Multiple sneezes followed by a cough wrung with internal pain rang through Jakey's underwater base. Pelagic snorted in the corner, but didn't move any closer to the sound coming from the bed, where his owner lied in agony. At least three blankets wrapped around him like a cocoon, his face turned to bury into his pillow.

His tired, red eyes blinked, trying to focus on the other two in the room. Easier said than done when all he could make out was a blue and black blur that was his brother, and a fuzzy white figure he could only assume was Bryan.

"You don't get a cold from the actual cold, you get it from bacteria," Mitch was saying. He poured some ingredient into the brewing stand, tapping one of the bottles as he did. "Someone else in camp must've brought it in."

"Would Marshie have some ambrosia? I think satyrs keep some around for when they guide campers here." Bryan leaned against the foot of the bed, the tip of one wing just grazing the top blanket spread over it. He kept glancing at Jakey's flushed out face, his own twisted in concern.

The underwater base had always felt colder than necessary, despite being settled near the warm beach of the camp. Water lapped up above them, the noise suffocated by the light pressure against the glass windows. Bryan's ears blocked up and he hoped Jakey was immune to the same treatment like Mitch

Mitch paused. He unhooked a now pink filled potion bottle and held it settled onto his palm. His fingers curled up to hold the glass carefully but firmly. "I don't know if I want to leave him here like this." He huffed out an amused breath. "Last time I did, he was literally on his deathbed and still came to find me."

Jakey let out a short laugh only to be cut off by a hard cough that made Bryan wince. "Go on and-" another gut-wrenching cough, "-see Marshie. You can get the ambrosia from her. And, I'm sure you miss her too."

Mitch's mouth twisted into wayward smile and hesitated for a second before turning to Bryan. He stared down his nose at him. "You got him?"

He got a soft smile and nose wrinkle in return. "Absolutely."

"I'll go get some potions for him then and the food. Shouldn't take me too long." He picked up the bag crumpled on the table and tossed it over his shoulder. He patted the end of the bed, giving his brother a grin, and then he was gone.

Bryan sat down on the bed, knees knocking together. A pang burning in his chest as his boyfriend had another sneezing fit. "How are you feeling, Jakey?" Dumb question, considering how awful he looked.

He drew in his shoulders causing the blanket to fall down to his collarbone. Shaking, he started to reach out to pull it back up but just dropped his arm back down, too exhausted to even hold it up. "Cold, unsurprisingly."

"I guess the cold does bother you anyway?"

Jakey chuckled and sneezed simultaneously. "I-I guess my Elsa powers don't affect s-sick cold," he said, shaking his head as if that would knock the sickness out of him.

Bryan pursed his lips, thinking. They agreed to take it slow and the last thing he wanted to do was overstep his boundaries. But the next to last thing he wanted to do was just sit there and do nothing while waiting for Mitch to come back.

"Do you...want a hug?" He tapped his fingers against his palms.

Jakey squinted his eyes against the faint light. "A hug?"

"Yeah, to warm you up. Before you suddenly get hot and want the cold air again."

"Uh, yeah. Sure."

He climbed in next to him and Jakey near immediately shuffled over, gravitated to the warmth, and laid his head on Bryan's chest. He wrapped his arms around Jakey's shivering form, then folded his wings over him. The wingspan was long enough to block out the light coming from the overhead lights. He briefly worried the feathers would just make him sneeze more, but the ice boy just sighed with content, closing his eyes in the new darkness.

Mitch came back minutes later, a smile on his face and a bag full of satyr supplies. "Jakey, I'm back. See if you can-" He stopped at the top of the steps and drooped his shoulders in relief seeing the two fast asleep.