bakerstreet | sick day meme

It hadn't been easy, for sure, but he wasn't going to tell his brother that. He didn't want Gilbert to worry while he was ill. He had to lie in the end and say that his brother could be contagious and even if he never got sick, he could carry whatever stomach bug Gilbert had to work with him and give it to the entire shop.

He entered the bedroom which smelt like sick person. He quickly sat the tray down on the bedside table and opened the window to let fresh air in, but carefully keeping the blinds shut, so as not to bother Gilbert's eyes with the light. Once that is done he walks over and feels Gilbert's head. "You still don't have a fever."

He frowns, he can't deny his brother is ill, but why wasn't his body fighting it properly. That was the truly worrying thing. What if something was killing his brother?! He had considered taking Gilbert to the emergency room, but since he had a doctor's appointment tomorrow, he wouldn't. Unless, Gilbert got worse during the night.

"Do you feel like you can try swallowing some broth?" he sits on the edge of the bed.

He leans quietly against his brother's hand, taking some comfort in the touch. Perhapss once he feels better, he'll tell his brother all about his plan. Ludwig would be a good father, he's certain of that. He's so protective and caring! It's just stupid that he has to jump through hoops so Lutz can be a dad... Oh. Wait, speaking of Lutz, his brother is talking to him. "Yeah? I am kinda hungry..."

Gilbert shifts closer to lean against his brother's side. Even if it's all in his head, he can't deny that being close to Ludwig and knowing he's safe and being taken care of doesn't help a little. It at least makes the situation more bearable. Really, he has the best Alpha.

Maybe he can convince Ludwig to get him some more pillows once he finishes that broth. For whatever reason, Gil can't help but think his bed is awfully bare, even though he usually prefers to have just the one pillow, a blanket, and then an extra blanket in the winter.

He lets his brother lean against him, he's glad Gilbert is feeling well enough to move, even if it's just a little. He presses a kiss to Gilbert's forehead before taking the bowl of broth in his hands. "I have some Pepto, too, if you want to try to calm your stomach."

He would do anything for his brother right now. If his brother wanted more pillows, he'd go get every pillow in the house and go to Walmart if he needs more.

Right now though, he's ready to spoon feed the broth to Gilbert.

"Ugh, no. Just the broth is fine." He glares at the offendingly pink bottle and tries to not think too hard about the weird taste or chalky texture. "You gonna make airplane noises?" Gilbert teases Ludwig when he sees the spoon in his brother's hand. Ordinarily, he'd snap about being able to feed himself, so it should be a sign of how sick he feels that he's not even going to make a token protest. In truth, Gil feels like he could eat on his own, but he just wants to be spoiled a bit.

"If I keep this down can I have some beer?" He misses beer. So much. And it's only been a week since he last had one.

"Not until after the doctor tells you it's okay," he says. "You need to stay hydrated and alcohol dehydrates." Okay, so there are some things he won'd do for his brother, and making his brother sicker is one of them.

As for airplane noises, he doesn't think his brother needs them, but if he has to, he will make the noises. He lifts the first spoonful up and towards Gilbert's lips with a steady hand.

He opens his mouth readily, because he honestly doesn't need the noises. For the next few minutes, he's quiet, only opening his mouth when it's time for the next spoonful of broth. Until his stomach tenses a bit at the thought of swallowing another drop, and then he turns his head. "Ah, that's enough for now." Inwardly, he's begging his stomach to let the broth stay, since it had been doing so well.

Gilbert reaches for the glass of water, trying to lean across Ludwig without squishing his own abdomen too much or upsetting the bowl. "Hey, Luddy?"

He is surprised how much Gilbert managed to get down. He'll save the rest of the broth for later.

"Yes, brother?" he carefully moves the bowl away from his lap because, even if the broth has cooled, he doesn't need it in his lap. Though, laughter is supposidely the best medicine, and he'd bet Gilbert would laugh at his brother covered in broth.

"Do we have any more pillows? I want some. And maybe another blanket..." Come to think of it, this bed is too high off the ground. Perhaps after he feels better he can move his mattress to the floor. He's not stupid; he knows Ludwig would never agree to rearranging his bed entirely right now. But surely he can get a little more bedding material...

And so long as none of the broth got on his sheets, Gilbert would find it hilarious. He takes tiny sips of water as he waits for his brother's answer.

"I'll bring out the winter blankets and see what I can do for pillows," he said. It was strange since he knew his brother's preference for one pillow, but if he thought it would help, he would bring pillows in by the truckload.

He moved to get up, setting the pepto on the bedside table and the broth on the tray. "I'll be back soon, try to rest."

Oh, wonderful! He has the absolute best mate. Even though he's supposed to be resting, as soon as Ludwig is out of the room he's trying to make his pillow a bit fluffier. Then he's unfolding his extra blanket, to scrunch it up into a cushiony type shape by the headboard. Since he can't do anything else, then, until Ludwig gets back, he curls up against his pillow and extra blanket and tugs his main blanket up aroud him.

He is surprised when he comes back, about fifteen minutes later, carrying all the pillows from the couch as well as the extra winter blankets. He expected to see his brother asleep, not cuddling his blankets and pillow.

"Brother?"

The sight of all that bedding makes him perk right the fuck up. Apparently managing to eat and not throw up has provided Gilbert with enough energy to sit up and make grabby hands at the pillows. "Gimme!" Come on Ludwig, hurry up! He knows exactly where that really poofy pillow needs to go, and it needs to be there yesterday.

He is really unsure about Gilbert's reaction, but he offers the pillows and makes a note to ask the doctor about this sudden behavior shift. It could be the sign of a virus attacking the brain. But for now, he would give in to Gilbert's odd form of insanity and let him have every pillow possible.

Whatever it is, it has led to a very peculiar form of insanity, definitely, although Gilbert is utterly unconcerned. Right now, he's just happy to have food in him and the energy to do more than lie there suffering, and he now has construction materials. This will be the most well-engineered nest the world has ever seen by the time he's done! Already he's pushing his pillow and blankets out of the way so he can tuck the foofy couch pillow against the headboard. Then he uses his pillow and the other two off the couch to build up the foundation of a wall, which is then secured by tucking a winter blanket around it. The other blankets are carefully folded and tucked until he has a nice, cozy L shape built up; the base of the L at the head of the bed and the vertical going down the side opposite the door. It is only then that he takes the last two blankets -the ones originally on his bed- and settles back down with his back against his 'wall'. The heavier blanket he just cuddles, but the lighter one he wraps around himself.

...Is Ludwig still there?

He watches, astounded, as Gilbert makes a nest. Soon his mind is adding two and two, which is equally four, but he's not sure how.

"Brother, was there something wrong with your last batch of suppressants?" he asks hesitantly. The last time he questioned Gilbert on his suppressants he had gone out a window, he didn't want to go out a window again.

"Hmm? No? I mean, my endocrinologist said that my hormone levels were actually better than he expected!" Gil looks positively proud of that! Honesty, Ludwig, what a silly question. Why would there be anything wrong with his suppressants. So far they're working exactly as he'd hoped, because Lutz hasn't suspected a thing until now.

He wonders what better means. "I don't mean to imply anything, but your symptoms are adding up to something that shouldn't be possible with your suppressants being well."

Illness that involves vomiting, but no fever, able to sleep during the nights, but still tired, and nest building, for that's the only term he could use to describe Gilbert's pillow fort.

"Kesesese! Don't be ridiculous!" He hasn't reached the same conclusion his brother has, if only because he doesn't quite realise the urge to be secure and comfortable is a symptom, not just a natural response to being sick. "We changed things about a month and a half ago, so they've been keeping a real close eye on my levels so I don't get sick from the different hormone levels." See, Ludwig, he knows what he's talking about!

He decides it's better not to bring up the other option, that of a terrible disease. He takes a moment before crawling into the nest with Gilbert, partly as a test, and partly because he wants to reassure himself that his brother doesn't have some terrible life changing illness.

"When is your doctor's appointment, tomorrow?" he pets Gilbert's head making sure there really is no fever while trying to provide some comfort.

Part of him wants to kick Ludwig out, but for the most part he feels cozy and comfortable, so if Ludwig wants to cuddle then why not? "Yeah, at ten. Earliest they could get me in. Wouldn't've been able to, I don't think, except I know the doc was worrying I'd have an adverse reaction to switching to Nomecra from the Supraxol." He's feeling tired again already, having burned through what energy he gained from eating, so all of that is in a sleepy tone. However, Lutz should recognise the name of the new suppressant since it's been all over the news.

He was unaware that Gilbert had switched and wasn't Nomecra in clinical trials still? He needs more information. "When did you switch to Nomecra?" he wonders this as he relaxes briefly, since the new father panic hasn't kicked in yet.

"Mmmm, 'bout a month and a half ago come Friday..." He's snuggling against Ludwig's chest now, breathing deeply and evenly. The scent of his alpha is so calming. "Kinda surprised I got in the trial... wanted to surprise you... once things got to where they're s'posed to be..." Ah, good, Ludwig feels relaxed. Yes, surely now is a good time to start properly nodding off.

He doesn't want to get his hopes up, but its getting impossible not to. A month and a half, enough time for ovulation to occur and that was the point of Nomecra, to allow ovulation without changing the Omega's scent and causing a full heat. He hadn't thought Gilbert would go for it, but if this is true, then he was about to get the best gift anyone had ever given him.

He kissed Gilbert's forehead again and rested his hands on his brother's back. "I love you, Gilbert. Get some sleep," he whispered. When would the baby start kicking? Not for a long time, sure. Would it be a boy or a girl or would there be twins or triplets? Should he remodel the house now or wait? Where should the baby's room be? Could he convince Gilbert to give up having his own bedroom and move in fully with him? Should he even ask?

All these thoughts are going through his head, as he holds his brother, intent on keeping him safe from harm.

Gil responds with a quiet mumble, breathing already shifting into the easy pattern of sleep. It's obvious he's only napping, not sleeping deeply, as he fidgets and squirms a little, burrowing his head down and against Ludwig's chest. Soon enough, he'll be a tight little curl, stomach well protected. He looks quite content, but alas, it won't last.

About an hour later he can't scramble over Ludwig fast enough to get out of his nest before he throws up. He makes it to the trash can, at least.

He gets up and gently rubs Gil's back. At least an hour should have given that water and broth enough time to actually digest a bit. Once he is sure his brother is finished he will replace the trash bag.

"Are you sure you won't try the Pepto?"

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