Brutus looked at Cassius, his brow furrowed in worry. "What does he know? What did he do to you?" He laid in the bed and rubbed Cassius' back gently. "What did he say to you. I am going to kill him." He laid close to Cassius, hoping Cassius will enjoy the warmth regardless.
Cassius cuddled into Brutus "he knows about us and.. Brutus.. I think he's the one laying with that bitch" he whispered. Cassius tried his hardest to stop crying and calm down.
Brutus scrunched up his face and squeezed his his eyes closed. “That fucking bitch. I AM GOIN TO MURDER HIM.” He dug his nail into Cassius’ back from frustration. “I don’t care if he knows about us anymore.” He kissed Cassius. “He’ll be six feet in the ground before he’ll say shit.”
" brutus… My heart hurts…"
Brutus ran his fingers through Cassidy hair. “I’ll heal it, Cass. Don’t worry. I won’t let him come near you until we kill him. You will not be sparing with that lying bitch anymore. He has lost my respect.” He brushed his thumb across Cassius cheek.
Cassius's red eyes looked up at Brutus, " I..I'm sorry.." he tucked his head into Brutus " I'm sorry your not freimds with Caesar and I.. I'm not on the Senate anymore.."
Brutus patted Cassius on the back. “No, Cass. It’s not your fault.” He comforted the smaller man. “He decided to get rid of you because he’s stupid. He has no rhyme or reason. And as for our friendship.. he decided lay with my wife and she was okay with that. I don’t like him. It’s not your fault.”
" I.. I'm not useless am I?" He asked softly. Cassius sat up, rubbing his temples that were now pounding, he only hopped he didn't have the fainting sickness again. It always happened when he got stressed out
Brutus smile at Cassius. “No, my dear Cass, you are not useless. You are very useful.” He let go of Cassius after the man sat up. He still laid there and looked up at the man. He offered a small smile. He took one of Cassius' hands away from his temple and kissed it.
Cassius stared for a moment, his eyes instead before he came out of it. " Brutus.. my head hurts now…" He whined
Cassius leaned into Brutus and kept his head on Brutus's chest
Brutus smiled and kissed Cassius' head to make it better. "I'm not sure I can take away the headache, but I can sure kiss it and hope it goes away." He pat Cassius on the and laid his head back. "Everything will be fine. Cassius. I won't say anything otherwise. We'll take down that petty man."
" alright," he said softly, cuddling into Brutus's chest. Cassius fell asleep shortly after. His body twitched and spasmed, he hated sleeping this late
Brutus rubbed Cassius' back and kissed his head. He laid his head on his shoulder and fell asleep in this odd position. When Brutus woke, it was with a jolt. Another set of bad dreams had scared him. He took a few deep breaths and stretched, letting go of Cassius.
Cassius had still been sleeping, his tear stained cheeks red from warmth. When Brutus got up he snuggled deeper into the sheets. Cassius was running a fever of sorts, probably from his open wound that was poorly draped.
Brutus looked at Cassius. "Cass dear, are you alright?" It was odd that he was not up, but rather still sleeping. "Cass?" He eyed the blood soaked bandaged and unwrapped it. The wound was red and infected, making Brutus scrunch his nose. This could definitely be life-threatening. He shook Cassius. "Cass!" He was warm to the touch, and Brutus found that alarming. "Cass!"
Cassius sluggishly opened his eyes slowly " Brutus…?" He asked weakly. He shivered harshly and tried to get closer to Brutus
Brutus ran his hand through Cassius hair. “Hey, Cass. You’re sick. You have an infection.” He tried to think of herbs that could treat it. “Once we treat it, you’ll be okay. I’ll get the medicines or call a doctor. Which ever you are comfortable with.” Brutus comforted Cassius, holding the man in his arms.
Cassius nestled his head into Brutus " I.. I don't care which…" He said softly. " Brutus.. it's cold…" He whined and shivers softly
Brutus smiled softly. “I’ll get the medication for you. I fear calling anyone from the public. Caesar…” He didn’t bother in finishing his sentence. “It’s going to be cold, my dear Cass. That’s how a fever makes you feel. Cold.” Brutus wasn’t sure why fevers made you cold, only that it went away with medicine.
Cassius only half understood, in and out of fever haze. He whined when Brutus moved, reaching out for the man.
Once Brutus came bad with meds Cassius lay still and let the other help him, hissing out in pain if Brutus pressed to hard
Brutus came back with catnip and a yarrow and dandelion poultice. He gently spread both mixes on the infected wound, flinching at Cassius’ hisses of pain. “It’ll be alright.” He soothed Cassius. Once he was finished with the wound, he wrapped it up the best he could. “There. Better than whatever you had done.” Brutus shook his head and fed him some catnip to reduce his fever. He put the bowls he used on the floor and snuggled with Cassius.
Cassius cuddled as close as possible. Scared that Brutus would leave him again " don't go.." he whispered softly to the other
Brutus patted Cassius on the back. “I’m not going to go, Cass. I just needed to get the medicine for you.” He positioned himself so he was sitting up and Cassius was in his lap. “Why didn’t you get a doctor to heal your wound?” He didn’t understand Cassius thinking. “You wouldn’t have hitting sick if you did.”
" I didn't.. wanna seem weak.." he nestled into Brutus chest and wraps his arms around Brutus.
" And if Caesar found out he probably would have given me a harder beating.." he whined
Brutus sighed and looked down at Cassius. “You wouldn’t seem weak for going to get your wound checked out. It would have saved you from harsher consequences.” His face scrunched up at the sound of Caesar’s name. “He probably wouldn’t have found out. But that shouldn’t have stopped you.”