May 7
CONCEAL - for Eli
Elian groaned as he opened his eyes, finally feeling a little less like death after being in bed for a week with the flu. He looked over and saw that Shane didn't look much better, asleep in a chair next to the bed, his head resting in Eli's lap. "Shane?" he asked quietly, stroking his fingers through his hair and frowning when he felt how hot he was. "Shane?" he asked again, more insistent this time and shaking his shoulder roughly, nothing. "Fuck," he stood and lifted the hockey player, still feeling weak, but knowing he needed to get his fever down and quick. He carried him into the shower and set him on the ground before turning on the cold water and letting it flow onto him. @hcllcnder