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DOCTOR, DOCTOR

'Brian?...Brian?'
'Hmmm?'
'Are you up?'
'Didn't you get enough last night?'
'You can never get enough...but I meant, are you awake?'
'Oh. In that case, no. Now go back to sleep.'
'I don't feel so good.'
'Good for you. Wake me up when it becomes my problem.'
'Brian!'
'What?! It's not even 6, Justin!'
'Feel my head. I think I've got a fever.'
'It does feel warm.'
'And my throat hurts.'
'I know how to fix that.'
'How?'
'Don't talk and go to sleep.'
'Brian!'
'Aw! That hurt, you twat!'
'Well, you're not helping!'
'What the fuck do you want ME to do? I know absolutely nothing about taking care of sick people. When was the last time I got sick?'
'Can you get me a glass of water and some pills then?'

'All I see is Gus' baby stuff...'
'Check on the other side. I seperated our pills from his.'
'This aspirin is expired, Justin.'
'Are you sure? Is that all we have? I'm coming.'
'I think so. And stay there. I just can't see what the fuck I'm doing here.'
'Try putting on a light...old man.'
'What was that?'
'Nothing. The light, Brian...and watch out for the stools!'
'Will you shut up? I am not drunk...and even if I were, I think I know my loft better than- AW! Fuck!'
'What happened?'
'Ohhhh fuck...I think I broke something.'
'Did you fall? Don't get up. I'm coming.'
'I think I'll stay here on the floor for the rest of the night.'
'Sit up and hold my hand... Fuck, you're heavy...'
'What about you?'
'You stay in bed. I'll go look for something to take.'

'What the fuck's taking so long, Justin? Come back to bed.'
'I'm coming.'
'Are you feeling any better?'
'I just took the pills, Brian.'
'Well go to sleep and stop talking so much.'

'How do you feel?'
'Horrible. My head hurts. And my throat aches.'
'And your breath reeks.'
'Shut up. Leave me in peace to die.'
'Not here though. Dead bodies are supposed to smell filthy.'
'Ohhhh. Stop the pounding.'
'My poor Sunshine... Want me to kiss it all away?'
'Don't.'
'But I want to kiss you.'
'Leave me alone. You'll get sick if you kiss me.'
'Says who?'
'It's a fact.'
'You just don't want me to kiss you.'
'Shut up.'
'Open your mouth....hmmmmm.'
'Hmmmm... I feel better already. One more...now leave me alone.'
'Want some breakfast?'
'Go away.'
'Spoilt brat.'
'Old man.'

'Rise and shine, Sunshine.'
'Go away!'
'Deb sent over some soup. If you don't eat it all, I'm supposed to tell her.'
'You eat it.'
'I had something already. Get up Justin.'
'No. I'm not hungry.
'You are really beginning to annoy me. I am not about to waste my Saturday trying to get you to eat something.'
'OK! Just stop talking so loud.'
'Is this better?'
'Much.'
'Now get your grumpy ass in the shower.'
'Stop bossing me around!'
'But I'm so good at it.'

'It's hard to swallow.'
'Pretend it's my dick in your mouth.'
'Fuck! I think I spilled some. You and your stupid jokes.'
'Who was joking? Leave it. I'll clean it up later. Just keep eating.'
'What are you doing today?'
'Nothing. Why?'
'You aren't going to waste your Saturday babysitting me, are you?'
'Babysitting somehow seems the most appropriate word to use, doesn't it?'
'Shut up.'
'I have some work to do anyways... so I might as well stay in...and babysit.'
'You're kidding, right?'
'Don't you want me around?'
'You know I do.'
'So shut up and keep eating.'
'Be nice. I'm the sick one.'
'Milk it for what it's worth.'
'In that case, can we watch the Powerpuff girls?'

'Had a good nap?'
'Yea. I feel much better.'
'Good. Deb sent over some more soup. I'll heat it up.'
'Oh God. More soup?'
'Yea. It'll help you get your strenght back.'
'But I just said I feel better.'
'You lie. Now sit and watch some tv.'
'Grouch.'
'Spoilt brat.'

'Justin?'
'What's wrong?'
'I'm cold.'
'But you're already hogging all the blankets. Want me to get you another?'
'Hold me.'
'Move the blankets...Brian! You're burning up!'
'Just hold me. I'm freezing.'
'Ok. Lemme get something first.'
'No...where are you going?'
'Hang on.'

'What the fuck? Justin!'
'It's just a wet cloth, Brian.'
'Well stop it!'
'It'll help cool your fever.'
'You're trying to kill me!'
'The fever is going to your head it seems. Relax, baby.'
'Did you just call me baby?'
'Stop glaring at me. Now open your mouth and take these two pills.'
'My throat hurts.'
'Then shut up and go to sleep.'

'Good morning.'
'I feel like shit.'
'Mikey called-'
'I'm not here.'
'While you were sleeping. I told him you were sick. Deb sent over her soup.'
'Oh God.'
'So go take a shower...I'll heat it up.'
'You're enjoying this, aren't you?'
'That is a possibilty, yes.'
'I hate you.'
'I told you not to kiss me.'
'I really hate you.'
'I told you about that dreadful soup.'
'I really REALLY hate you.'
'But I love you, so go take your shower. I'll have your soup ready for you when you get out!'