A/n: Sickfic for the soul

Remus was getting sick. There was no denying that fact, and he knew that this was just the beginning. He had woken up next to his boyfriend, Janus, feeling off. By no means was he bedridden—not yet at least. His sicknesses always started off light, but his weak immune system made sure that it wouldn't be the case the whole time. Within hours, he'd be completely out of it.

He just really hoped it wasn't a stomach bug. He could handle a head ache or a fever, but he did not want to throw up. That wouldn't be fun for anybody in the house. Remus was a complete baby when he was sick. He got extremely clingy and sensitive, a far cry from the usual 'I don't need anyone' attitude he tried to give off.

He didn't bother getting up, just accepting his fate. He closed his eyes and snuggled underneath Janus's arms and onto his chest. Janus tightened his grip around him, and so he let out a sigh of contentment and fell back asleep.

Just as he had predicted, he woke up much later, and feeling a lot worse than he had before. He felt the beginning of a stomach bug coming on and hoped he could eat enough saltine crackers to will the stomach acid to calm down. He noted that Janus was awake and scrolling through his phone.

"Remus, baby are you not feeling well?" He questioned upon noticing his boyfriend was awake. Remus wondered how he could always immediately tell when he was sick. He just shrugged his shoulders in response and buried his face deeper into his boyfriend's chest. Janus sat up fully, adjusting Remus so that he could press his cheek against his forehead, "you're burning up" He muttered to himself, "I think you have a fever.

Remus closed his eyes again and slumped against Janus, trying to make his head stop pounding. It wasn't long before he lost himself in a coughing fit at the exact same time he realized he had to pee very badly.

He sat up fully, shooting out of Janus's arms as he began to hack violently. He drew his knees close to his chest and placed a hand over his heart. As he kept coughing, they just got more and more violent. Janus was sitting up too now, a hand resting on his back immediately as he began some panicked questioning.

Remus obviously couldn't answer, as he was in the process of dying, but he was more so focused on his pounding bladder than the fact he had to keep gasping for air between every five coughs. He shoved his hands between his legs when the pressure became too much. He couldn't hold it, his coughs were forcing the liquid out. He began to slowly soak himself, whimpering and shoving away his boyfriend, "J-Ja, Janus, I c-c-can't—"

"It's okay, Remus. You can breathe, just let all the coughing out" Janus reassured gently, assuming his lung capacity was the problem. Remus's coughing fit eventually died down, and by the time it did, his bladder finally gave out. The moment he actually began to breathe, his whole body relaxed. He realized he was rapidly wetting himself on Janus's bed, so he gasped sharply and struggled against the blankets. He rolled out of the bed and crashed onto the floor in a miserable heap just as his pajama pants started leaking.

Janus yelled in alarm, "Remus, are you okay?!" He cried, jumping out of bed. That had been a hard fall. When he finally got to the edge he saw the problem, he cringed with sympathy, "Oh..."

Remus was pissing himself. He had completely and utterly lost control. He began to cry into his hands, "i'm so sorry, Janus, I coul-couldn't hold it anymore, it started hurting a-a-and the coughing just made it so much worse." Remus wasn't sure why he was so upset. Usually, he would do something gross like this on purpose, just to get the reaction of those around him, and then laugh as he watched their faces twist with disgust. But he felt ashamed now. Gross and pathetic as he sat there, making a mess of himself on his boyfriend's floor.

"Hey, hey" Janus said, shushing his boyfriend, "it's alright." And he was telling the truth. Remus wet himself embarrassingly often when he was sick. The first few times it had happened, Janus reacted...poorly. And he was ashamed for making Remus feel so bad about himself, especially when he was already sick and couldn't help it. It still shocked him, but he was used to these accidents now, "we just have to get you cleaned up, okay?"

Remus wiped his eyes, "I—I don't want anybody else to know. Is—is anyone in the hallway?"

"It's extremely early" Janus told him, shaking his head, "don't worry. Nobody should even be awake. I'm gonna run you a bath, I think it would feel nice for you, hm?"

"Yeah..." Remus replied, his throat scratchy.

"I think you should also drink some water. That was an intense coughing fit" Janus told him.

"No! I don't want to wet myself again! You know how I get when i'm sick like this, an-and i've somehow been able to keep myself together in front of everybody else for this long, but I can't risk wetting myself in front of them! That's so humiliating!"

"Well, you cant dehydrate yourself either"
Janus countered him calmly, trying to bring Remus down from his panic, "now come on. You're taking a bath and you're getting some water."

Remus liked that Janus didn't back down. That he wouldn't just sit there and let him self destruct to save himself from potential embarrassment.

"Okay, but if I end up falling asleep on the couch later, don't let me sleep for more than thirty minutes" he told him sternly.

"Okay, whatever you say dearest" Janus chuckled, helping Remus up off of the floor, "and thank you for not pissing in my bed, I appreciate that."

"Just you wait until I make it to the toilet, it's gonna blow your balls off" Remus joked.

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It didn't take long before Remus was relaxing in the warm bath water, Janus had finished cleaning the floor, and the sweatpants and boxers he had worn to bed were in the washing machine. He put them on the quick wash, so by the time Remus was done bathing they were ready to go in the dryer.

Janus helped Remus move to the couch after he had towel dried his hair. His fever had gotten worse, and he couldn't hold his eyes open. It was going to be a long couple of days.

"Why does Remus have a singular pair of sweatpants in the dryer with one pair of underwear?" Roman questioned suspiciously, calling out of the laundry room.

Janus called back, "I wouldn't touch that f I were you! You know how Remus is!"

They both heard a shrill screech, followed by retching. They laughed their asses off, Remus falling victim to another coughing fit.

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