You ready, Jensen?” Craig calls, just as he sees George return with the medic in tow.
“Just do it!” Jensen replies, continuing his stream of comforting words.
Craig was standing on a chair, hammer from his tool belt in hand, waiting for permission to strike at the glass. Nodding his head once, he raised the hammer and knocked it through the window, glass shattering and flying everywhere. Craig threw his jacket over the window sill and climbed through. The sight before the crew member’s eyes was one he wouldn’t soon forget.
Jared lay unconscious with only the door holding him upright, his legs bent out in front of him and his arms lax by his side. His skin was a clammy and pale color, hair damp and breathing obviously labored. It was obvious that Jared wasn’t well but with what was still yet to be determined.
Craig rushed towards Jared’s prone form, checking his pulse and temperature, “I got him, Jense! He doesn’t look good, but I got him!” He shouted, “Jared? Man, hey, wake up,” Craig tried. “He ain’t waking up. I’ll move him away from the door, so you can get in!” he called through to Jensen again.
Craig heard the curse through the door. He wrapped Jared’s lax arms around his shoulders and wrapped his own around Jared’s waist before pulling the younger man away from the door. He managed to move Jared slightly before the weight toppled over him causing Jared to collapse over him. Not even a second later, the door swung open, slamming against the wall from the force.
“Jared? Jay?” Jensen was frantic, eyes scanning the trailer rapidly until they landed on Jared. “Shit, Jared?” Jensen crouched down over Jared, not caring about the small pieces of glass that littered the floor, pulling his lover off of Craig and cradling him in his arms.
Jensen tried to rouse Jared, patting his cheek gently, his fingers smearing some of the blood that was forming around the numerous small cuts that littered Jared’s face from the glass. He mumbled over and over again how Jared just had to wake up, how he had to be okay or he wouldn’t forgive himself. He didn’t realize it, but tears were running down his face freely, scared beyond all reason for Jared’s wellbeing.
The medic followed Jensen in, his case with all his supplies in hand, and assessed the situation immediately. He checked Jared’s pulse, blood pressure, temperature and airway, “He needs a hospital, right away. He’s got a fever, and his breathing is extremely labored” he said once he was done.
Jensen nodded, “Can someone bring the car around? I’ll take him,” Jensen said, leaving no room for argument, his eyes never leaving Jared’s face.
Precious minutes ticked by as they waited for the car. As soon as it arrived, Jensen tried to lift Jared, but the younger man was a dead weight. “I need a little bit of help here!” Jensen huffed.
Craig immediately came to Jensen’s aid, both men wrapping one of Jared’s arms around their shoulders and lifting him together. It took some effort, but eventually, they managed to get Jared into the car, the younger man coming in and out of consciousness as he was being moved around.
Clif was sitting in the driver’s seat, allowing Jensen to continue holding Jared in the back while they sped towards the hospital. Jensen was wrapped around Jared, supporting the younger man’s weight, his head was bent low, lips brushing against Jared’s clammy skin as he prayed that everything would be okay, chiding himself, at the same time, for not realizing that something was wrong sooner.
The doctor saw them almost immediately. Dr. Walsh was an older man with graying hair and a wiry smile, but he instantly put Jensen to ease with his professionalism and bedside manner. Samples of Jared’s blood were taken, and he was then sent for a chest x-ray, the doctors fairly certain that a cold, plus exhaustion, had developed into pneumonia. It didn’t take long for the results to come back, Jared resting in the too small bed as the doctor explained to Jensen what was going on.
“It seems that Jared had a chest infection and that, coupled with being over worked, has lead to pneumonia. The fever should break once we get him on a course of antibiotics, and depending on how he is, hopefully within a few days he should be right to go home. You’ll have to make sure he rests and gets plenty of sleep, as well as completing the entire course of antibiotics once he’s out of here, but everything should be fine” he said, a kind smile on his face the entire time.
“So he’ll be okay?” Jensen asked, gnawing at his bottom lip.
“He’ll be fine,” Dr. Walsh agreed.
“How did I not see this? Was there anything I could have done to prevent it from getting this bad?” Jensen asked. Jared seemed to have been fine, maybe a little more tired than normal, but they had been working hard the past few weeks. Jensen had just thought it was nothing more than lack of sleep. He never would have thought that it was so serious.
“Most likely he was just taking something to cover up the symptoms that masked the seriousness of his condition. I’m sure not even Mr. Padalecki realized how bad it was,” the doctor explained, “so, if there’s nothing else, I’ll leave you two alone. Have a nurse page me if you have any other questions or concerns,” he said before leaving the room.
Jensen nodded absently, not paying mind to the doctor’s departure, his hand coming up and clutching at Jared’s hand. He brought the hand up to his lips and gently kissed each knuckle before moving closer and placing his lips against Jared’s own. The adrenaline that had been running through his body was now gone, and he was left feeling completely drained. He shakily lowered himself down onto the hard plastic chair by Jared’s head and ran his fingers through his lover’s hair.
“You scared the hell out of me today, Jared... the least you could do is wake up already,” Jensen mumbled, knowing Jared wouldn’t wake due to the exhaustion.
Jensen closed his eyes, resting his head against Jared’s broad chest, listening to the rhythmic beating of Jared’s heart, his head slowly rising up and down with Jared’s even breaths. He didn’t know how much time had passed, but Jensen was startled awake by a low cough. He lifted his head, and his eyes met Jared’s, the younger man trying his best to suppress his cough as to not wake his lover.
“Jay, let it out...” Jensen whispered, aware of the fact that it was late.
Jared let out a whooping cough, only able to speak once it had settled down, “Didn’t wanna wake you...” he mumbled, “What happened?” he asked.
“You’re sick, pneumonia. You passed out against your door, and we couldn’t get into the trailer. We had to knock in a window just to get you, but you’ll be right with some rest and meds” Jensen sighed, scrubbing his hand over his face, trying to wake up.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, his hand coming up and cupping Jensen’s face, pulling the older man down and kissing his forehead. “You look done in, sleep some more,” Jared said*, returning Jensen’s head to his chest, knowing that his back would hate him in the morning but that Jensen would not be able to sleep if he wasn’t nearby.
Jensen tried to protest, “Jay, you shouldn’t be looking after me, you’re the one that’s sick, let me take care of you,” he replied, trying not to let Jared push him down. He ran his fingers through Jared’s hair, leaning down and placing a gentle kiss to Jared’s dry lips, “you need your rest,” he said moving to sit back, away from Jared.
“I won’t be able to rest without you,” Jared commented, “come here,” he added, finally succeeding in drawing Jensen in close, “you know I can’t help but worry about you,” Jared said around a yawn, “just want you close with me…”
Jensen slowly started to drift off to sleep, the last thing on his mind being that he would watch over Jared more carefully from then on; he promised himself that he wouldn’t let Jared get this bad ever again if he could help it. In the morning, they’ll deal with everything: shooting and medications, doctors’ appointments and the execs, but for now, they had each other. Everything was okay, and that’s all they needed.
“Love you, Jay…” He mumbled around a yawn, pushing his head further on Jared’s chest, absorbing the warmth of the other body, reminding himself that Jared was okay.
-End.
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Pairing: J2
Rating: G
Word Count: ~2,800
Beta: billysgirl5
Summary: Jared's sick. Jensen didn't realise. It all goes from bad to worse when Jensen can't get to Jared to help him.
A/N: Written for this prompt here by fanofsuper :
The boys are on set & Jared is ill. They think he has the flu. Jensen goes to Jared's trailer to get him but he can get in because Jared has collapsed behind the door & is blocking it. Jensen is taking to him through the door. 2 crew guys walk by & joke with Jensen about them having a lover's spat. When Jensen tells them what's wrong, they climb in a window of the trailer & get Jared away from the door so Jensen can get in. It takes 2 of them to even hold Jared up.
Jared woke up and simply groaned. His head was throbbing, feeling as if his brain was pressing against his skull, his nose was completely congested and he could barely pull in any air, even his eyes were hurting him. He turned over onto his stomach and buried his head into his pillow, wishing he could just fall back asleep for the rest of the week.
“Jay? Come on, we have to get going, man,” Jensen whispered directly into Jared’s ear, his fingers pushing the stray hair behind the younger man’s ears.
Jared turned his face away from Jensen, knowing that he would be dressed solely in a towel, skin still wet from the shower. Which was just cruel in the condition Jared was in. Jensen chuckled, swatting at Jared’s head before leaving him in favor of getting dressed. Jared sighed, heaving himself up with shaky arms before planting his feet firmly on the floor, his toes digging into the carpet before he stood up.
Jared took a deep breath in and waited for the room to stop spinning before he headed for the shower. He quickly washed up, not having the time or energy for a nice, long shower and patted himself dry once he was done. He stood in front of the mirror staring at himself for a minute; he looked like shit, and he knew it. Opening the medicine cabinet, Jared searched for the cold medicine and dry-swallowed two DayQuil capsules before returning to his bedroom to get ready.
“You alright there, Jay?” Jensen asked when Jared reemerged from the bathroom, a thick cloud of steam following in his wake.
“Yeah,” he croaked, coughing slightly to clear his throat, “I’m fine, Jen, just tired. Someone kept me up for most of the night last night,” Jared joked, coming up behind Jensen and wrapping his arm around Jensen’s shoulders, his chest pressed tight to Jensen’s back and his lips brushing around his ear.
“Stop it,” Jensen groaned, “We don’t have time for that now, but tonight…” Jensen promised, placing a swift kiss to Jared’s lips before breaking away from his boyfriend’s hold.
Jared tried to stay upright, suppressing a small cough that was tickling at the back of his throat. With a sigh, Jared got himself dressed and ready for a long day, willing the hours to pass by quickly so he could come back home and sleep curled around Jensen again.
The car trip into the lot was silent, Jared trying to breathe and push through his pounding headache while going over his lines. Jensen sat next to him, reading through his own lines and shooting Jared looks of concern every now and again. Once at the studio, they were immediately whisked away to wardrobe and make-up, the PAs saying something about running behind schedule.
Jared was worked continuously for the next six hours doing stunts and running around, saying his lines over and over again until his throat was dry and his tongue felt too big for his mouth, all while Jensen was holed up rerecording some audio from yesterday’s shoot. When they finally called for lunch, Jared practically crumbled from exhaustion. He didn’t know how much more he could take; his headache hadn’t receded any, and all he wanted to do was curl up into a tiny ball and sleep. After taking a moment to regroup, Jared decided to head straight to his trailer for a few extra minutes of rest, knowing Jensen would come get him and, most likely, bring food.
The walk back to his trailer seemed to take longer than Jared remembered. He stumbled through his door, leaning back against it and to shut it. He licked away the cold sweat from the top of his lip, his breathing labored as he tried to find the energy to move towards his bed. Jared wanted to move, but he couldn’t. He banged his head back against the hard wood and gave up, letting his legs crumbled underneath him, unable to get back up.
He must have blacked out at some point, because the next thing he knows, someone’s standing on the other side of the door banging against it.
“Jared!” Jensen’s gruff voice called through the door, a hint of worry lacing his voice.
Jared tried to stand, but his limbs felt like lead weights. He groaned in response to Jensen’s calls, throat too sore to say anything else. Something was really wrong.
“Jay? Come on, dude, let me in!” Jensen tried again, pushing against the door but finding it stuck. “Jay, please! What’s wrong? Did something happen?” Jensen continued to beg, his palm and ear resting against the door, trying to hear what was going inside.
“J’s’n...” Jared groaned, his eyes falling shut against the harsh light.
Jensen knocked hard again, calling out louder and louder each time. Giving up, he stood back from the door, raising his leg and readying himself to kick at the door when two voices distracted him.
“What’s wrong, Jenny? Having boy trouble?” Craig, one of the older crew members, joked, laughing and nudging at his companion.
“Did you guys have some kind of lover’s spat? Use the last of his shampoo or something?” George from the sound department added, all in good humor.
“Stop being dicks and help me out here!” Jensen called back, ignoring the gibes for the moment.
The two men made their way over to Jensen quickly, a look of concern replacing their smiles, “What’s wrong?” Craig asked, placing his hand on Jensen’s shoulder trying to calm the other man down.
“It’s Jared. I can’t get in, and he isn’t answering me back...” Jensen started.
“Maybe he just needs some time to himself or something?” George asked.
“No! He didn’t come to lunch! He’d never skip out on that,” Jensen rebutted. He knew Jared, knew him better than anyone else, and the only time Jared didn’t eat was if he was seriously ill. The apocalypse could really be happening, and Jared would still be hungry.
Craig tested the door, pushing against it as Jensen tried to talk to Jared, “Jay?” he called out again. “Where are you?” Jensen asked, finally realizing something. “We have to do something...” he mumbled.
“The door’s probably just stuck...” George commented.
“No, Jared’s blocking it,” he said looking at the two of them, realizing that it was most likely Jared’s body that was blocking the door, “Jay, just say something, groan or whatever, if you’re at the door...” Jensen asked, pressing his face back up against the trailer door, waiting for something.
The words sounded hazy in his head, but he knew Jensen was asking him something. Jared opened his mouth and tried to give some sort of response, “tired… can’t… can’t move… sick,” Jared mumbled, the words rough and coming out more like a groan. Jensen heard the moan and took it as confirmation. He stood back for a moment, thinking about what to do next.
“We have to get in there...” Jensen said, the two crew members looking increasingly worried.
“The window!” Craig suggests, “Jensen, you stay here and keep talking to him, get him to cover his eyes if you can. George, go call the medic!” Craig orders, rushing down the stairs and getting some things together to break and get through the window.
Jensen agrees, immediately crouching down to where he assumes Jared is and tries to explain what’s going on, “Jay, man, listen to me. We’re coming to get you, okay? You’ll be fine. Craig is here, and he’s going to smash through the window, okay? What I need you to do is just cover your face, okay?” he says all in one breath, hoping Jared is listening to him.
Jared relaxes at the sound of Jensen’s voice. He’s sure he’s being told something important, but he can’t make himself focus on the words. His head turns to the side, cheek pressed to the door, listening to Jensen speak as his world fades to black once more.
“You ready, Jensen?” Craig calls, just as he sees George return with the medic in tow.
“Just do it!” Jensen replies, continuing his stream of comforting words.
Craig was standing on a chair, hammer from his tool belt in hand, waiting for permission to strike at the glass. Nodding his head once, he raised the hammer and knocked it through the window, glass shattering and flying everywhere. Craig threw his jacket over the window sill and climbed through. The sight before the crew member’s eyes was one he wouldn’t soon forget.
Jared lay unconscious with only the door holding him upright, his legs bent out in front of him and his arms lax by his side. His skin was a clammy and pale color, hair damp and breathing obviously labored. It was obvious that Jared wasn’t well but with what was still yet to be determined.
Craig rushed towards Jared’s prone form, checking his pulse and temperature, “I got him, Jense! He doesn’t look good, but I got him!” He shouted, “Jared? Man, hey, wake up,” Craig tried. “He ain’t waking up. I’ll move him away from the door, so you can get in!” he called through to Jensen again.
Craig heard the curse through the door. He wrapped Jared’s lax arms around his shoulders and wrapped his own around Jared’s waist before pulling the younger man away from the door. He managed to move Jared slightly before the weight toppled over him causing Jared to collapse over him. Not even a second later, the door swung open, slamming against the wall from the force.
“Jared? Jay?” Jensen was frantic, eyes scanning the trailer rapidly until they landed on Jared. “Shit, Jared?” Jensen crouched down over Jared, not caring about the small pieces of glass that littered the floor, pulling his lover off of Craig and cradling him in his arms.
Jensen tried to rouse Jared, patting his cheek gently, his fingers smearing some of the blood that was forming around the numerous small cuts that littered Jared’s face from the glass. He mumbled over and over again how Jared just had to wake up, how he had to be okay or he wouldn’t forgive himself. He didn’t realize it, but tears were running down his face freely, scared beyond all reason for Jared’s wellbeing.
The medic followed Jensen in, his case with all his supplies in hand, and assessed the situation immediately. He checked Jared’s pulse, blood pressure, temperature and airway, “He needs a hospital, right away. He’s got a fever, and his breathing is extremely labored” he said once he was done.
Jensen nodded, “Can someone bring the car around? I’ll take him,” Jensen said, leaving no room for argument, his eyes never leaving Jared’s face.
Precious minutes ticked by as they waited for the car. As soon as it arrived, Jensen tried to lift Jared, but the younger man was a dead weight. “I need a little bit of help here!” Jensen huffed.
Craig immediately came to Jensen’s aid, both men wrapping one of Jared’s arms around their shoulders and lifting him together. It took some effort, but eventually, they managed to get Jared into the car, the younger man coming in and out of consciousness as he was being moved around.
Clif was sitting in the driver’s seat, allowing Jensen to continue holding Jared in the back while they sped towards the hospital. Jensen was wrapped around Jared, supporting the younger man’s weight, his head was bent low, lips brushing against Jared’s clammy skin as he prayed that everything would be okay, chiding himself, at the same time, for not realizing that something was wrong sooner.
The doctor saw them almost immediately. Dr. Walsh was an older man with graying hair and a wiry smile, but he instantly put Jensen to ease with his professionalism and bedside manner. Samples of Jared’s blood were taken, and he was then sent for a chest x-ray, the doctors fairly certain that a cold, plus exhaustion, had developed into pneumonia. It didn’t take long for the results to come back, Jared resting in the too small bed as the doctor explained to Jensen what was going on.
“It seems that Jared had a chest infection and that, coupled with being over worked, has lead to pneumonia. The fever should break once we get him on a course of antibiotics, and depending on how he is, hopefully within a few days he should be right to go home. You’ll have to make sure he rests and gets plenty of sleep, as well as completing the entire course of antibiotics once he’s out of here, but everything should be fine” he said, a kind smile on his face the entire time.
“So he’ll be okay?” Jensen asked, gnawing at his bottom lip.
“He’ll be fine,” Dr. Walsh agreed.
“How did I not see this? Was there anything I could have done to prevent it from getting this bad?” Jensen asked. Jared seemed to have been fine, maybe a little more tired than normal, but they had been working hard the past few weeks. Jensen had just thought it was nothing more than lack of sleep. He never would have thought that it was so serious.
“Most likely he was just taking something to cover up the symptoms that masked the seriousness of his condition. I’m sure not even Mr. Padalecki realized how bad it was,” the doctor explained, “so, if there’s nothing else, I’ll leave you two alone. Have a nurse page me if you have any other questions or concerns,” he said before leaving the room.
Jensen nodded absently, not paying mind to the doctor’s departure, his hand coming up and clutching at Jared’s hand. He brought the hand up to his lips and gently kissed each knuckle before moving closer and placing his lips against Jared’s own. The adrenaline that had been running through his body was now gone, and he was left feeling completely drained. He shakily lowered himself down onto the hard plastic chair by Jared’s head and ran his fingers through his lover’s hair.
“You scared the hell out of me today, Jared... the least you could do is wake up already,” Jensen mumbled, knowing Jared wouldn’t wake due to the exhaustion.
Jensen closed his eyes, resting his head against Jared’s broad chest, listening to the rhythmic beating of Jared’s heart, his head slowly rising up and down with Jared’s even breaths. He didn’t know how much time had passed, but Jensen was startled awake by a low cough. He lifted his head, and his eyes met Jared’s, the younger man trying his best to suppress his cough as to not wake his lover.
“Jay, let it out...” Jensen whispered, aware of the fact that it was late.
Jared let out a whooping cough, only able to speak once it had settled down, “Didn’t wanna wake you...” he mumbled, “What happened?” he asked.
“You’re sick, pneumonia. You passed out against your door, and we couldn’t get into the trailer. We had to knock in a window just to get you, but you’ll be right with some rest and meds” Jensen sighed, scrubbing his hand over his face, trying to wake up.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, his hand coming up and cupping Jensen’s face, pulling the older man down and kissing his forehead. “You look done in, sleep some more,” Jared said*, returning Jensen’s head to his chest, knowing that his back would hate him in the morning but that Jensen would not be able to sleep if he wasn’t nearby.
Jensen tried to protest, “Jay, you shouldn’t be looking after me, you’re the one that’s sick, let me take care of you,” he replied, trying not to let Jared push him down. He ran his fingers through Jared’s hair, leaning down and placing a gentle kiss to Jared’s dry lips, “you need your rest,” he said moving to sit back, away from Jared.
“I won’t be able to rest without you,” Jared commented, “come here,” he added, finally succeeding in drawing Jensen in close, “you know I can’t help but worry about you,” Jared said around a yawn, “just want you close with me…”
Jensen slowly started to drift off to sleep, the last thing on his mind being that he would watch over Jared more carefully from then on; he promised himself that he wouldn’t let Jared get this bad ever again if he could help it. In the morning, they’ll deal with everything: shooting and medications, doctors’ appointments and the execs, but for now, they had each other. Everything was okay, and that’s all they needed.
“Love you, Jay…” He mumbled around a yawn, pushing his head further on Jared’s chest, absorbing the warmth of the other body, reminding himself that Jared was okay.
-End.
Hope you enjoyed it!! Lemme know what you think!! :D
xxx