I'll Lay Ya Down, Lay Ya Down Safe

Eventually I carried him out to the living room, and laid him on the couch. I loved him dearly, and wanted to keep holding him, but my arms were tired. I made sure he wasn't cold to the point of shivering anymore, but I still covered him with five of my blankets, just in case. I sat down on the floor beside the couch, watching him, my eyes feeling heavy.
     I fell asleep, my head resting on the arm of the couch. Slight stirs from him made me come out of slumber a few times, but only enough to sense if he was up and moving or not, then I slipped right back into the peaceful darkness.
      I was woken up some time later by a loud groan from him. I jerked up to my feet in one fluid movement, ready for anything. He jerked a little, and I realized I must have startled him.
     "Sorry..." I croaked, sleep still making my throat feel tight, "I didn't mean to startle you, You were just very fussy last night, so I was afraid you might wake up and have one of those episodes." I yawned, and stretched, then saw him struggle slightly.
     I pulled three of the five blankets I had on him off, and smiled a little, "Better?" His voice was a faint whisper, almost inaudible, "yes..." It trailed off even as he said it, making me feel even more concerned for him. I felt his forehead, it seemed hot, but he obviously didn't have the chills. I sat on the edge of the couch, and grabbed a few tissues to wipe his nose with.
     "I guess I need to stay awake while you're in the shower from now on." I kissed his forehead gently and smiled softly, then cleaned up his nose. "I think you need to drink a lot of water, but we'll wait until you can sit up and such. You're probably just sleepy right now." I wasn't sure if I was being logical, or just trying to make myself feel better, either way I hoped I was right.

     I turned the TV on for him, and switched to a channel I hoped he would like, then went into the kitchen to make him some soup. "Do you want the fan on?" "No..." I nodded in response, then realized he wouldn't be able to see me, "Okie." I heard him take a ragged, wheezy breath, then he went into an awful coughing fit. I sighed, and went over to him as the stove heated up, and helped him sit up slightly, hoping that would make it better. I propped a cushion from the love seat behind him, so he had some support. "Try and breathe..." It sounded awful, I just prayed it sounded worse than it was. He gasped after the fit was over. It must have lasted more than two minutes, which is a lot for a coughing fit that racked his whole body. "Adam..." I looked at him tenderly, "yes?"
     "It made me pee..." His face turned a deep red, and tears filled his eyes. "That's nothing to feel ashamed of. You can't help it." He hadn't been able to go to the bathroom in at least 12 hours, so it made sense. I picked him up gently, feeling the urine against my stomach, and carried him to my room, to change him into fresh clothes. I didn't want to make him feel like an infant, but I didn't have much of a choice.
     I laid him on his back, then held his legs up to pull off his pants and soiled underwear, then pulled off his shirt gently. I then changed him into some pajamas, and changed my own shirt. "There!" I smiled, and picked him up again. His face was still bright red, and I saw a single tear stream down his cheek. I took him out to the living room, and sat down with him in my lap. I stared into his icy eyes, and touched his cheek gently, "There is nothing to be ashamed of. You couldn't help it. I don't mind taking care of you, and I don't mind that you did that. I don't care. It happens!" I tried to keep my voice from being too stern, but I wanted to make sure he knew I was very serious about what I was saying.