#sick billy

Blood oozed from the wound as he pressed his fingers harder against his side, his legs sliding out from under him, and Billy dropped to the snowy ground, harshly. His back leaning against the chained fence, and he groaned as he glanced down, prying his fingers from the blood-soaked Superman shirt Freddy had lent him earlier. Crimson seeped through the cotton shirt, stained against the dirty blue material, running down his pants, mixing with the white ice under him.

           “Holy shit,” He winced, pressing his hand back over the wound tightly, hoping the bleeding would stop. Would disappear. And the pain etched in his side from the metal that used to be there just an hour ago, would vanish.  

           Shazam had gotten hurt. Or, well, he had. It depended on who you asked. But right now, that whole argument didn’t matter much because the wound wasn’t healing properly. And Billy had been stupid. He’d been so fucking stupid...

why hullo anon yes - billy has missed school the last few days. when steve starts to get worried, he asks max what’s going on. she tells him billy’s got a bad cold.

“really,” she says, “he’s up half the night coughing and sneezing.”

steve comes home on thursday to find his window wedged open and billy curled up underneath the covers of his bed. his nose must be all stuffed up because he’s breathing out of his mouth and steve’s never seen him sleep with his mouth wide open like that. 

billy blinks awake as steve approaches the bed. billy scooches back towards the middle of the bed to make room for steve to sit. his mouth quirks up when steve plops down next to him.

“missed you,” billy rasps out, his voice all scratchy. steve runs a gentle hand over the top of billy’s hair.

“you owe me a new pillowcase,” steve says. billy’s brow furrows in confusion, but when he follows steve’s eyes to large wet spot where billy was just resting his head, he shoots steve a glare.

“fuck off, harrington. i’m sick and i can’t breath. so sue me for drooling on your pill—” he ends his sentence with a coughing fit. when he finishes, steve rests his palm against billy’s forehead, feels the heat of it against his skin. 

“you’ve got a fever,” steve says.

“yeah, and? i’ve had one for the past two days,” billy snips at him.

“i’m getting you some medicine,” steve says, “after you take it, you should rest some more.” 

as steve goes to get up, billy grabs at his wrist. 

“stay,” he says. billy pulls steve down, pushes on his shoulders so that steve lays on the bed.

billy flips the covers back and oh, steve shouldn’t be surprised that billy was sleeping naked in his bed, but he is. billy climbs on top of him, his legs spread wide over the top of steve’s thighs. he unbuttons steve’s jeans and as he pulls the zipper down he sneezes four times in a row, the force of them rocking both of their bodies. 

billy’s nose starts running. 

“sexy,” steve jokes.

“shut up,” billy groans. he rolls off of steve’s hips, swipes at his nose with the back of his hand.

“god, use a tissue,” steve gripes. billy ignores him.

“maybe i should just -“ billy interrupts himself with another sneeze.

“rest up like i said?” steve concludes for him.

“you’re always right, harrington. aren’t ya?” billy grumbles.