Suggested by: Dudashipper_12

Kevin's POV

I don't know how, but Moose's cold has quickly turned into the flu. He's much worse than yesterday. I'm so worried about him. His fever is out of control, his coughing basically sounds like an asthma attack, and his muscles ache so much that he cries. Today, I'm seriously considering taking Moose to the hospital.

"Kevyyy!" Moose called out.

I was in the kitchen making him something to eat.

"Coming, Moose!" I replied.

I stop what I was doing and go to my room where Moose was. Every time I see him, he looks more and more awful. He's so pale and sweaty, and his cheeks are flushed. I sit beside him and rub his chest.

"What do you need, baby?" I asked him.

"Everything...h-hurts. It's...i-it's...cold a-and...uhnnnnnn." Moose replied getting quite emotional.

I feel his forehead...oh God, he's burning up! He's never felt this warm before, I gotta find the thermometer. I search frantically for it all over the house. When I find it, I check Moose's temperature. I begin to full on panic when I see that my boyfriend had a fever of 103.7 degrees.

"Daaad!" I shouted running to my dad's room.

"Kevin, what's wrong?" my dad asked me.

"It's Moose, he....h-his fever is dangerously high, he needs to go to a hospital now!" I answered freaking out.

Dad helps me get Moose to the car, and drives us to the hospital. During the ride to the hospital, Moose snuggles into me.

"Everything is going to be okay, Moose." I whispered rubbing his head and kissing his forehead.

When we get to the hospital, Moose nearly passes out. While in the waiting room, my dad tries to get me to calm down.

"Moose is gonna be okay, son. These doctors will take good care of him." he told me.

"But I'm his boyfriend, I was supposed to take care of him and I couldn't even do that. And it's my fault he's sick, I made him sick. I'm a terrible boyfriend!" I ranted.

My dad hugs me and holds me until I calm down. Then he tells me that none of it was my fault and assures me that I am a great boyfriend to Moose. The nurse comes and takes us to Moose's hospital room. I immediately sit at Moose's bedside and hold his hand. The next day, he actually starts to get better and isn't completely out of it.

"I'm sorry I couldn't take care of you as well as you took care of me." I told him.

"It's okay, Kev. You tried your best, that's all that matters." Moose replied.

I kiss his cheek and hug his head.

"I love you." I said.

"I love you, too." Moose said.

After four days, Moose was all better and was released from the hospital.