[Tim smiled at him like he'd just written him a whole-ass poem instead of just agreeing to get carried around without much protest. But he really was glad that Majima was going to let him take care of him, even despite that little slip-up at the beginning with the nurse's outfit and the medicine bag full of lube and sex toys. It was an honest mistake, if maybe not an innocent one.]

[He gave Majima a gentle squeeze before shifting his arms to pick him up, pulling him into his beefy embrace in a princess carry. It couldn't have been very often that anyone carried him like this-- he was a pretty big guy, after all, and there weren't a whole lot of people who would be physically able to lift him and also be able to get close enough to lift him. Maybe not very many people other than Tim and his brick shithouse of a brother.]

I'll take care of you. [He didn't have a ton of experience playing nurse to someone, but it couldn't be that hard. He knew how to make chicken soup and make tea and he was an excellent personal heater, so everything would be fine.] And, uh. If you need some medicine, I can run out and get some.

[He carried his germ factory of a boyfriend into the bedroom, setting him down amidst the blankets and pillows on the bed. Then he busied himself with getting him comfortable, getting him underneath the covers and propped up with enough fluffed-up pillows to be able to breathe easier.]

Uh, or maybe some tea? You sound a little rough, it might help with your throat.