Nothing Special (Nothing Special 1)

He fixed another pot of coffee and went into the living room. After checking in at work he decided to see what was so special about the video games that God loved so much.

Hmm. Grand Theft Auto, that sounds interesting.

Day had been playing for over an hour when he heard God begin to cough.

“Hey, sleeping beauty.” He sat on the side of the bed. He used the back of his hand to feel God’s forehead. No fever at all and hardly any sweat. Very good.

“You’ve been asleep for almost five hours. I’m sure you’re hungry by now. I kept the soup warm. Sit tight while I fix you some.” Day waited for God to nod his head before getting up.

Day got God’s food and some more warm tea. He was just getting ready to take the food back to the room when he heard the little boost phone buzz with an incoming message. He put the bowl down and pulled up the message. The text was simple.

I’ll be there tomorrow at three.

Day smiled. He was finally going to meet some of God’s family. He already began making a mental list of what he was going to ask the little brother.

He wanted to know if his partner was a brat growing up, did he have pimples, did he ever get caught sneaking out of the house, was he grounded a lot.

I want to know it all. Day took God his dinner.

God had slept a lot better last night. Now he was propped up against the headboard waiting on Jax to come take out the IV and catheter.

“You look a lot better, babe. How are you feeling?” Day asked, his body stretched across the foot of the bed. He had his head resting in his palm on his bent elbow. He watched God bring both hands up and wipe his face.

“I’m better. I want out of this bed, Leo,” God huffed.

“Uh. Nope. As soon as my brother gets here we’ll see,” Day said, trying hard to stifle a laugh at God’s irritation.

“I’m going to hurt you bad Leo, if you don’t let me out of this—” God couldn’t finish because his bitching caused a coughing fit.

Day jumped up and grabbed the washcloth. He rubbed God’s chest in soft circles as the coughing slowly subsided.

“Fuck.” God coughed. “Okay, maybe I’m not ready.”

Day looked at his man and shook his head. “Lie down and get some rest before Jax gets here.”

After Jax’s exam, he regretfully informed God that he was not cleared to go back to work. While he may not be contagious anymore, he would still be impaired as long as he was on the pain medication. Jax only stayed about twenty minutes. He gave God a couple prescription bottles of medicine and told him to call if he was needed.

Day walked his brother to the front door and told him he owed him tickets to the next Braves game. After Day fixed another cup of coffee for himself, he prepared a large bowl of homemade soup for God and went back to the bedroom. God was sleeping so peacefully that Day hated to wake him. He set the bowl on the nightstand and sat gently beside his partner. The nurse had cleaned him up again and he looked more like God. His skin was back to its normal color. His facial hair had grown out some, but it looked sexy. He stroked the side of God’s cheek with the back of his hand.

“Babe, wake up. I got your breakfast,” he said softly.

God slowly opened his eyes. “I’m tired, Leo.”

“I know. But eat just a little for me, okay. Then you can go back to sleep.” Day was already propping him up on the pillows so he could eat.

“What’s going on with the case?” God asked around a mouthful of noodles.

“Still doing surveillance on the locations, nothing major. Don’t worry; there’ll be plenty of asses to kick when you get back.” Day smirked. His smile quickly faded when God grabbed his chest during a hard cough. “Here, drink some tea.”

Day helped his friend sip the warm liquid.

“I think I can hold my own cup and spoon now, Leo,” God said with a slight smile.

Day blushed and handed over the cup. He watched him take a few careful sips.

“I need to get up and walk around.”

Day was already shaking his head no, but God ignored him and slowly began to swing his legs around to the side of the bed.

Stubborn man.

Day helped God sit up on the edge of the bed. God swayed a little in his arms. “Cash, is this really necessary? You just took some medicine. What if you fall?”

“Then catch me.” God winked.

“That’s not funny,” Day chided.

“Not trying to be. But I need to build up my strength and I have to pee.”