#google says it is so ill go with that. i think imma grab some water. and brush my teeth n shit.

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A Sick Man's Words

Prompt 6

Warnings: Fever, being sick

Pairings: Logicality

Genre: Fluffy sick fic

Summary: When Patton says...a few things in his fevered state, Logan isn't sure he's in his right mind. But Patton insists.

Word Count: 1001

Notes: I don't know shit about fevers and you cannot make me Google

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Logan was not surprised that Patton had become sick; on the first day it'd snowed, they'd all gone out to 'play'. Or rather, the others messed around while Logan kept track of the time and occasionally exchanged a few words with the others.

Just because he was expecting it didn't make it any better.

Logan could've prepared all he wanted and still feel inexplicably upset at the sight of a red nosed, watery eyed Patton swaddled up in his Carebear sheets so only his pouting face stick out.

He sighed, sitting on the edge of Morality's bed.

"Patton."

"Looooooo, I'm colllllld." Patton whined.

"Patton," Logan repeated, ignoring how cute he looked with his brown bed head, "you're sick and probably have a fever. I would advise that you take all those blankets off..."

"M'kayyyy." Patton murmured, struggling out from where he was bundled in warm blankets-

Oh. He was in just pair of snowflake-decorated boxers.

Logan flushed red all the way down to his neck tie.

"Pat-Patton- I'm... I'm going to grab you some clothes." He stuttered, standing up and looking away as he adjusted his holiday themed tie. Patton gave a mumble of agreement, shivering and hugging himself despite the sweat clearly visible on his freckle littered skin.

Once the sick side was dressed in an oversized "Space Shake" t-shirt and some sweatpants, Logan grabbed a thermometer.

"Open." he commanded, putting the thin rod that he'd put the plastic covering on into his mouth and under his tongue. "103 point..." He trailed of and mumbled the rest mostly to himself, along with some comment about a fever and plenty of fluids. Logan threw away the covering and put the thermometer away.

"M'not the only one that's hot in here." Patton announced suddenly, giggling. Logan raised an eyebrow, not quite understanding the giggling side.

"I beg your pardon?" He asked. Morality simply giggled some more. Realization dawned on Logan and he blushed cherry red.

"O-Oh." He said softly as Patton laughed in response. Logan cleared his throat. "Ah, thank you."

"Think m'in love~" Patton drawled, flopping back onto his bed and trying to grab his blankets again.

"That's nice, Patton, but only one blanket. No comforters." Logan said absently, not quite truly paying attention to what the ill side was saying. "I'm going to get you some water, okay?"

"Kayyyyy." Logan ran a hand through his hair and left the room.

When he came back, Patton had made a burrito out of a soft, bright blue blanket.

"Comfortable?" Logan chuckled, sitting on the edge again. He hummed as Patton nodded. "I have a glass of water for you."

"Thank you, love." Patton giggled, taking the cup.  Logan blushed.

"What-?"

"Hey- hey, Looo?" Patton asked, ignoring Logan's confusion. Logan shook it off; surely it didn't really matter, it was just an offhand comment. And Patton used nicknames and pet names for the others as well. Although, it was always "kiddo" or "son" or something along those lines, never...never "love."

"Yes?"

"I love you." Patton said bluntly and casually, slurping his water and sitting back as Logan turned scarlet.

"Wha- I beg your pardon...?" Logan stuttered in confusion, furrowing his brows. Maybe he had heard him wrong.

"I love you." Patton repeated, staying as nonchalant as he was the first time. Logan stared at the sick side, flustered and bewildered.

"Pat-" Logan started, "Patton, I believe you aren't thinking correctly. You are sick and in a fevered state."

"Nu-uhhhhh!" Patton huffed, setting the glass of water down. Logan cocked an eyebrow, ignoring how his heartbeat sped up at the possibility that Patton was babbling nonsense as he often did when he was ill and he really did love him. Preposterous.

"Pat,"

"Logan! Listen to me, you handsome silly man!" Patton insisted, swaying from side to side as if going to pass out at any moment. Logan swallowed his slight concern over this.

"We- we have the mostly same face-" He commented, eyes tracing Patton's freckles. Due to his lack of clothes ealier today, Logan knew that the cocoa colored dots were scattered across every square inch of Patton's skin.

"Shhhhhh!" Patton hissed. "Lemme- lemme finish, Lolo." Logan reluctantly nodded, adjusting his green and red striped tie before slipping his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

"Alright. Fine. My apologies for interrupting."

"Okayyyyy." Patton giggled, then spoke a bit more seriously again. "I am totes in lovesss wit you, silly." Logan went to comment or argue but caught himself and just slowly nodded. "I swear m'not just saying it 'cause m'sick, I swear on my cat hoodie!"

"Truly?" Logan asked before he could stop himself. "Well, I mean...do you- do you truly have feelings for me, Patton?" Patton laughed, yawning afterwards.

"Duh! I've literally called you 'love', kissed your cheek, n' flirted with you ev'ry day!" He hummed tiredly. "Imma go to bed, m'kay cutie?"

"Oh- alright.." Logan said weakly as Morality curled up, cuddling a pillow as he started to drift off.

Well.

Logan sat down at the edge of the bed, processing the shocking and slightly terrifying new information.

Patton, the adorable and wonderful Morality, was in love. With him. With logic.

A soft noise from Patton caught Logan's attention again. His hand emerged from underneath a blanket, blindly feeling around until he grabbed Logan's colder hand. Patton relaxed once Logan gave his hand a gentle and comforting squeeze.

"Don't leave?" The soft murmur made Logan tense up slightly but he pushed his thoughts of the brand new revelations to the back of his brain. "Lo?"

"I'm here." Logan assured carefully, lifting Patton's hand and gently pressing a kiss to it. "I won't leave. I promise." The happy, sleepy smile he glimpsed afterwards wiped any fear from his thoughts. He'd ask Patton when he recovered from his sick state but at the moment, he would simply keep his promise. And...maybe fall asleep. And maybe cuddle. Well, he definitely got sick, that's for sure...