Ryan rolled over his sleep trying to get comfortable, but he couldn't sleep. He was tired. Exhausted even, but his body refused to let him get any rest. Too hot one minute then too cold the next. Turned one way on the pillow and his neck hurt, turned another and it was his shoulders. With a sigh he finally gave up. He took another dose of the Tylenol flu and then walked over to the house to get another Gatorade.

Sandy was watching TV in the living room, "Hey Ryan, what are you doing up and about?"

"Couldn't sleep," Ryan croaked, getting the Gatorade out of the fridge.

"How are you feeling?" Sandy got up and walked over to him.

"Tired... But I can't sleep."

"Yeah me neither, I was just about to watch a movie. You want in?"

"What movie?"

"I dunno... I was going to see what Seth has from Netflix." Ryan shrugged, and plodded over to the couch. Sitting seemed far more appealing than standing. Sandy followed him over and sat down next to him. "Lets see we have... Two movies I've never heard of- one's about aliens and one's about robots?"

"Uh... Robots I guess... Less gore..." Ryan decided.

"Still feeling a little queezy?" Ryan nodded, "Is the Gatorade...?"

"Yeah, it's stayed down but..."

"No need to risk it? I gotcha." Sandy loaded the DVD player and then sat down next to Ryan and put an arm over the back of the couch, as if around Ryan's shoulders, but still hovering above.

"Sandy... I'm sorry for getting sick."

"Didn't I already tell you to stop apologizing?"

"Yeah but..."

"Ryan, there are a lot of things that you could do while Kirsten's gone that might upset me. Getting into a fight, getting drunk..."

"Are you trying to give me ideas or something?" Ryan smiled weakly.

"No, I'm just saying, getting sick is not something you have control over. The only part of you being sick that's stressful is that I'm worried you won't be honest with me when you need help and you could end up making yourself worse. If you landed in the hospital- that might be a little stressful, but it still wouldn't be your fault. Okay?" Ryan nodded. The movie started.

Ryan barely stayed awake through the first scene, by the end, he had snuggled firmly against his Sandy, resting a hot cheek against Sandy's shoulder. Sandy gently shook him awake.

"Mm... Hey... Did I fall asleep?" Ryan asked, sitting up looking around groggily.

"Yup, and I thought you might prefer your own bed."

"Oh... yeah," Ryan tried to stand, but was a little too quick and he staggered slightly as his vision swam.

"Easy kid..." Sandy was there by his side instantly, and grabbed his elbow to steady him. Ryan didn't protest as Sandy helped him out to the pool house. His legs felt like jello. He was happy to climb into his own bed and slide between the cool sheets. "Night kid..."

"Night San..." He was asleep before he could finish speaking. Sandy watched Ryan for a moment, and smiled. Certain that his broken family was beginning to heal.


A/N: And there you have it folk- Sick Ryan and Cohen Boys bonding. Stay tuned because we all know I can't stay away from sick Ryan for long. I'm just deciding during what time period I need to give him his next bug :-p

In the mean time, I have started a new story that takes a place a few months before this called "Glory Days" and for you Ryan!whump fans there will be plenty of that

also, CHALLENGE: Someone else, pretty please, write a new sick!Ryan :)

-CW