"George Weasley" wrote:Dave curled in on himself, drawing his knees into his chest. He shook and whimpered softly. He wasn’t sure how long Bro had been gone, or when he was coming back, all he knew was that he wasn’t there. He’d had a terrible nightmare, and now his head hurt and his stomach felt funny and he couldn’t see straight. He’d wandered over to Bro’s futon in the middle of the night, hoping to find comfort in his older brother, but he’d found the futon to be completely vacant. So he decided to sit there and wait for Bro to get home. Cal stared at him from the shelf, and Dave tried to avoid his gaze. He let out another soft whimper, ducking his head and resting it on his knees. He wasn’t sure how long he sat there waiting before he drifted off to sleep.
Bro came home a little later than he’d meant to. Sometimes he’d go shopping late at night when Dave had fallen asleep, so that the kid wouldn’t miss him. As soon as he entered the apartment, he noticed something was off. His eyes immediately locked on Dave. He dropped his groceries at the door and approached the small, quivering boy on the futon. He crouched in front of him, and the little boy looked up slightly. “Lil’ dude? Sup, man?”
He was answered by a soft whine, “Bro?”
“Hey, kid, what’s up? Why aren’t you in bed?”
“Bad dream,” he mumbled. “Feel weird.”
Bro reached out and pressed his hand to Dave’s forehead. He swore, pressing his hand to either of Dave’s cheeks. The kid was burning. “How long you been feeling like this?”
Dave shrugged limply.
(dave being miserable happens to be my weakness i am horrible ksdfjskf)
Bro scooped Dave up into his arms. Dave immediately pressed his face into his brother’s neck and gripped at his shirt with tiny balled fists. Bro set the kid down on the kitchen table and went about finding the thermometer, trying not to let on his panic. He knew how bad it was for little kids to run fevers, especially when they were all small and skinny, like Dave. Bro found the thermometer way in the back of the cupboard, and he brought it over. He placed it gently into Dave’s mouth, and told him to stay still and be quiet. The normally loud, obnoxious kid obliged without any fuss. Dang, he really must be sick.
(this is going really slowly bcause im lazy and unmotivated and im also a big gay butt)