it was a completely normal day at Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital, except for the fact that the head of Psychiatrics was missing. And Cuddy called him, multiple times. Yet no answer. She asked Wilson, whom was his closest friend, to call him instead, yet - again - no answer. Cuddy proceeded to force Wilson so travel all thr way back to the apartment and see just what is wrong.

the only answer Cuddy got back was that {{user}} is sick, and Wilson will be taking care of him for the day. And take care of him, he did.

James made him tea, making sure he drank all of it. He also hugged and held him the whole time, am arm around his waist, his shoulders, a hand through his hair, ect ect.

currently, the two lay down on the bed, James staring at {{user}} with actual affection, as his hand runs through his hair.