Waking up, Cameron blinked idely. His eyes were jammed full of something, and his arms were lethargic when he tried to move them. Well, as he wiped the gunk out of his eyes, one arm was working because it was a tired arm. The other arm was...
well...
uhhhh....
Looking at Alaska, Cameron gulped. She was on his left. It was his right arm that was still stuck. Turning his head carefully, he traced the line of his right arm from his shoulder, down his forarm, boobs with a side of blond hair, there's his wrist, okay, hand that seems to be operational. Alright, back up the wrist, hint of elbow, light blue t-shirt wrapping two warm mountains of topweight that had arms locking his right into her chest. As blonde hair spilled down her front, Cameron breathed out silently. It was Atago. That wasn't so bad: she was okay. Alaska knew her, so this probably wouldn't end horribly, as in fed-to-the-destroyers.
Alright. It was time to get to work constructing an alibi, or an escape plan, or a faked passport to Mexico-
"'mrgmrle... Cameron! Oh, you're up!"
As 'Laska smiled at him, Cameron smiled back, all thoughts of fleeing vanishing in an instant. "Hey, 'Laska..." he mumbled, his sleepy girlfriend smiling at him. "So... uh... Atago..."
"Yes?" Alaska said, smiling. "Oh! I need to make the tea!"
"Tea?" Cameron asked,gulping.
"You got really sick, remember?" Alaska asked, turning away from the room's microwave. "I had to get up and go on my duty shift, I'm sorry!"
"I got sick?" Cameron asked, gulping. "When?"
"Last week!" Alaska said, bustling over to him and giving him a hug. "Your mom was all worried, but I brought you over to the base hospital. They said we couldn't visit the regular kind, so... uh..."
Cameron gulped, and pointed silently at the microwave flashing morosely. As Alaska got it and put in the teabag, she smiled at him again. "Thanks, 'laska. Thanks a lot."
"It's nothing!" Alaska said, blushing and putting the tea on the bedstand. "It's just, last time I had to sorte, you got so much worse! So, this time, I put you with Atago just in case, and when I got back I was so tired and 'Tago looked so comfy and I didn't think you'd mind-"
As Cameron snerked out a laugh, he reached out and hugged Alaska, who fell onto him as her feet slipped and skidded. Landing with her face on his chest, he tried to help her into bed, the snow-white hair he'd learned to see as something just as hers nuzzling up under his chin.
"To tell you the truth," Cameron began, blushing a little, "I thought we might have done something really stupid after someone gave us something to drink."
"Oh?" Alaska said, screwing up her brows, before she noticed her little counter in the apartment-like room's kitchenet and the half-empty bottle of Seagrams on it. "Oh! Ah, no, no! Nothing like that! The whiskey was for your throat when you started coughing bad! The doc said that and equal parts lemon and honey in water would help more than any medicine he'd proscribe!"
Cameron nodded, hugging 'Laska. "I didn't know." he explained, carefully. "I... the last thing I remember was the beach..."
Smiling, Alaska carefully kissed him on the cheek. "You were sick. Really, really, terribly sick."
"fufufufufufufufufu..." a voice behind them went, and both 'Laska turned their heads up to look at the smiling Atago.
"Hi, 'Tago." Alaska said, smiling. "You looked so comfy!"
"I was." the blonde said, smiling. "I like Cameron. He's just the right size to snuggle- oh, you're so lucky!"
"I know!" 'Laska said, beaming, before a slyer smile slipped on her face. "Say... 'Tago, you like the really tight snuggles, right?"
"Yes!" Atago said, grinning.
"Well, I know snuggles with you always make me feel better, so maybe if you snuggle with him..."
"Ooh!" Atago said, before blinking. "Are you sure I can, though?"
'Laska nodded. "I'm here, so I don't mind."
As Cameron tried to follow the conversation through his flu-intensified gaze, he breathed in luckily before Atago smothered him in a big, full-body hug. As Alaska plastered herself on his back, he carefully worked a nose over the seas of cleavage presented and smiled. 'Laska was here. It was okay. As white and blonde hair entangled each other, he took a deep breath and smiled, before slowly drifting back towards sleep while a warm hand rubbed his head.
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The doctor looked over Cameron, glaring.
"Son. You went from constant 102 fever that spiked high enough for us to check for brain damage on *nine* occasions, and then after one night spent semi-conciously snuggling with two shipgirls you think you're walking out of here because your fever broke?"
"Yes?" Cameron asked, still leaning on 'Laska, who just kinda smiled at 'Tago who was mostly in their laps sprawled towards them like a large, cruiser-shaped blanket.
"NYET!" the doctor roared. "You're staying penned up in here for at least another week with these two! Now, bed rest, warm food, and your antivirals are on the counter. If you skip one I will ram it up your ass God help me!"
"Yessir." Cameron said, gulping.
"No funny buisness. Get better. Alaska, call us if something wierd happens." the doctor said, before storming out.
"Yay?" 'Laska said, before Cameron gave her a nuzzle. "Yay." he replied smiling at her as Atago napped on their laps and chests. "I like it here. You're nice and cool, 'Laska, and it feels nice too where Atago's so warm..."
As her boyfriend started to drift back to sleep, Alaska smiled and closed her eyes to join in her best friend and boyfriend's group nap.
