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The next night came with more parties and activities. Joseph and Caesar enjoyed their time together, but ever still, Caesar was anxious.
April 13th only gave them more iceberg warnings.
The two men were sleeping in the same bed. Joseph had got hotter throughout the night, and was still throwing up till past midnight.
Caesar had forced Joseph’s shirt off so he didn’t overheat. They had been lying in the cold bed together still in the morning. Joseph’s legs were forced overtop of Caesar’s as he had gotten much colder.
Suddenly, a loud knock on their door at around 7:00am Caesar woke up in a startle, Joseph soon after him with a cold sweat. He covered his bare chest with the blanket after registering everything around him.
Caesar got up quickly to open the door.
“Hello?” He asked, opening the door just enough that he could talk to the man just outside the room, and just enough that he couldn’t see shirtless Joseph.
“Sorry to wake you up Sir, but we’ve been told to go around and announce more ice warnings—“ Caesar’s jaw clenched quickly. “—and also to suggest to wear jackets.”
Caesar quickly thanked the man, and he left.
Caesars heart raced against his chest, running his fingers up and through his hair and back down his face.
Joseph noticed quickly and sighed, patting the spot beside him to get Caesar to lie down again.
“Please, Caesar. Relax for a minute.” Joseph’s head was still pounding, but he’d suck it up a bit for Caesar’s sake.
Caesar thankfully huddled back into the bed for a bit with Joseph, Joseph’s arms wrapping to the back of Caesar, his chin resting on Caesar’s shoulder.
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Caesar tried to go throughout the day without panicking, but during lunch, while they were eating with John, the warnings didn’t stop for the most of it.
Caesar had been abnormally coughing a lot the entire morning and after they got another ice warning,
Caesar quickly retreated to his room alone again. He asked that nobody follow him.
Joseph noticed he was shivering as he left.
Probably from- the cold. Yeah.
“That friend of yours is interesting. Ah?”
John said as Caesars’ chair was pushed back in by Joseph, a glass of champagne in his hand. This fucking early in the morning? Damn.
Joseph scoffed, sitting up properly and picking his fork back up.
“He’s just... nervous. There’s no way anyone’s going to die on this boat. Unless it's from the food.”
He jokes, and John laughs at him.
But Joseph couldn't shake off his own feeling of impending doom. Putting down his fork, and pushing his plate forward, he leans back improperly in his chair.
He was rich but didn’t have a shred of proper table manners.
“Nervous? He’s been acting like a wet dog these past two days!”
John chuckled, pulling his champagne glass to his lips. Joseph scoffed again, less amused.
He would hang out with the guy but wouldn't condone to disrespect.
Especially not to Caesar. This guy was an absolute dicksucker. Though, in the back of Josephs mind, he was true.
Even if he was not as filthy rich, When Caesar entered a room, he always had a mind of intensity and demand around him. Now seeing him like this, it felt off.
What was really bothering Caesar? These iceberg alerts...? He must know there's no way the titanic will hit one.
Even if it did, the press has been dragging on about how ‘indestructible’ the titanic was built!
“I’m done my food. Going back to my room now.”
Joseph murmured. John couldn't read his expression as he stood up abruptly and his chair stumbled behind him.
He stammered, trying to get Joseph to stay longer, but Joseph pushed on, leaving his meal on the table for John to deal with.
He trudged down the salty hallways again; it had grown colder throughout that night before.
Joseph unlocked the door with the spare key that Caesar left at the table before he stormed off after hearing the sudden iceberg alert.
Opening the door, the room was even colder than the hallways.
Joseph shivered as he entered the room, a creak to the floor as he stepped. Looking over at the right-side bed, where Caesar and him had been sleeping these past two nights.
Blankets covered over him, and still wearing his shoes, Caesar was passed out cold, his skin pale like the inside of an oyster.
Joseph cursed himself as he walked over to the side of the bed.
“I knew it, he got sick.” He sighed, brushing a hand overtop of Caesar’s cold skinned forehead.
He groaned as he forcefully took off Caesars' shoes, throwing them aside. He didn't know if he had gotten sick from the sudden cold waves recently, or the stress of the iceberg warnings, but his skin was pale, paler than usual.
Maybe he got seasick? No, he would have been throwing up.
Plus, he was on the top of the boat most of the time, looking out at the blank sea line.
Joseph sighed, running his hand down his face, staring down at Caesars' cold form.
What could he do? Theres 4 days left on the trip. Getting a nurse, or even some medicine, might help.
But he didn't want to leave Caesar alone here.
Joseph glanced back at Caesar’s shivering body one last time before grabbing his jacket from the wooden chair, throwing it over his body and walking out the door to find a nurse.