okun:
God he was so cute. It was terrible. This was a crime. How could one man be so full of nerd? Amazing. “I think I’ll be fine.” But he didn’t want him to go. He didn’t feel like eating, and he would have much preferred keeping the cough in exchange for the company, but he didn’t want to keep Milt locked up with him forever.
“Love you too.” He snuck his fingers out of the blanket and scratched Milton’s beard just under his chin. The closeness was killing him, but he was leaking from every possible orifice, so kissing him wouldn’t be good. “Alright, hurry up so you can come back.”
@okun (Dr. Babe)
One last affectionate running of his fingers through Brack’s hair, and Milt was off on his Making the Love of His Life Less Miserable journey. The stop at the cafeteria would be last, that way the soup was as fresh as it could possibly be. Which meant that before it was poured into a small styrofoam bowl, it had only been sitting out for two hours rather than two hours and fifteen minutes.
He snagged the medicine pretty quickly, dipping in and out of the hospital’s pharmacy without so much as anyone questioning his presence. Payment wasn’t so much of a problem there. Especially if you were Head of Medicine. Especially if you were Head of Medicine and your not-so-secret-anymore secret boyfriend was sick. Once the soup was acquired, he hurried back to Brack’s room.
And was out of breath by the time he popped in. “Okay,” he said, panting. “First of all, I’m officially too old to be running around like this. Second of all-” he set the soup and medication down on the nightstand and plopped down on the side of the bed. “I kind of hope you’re too stuffed up to taste very well, because that soup smells like salt. And nothing else. Third of all-!” He’d been about to say ‘how awesome is your boyfriend,’ but suddenly he realized he’d forgotten something. “I didn’t grab a spoon.”
