"How are you feeling?", Dream asked, when he walked into the room with a bowl of soup. George coughed, as he tried to answer. "Pretty ill", George then said, "My throat hurts and I have a headache."

"Should I get you an ibuprofen?", Dream asked, standing in the doorframe a bit helpless with the bowl in his hands.

George shook his head. "No, I just took one like two hours ago", he replied, coughed again, this time harder.

Dream closed the door behind himself and walked up to George, sat down on the edge of the bed. "You'll get sick too, idiot", George said, turning away from Dream.

"And you're gonna pour this all over yourself when you start coughing again. So just take my help and open your mouth before it gets cold.", Dream said and George sighed, turned back to him and opened his mouth.

Carefully Dream maneuvered the full spoon over to George.

George swallowed, wrapped himself tighter in his blanket and shivered. Dream lifted one hand to the brunettes forehead. "You're fever is getting worse, you're way hotter than this morning" "I know I'm hot, you don't need to tell me", George said with a smile and Dream chuckled. "You know what I mean"

He filled another spoon with the soup, held it up to George. "We'll go to the doctors, if it gets worse.", Dream mumbled and George rolled his eyes. "I won't die from a cold. What's the doc gonna do? Give me a prescription for ibuprofen? Or those eucalyptus capsules? We already have them here", he said, before he leaned towards the next full spoon.

"I'm just worried, that it might be something serious.", Dream replied, "I wouldn't forgive myself if it was something serious and I didn't do anything to help you."

"Dream. It's a cold, nothing more."

"That doesn't make me worry less", Dream said, "You're in the US for like a month and you're already sick, I feel like that's my fault."

"Why should it be your fault?" "Because I got you to move here", Dream mumbled, knowing himself how dumb that reason sounded, "If I didn't, you would've been sick now"

The way Dream looked down at the bowl, reminded George of a dog that just realized his did something bad and now felt guilty.

"I'm rather sick and here with you, instead of healthy and alone in the UK", George said and Dream looked up at him with a slight smile. "I'll still take you to doctor if your fever doesn't get better", Dream replied and George sighed. "Fine"

In the evening George got way worse. Fever only going up, even less energy and he told Dream he felt nauseous too now.

Dream had never called a doctor faster.

"Hi, can you send over a doctor?", was the first thing George heard leave Dreams mouth, "I know it costs more, it's fine. My friend is sick and his condition got worse very quickly. So if you could be here in the next like hour, that would be great"

George saw Dream walk back and forth nervously, picking on his fingernails, as he gave them the address. "Yeah, thank you so much", Dream said and soon after the call ended. "We could've gone there too", George said, coughing right after, eyes red and teary.

"George, let's be honest, you couldn't have."

George crossed his arms, knowing fully well that Dream was right with how weak he felt and how nauseous he got when he was trying to stand up.

Dream sat down on the edge of the bed, reached for Georges hand. "I'm sorry"

"Dream, it's not your fault that my immune system is shit."

George squeezed Dreams hand, could feel the stress radiating off of him.

"Don't make a big deal out of this, I'm sick and that's that", George said, coughing again and Dream looked at him and replied: "I make a big deal out of it, cause you're a really big deal to me"

"What do you mean?", George asked and Dream inhaled, looked away and when he was just about to reply the bell rang.

"I'll be right back."

He came back, two minutes later, with the doctor. "So, you're George?" "Yeah", he coughed, "That's me"

"That's a pretty dry cough.", he man said, before he started the rest of his examination. When he was done, he sighed. "It's the flu. It'll last for about five to seven days. I'll write you a prescription for some medications, just take one pill per day, that should make you feel a little better. Against the pain from coughing and the headache you can take ibuprofen every seven hours, but still try to take it as little as you need."

George cleared his throat, nodded. "Thank you." "No problem, get well soon", the doc said, while standing up.

Dream brought him to the front door, took the prescription and went back to George.

"I'm going to the pharmacy real quick", he said and was about to rush out the room again, when George told him to wait and tried standing up, but stopped cause his head started spinning.

"Don't do that", Dream said, hectically walking towards him, but George had already stood up fully now.

His knees were weak, but he was standing and he wouldn't let Dream leave now.

Not after what sounded like a love confession.

"You'll answer my question now, what did you mean with, I'm a big deal to you?", George said and Dream tried to change the topic. "George you should sit down, I'll get you a new bottle of water you're getting very pale."

"Do you love me?", George asked and Dream stopped in his tries to get George to sit down. His face blushed a deep red, that made his freckles stand out.

"Was you saying, that I'm a big deal to you, a love confession? Yes or no?", George asked loudly, before he started shivering again.

Dream quickly wrapped a blanket around him, blushing deep red. "Sit down" "Dream, yes or no?"

"I want you to sit down, please"

And then George kissed him. Held his face in his hands, gently kissed him and after the first initial shock, Dream rushed into the kiss, leaning into George more holding him as close as you could.

"Yes or no?", George asked again and Dream quickly said: "Yes, yes I love you", before kissing him again, desperately.

George felt Dreams arms wrap around his waist, got on his tippy toes and threaded his fingers through the messy blond hair.

All when suddenly they heard: "I'm not gonna take care of you, when you're both sick", from Sapnap who walked by with a bag of Cheetos in his hand.

"Didn't expect it", Dream said and George chuckled, coughed right after. "Close the door", George added and Sapnap made a tortured face. "No, god I don't wanna hear that. I'll move in with Karl, I swear to god."

Dream took a pillow and threw it at Sapnap, how ran off with his Cheetos.

"Where were we?" "At the part where you confessed that Twitter was right"

"Well, you- you love me too, don't you?", Dream asked, a little unsure all of the sudden and George nodded, blush around nose. "Yeah, yeah I do."

Dream smiled, just the way George had fallen in love with when he first saw him on the airport. "Okay", he whispered and George replied with a soft: "Okay"

"Can I kiss you again? Please?", Dream asked and Georges face lit up and he nodded. Dream leaned down again, hands gently coming up to hold the brunettes face.

"I was scares you might want me to leave you alone and that you'd move out again", Dream confessed, "If I knew you liked me too, I would've kissed you right at the airport"

"You have a lot of kisses to catch up on", George said and Dream chuckled. "Yeah, I guess."

And he did try and catch up, but that also caused him, to lay next to George, shivering and coughing on the next day.

"Worth it", he said, before he pulled the blanket tighter around himself, head on Georges chest.