I do not own The Lost Boys, but of course you know that. And like usual, if I had, the vamps woulda won...

Okay, okay, okay, this story later on is going to display incest, or in this case Frogcest. I'm usually not a fan of incest but I can't help but love this crack pairing. Very much indeed. Of course, I promise it's not going to be a huge fuckfest...this isn't AFF where anything can be a no-plot sex-hole...wow...that sounded really, really inappropriate...mehehehehe

Edgar had become a frequent visitor to the pharmacy for the past week. So frequent, that he was starting to become recognized by the day-shift cashier who was a blonde girl with huge knockers and a set of braces. And also by the night-shift cashier who was a long-haired, long finger-nailed guy with extremely bad breath; which would have made him a target of Edgar's suspicions of vampirism. But Edgar was too wrapped up in other thoughts to be thinking much about vampires, which was odd for him.

He was in the pharmacy during the afternoon at the moment. He dumped three tissue cartons and two boxes of Benadryl onto the counter and started digging in his pocket for the cash he'd scraped up.

"You sure you need all these tissues, Headband Kid?" the blonde girl asked as she rang up the items. Edgar didn't answer as he brought out a small crumple of bills from one pocket and then started digging in the other. "You've been in here a lot this week. Always buying tissues and medicine…"

Edgar rolled his eyes as the blonde continued to speak. Civilians…

"You're just about the only kid who comes in here and pays for stuff. Everyone else usually just swipes stuff. Eight dollars and sixty-two cents."

I can barely get away with swiping holy water. Edgar retorted silently as he counted out the bills in his hand and pressed eight dollars on the counter. He started digging in his pocket again for the loose change he'd found in the sofa, in the coffee pot, and in the drawer in the refrigerator.

"Say, Headband Kid?" The blonde asked as Edgar pulled some change from his pocket. He looked up from his palm where he'd been prodding the coins. "Someone's sick." She stated, clearly not asking a question. Edgar pressed three quarters to the counter and dumped the rest of the coins into one of his pockets. "Yeah." He said with his collected, hardened voice.

The blonde registered his money after the machine dinged. "Judging by all the tissues, he's congested." Edgar stared questioningly at her. She started pulling his change from the drawer. "Snotty?" she tried. Slight realization came over Edgar's face, "Oh." Then he nodded, "Yeah."

She held his change out to him which he took and dumped into his pocket. She reached under the counter and unfurled a plastic bag. "Try the salt water remedy. It clears up the sinuses temporarily, but it's effective." As she bagged his purchases he asked, "What's the salt water remedy?"

"Put some salt in a bowl and then add really warm water. Soak a washcloth in it, and hold it against his nose, right over his nostrils." She said, sliding the receipt into the bag. "Than have him inhale through his nose a couple times until it gets through his sinuses. He might have to blow his nose a little afterward."

"Does it work?" Edgar asked, eyeing the blonde suspiciously. He didn't make it a point to trust people very easily. This salt water remedy sounded like a torture ritual to him.

She smiled, "It works for a little while. Temporary relief, but you can do it over and over." Edgar nodded slightly, taking the bag into his hand. "Th…Thanks." He said reluctantly and turned for the door. "Hope your friend gets better!" the blonde called.

Yeah…so do I…Edgar thought.

He rode his bike through Santa Carla and back to his house. He ditched his bike and went inside. He strode right to the bedroom that he shared with his brother.

He opened the door, "Alan, I'm back."

There was a big garbage bag full of crumpled, snotty tissues on the floor beside his brother's bed that was pushed against the wall. There was a bucket beside the tissue bag where batches of mucus floated. A cup with less than a swallow of water and a roll of paper towels sat on the nightstand. In his bed, Alan lay on his side with his right arm curled under his single pillow and the blanket pulled up to his neck.

His eyes were red with dark bags under them. His nostrils were equally as red. His black hair was slightly splayed. His mouth hung open slightly, as it was his only source of air. He tiredly opened his eyes and looked at Edgar as he stepped into the room, removing tissue cartons from a rustling plastic bag. He watched as Edgar tore open a tissue carton and pulled a couple tissues from it.

He held them in front of Alan's face who looked subtly relieved to see them. Slowly he lifted his left hand from under the blanket and took the tissues. Edgar watched silently as Alan blew his nose. He grimaced at the sound of the snot being forced from Alan's nasal passages. He glanced into the bucket and cringed. He picked it up by the handle and brought it into the bathroom down the hallway.

The door slowly slid almost shut behind him as it always had had a habit of doing. He put the bucket under the faucet in the tub and ran water into it. The loud sound of the running water momentarily deafened Edgar to the sound of his brother blowing his nose.

He turned off the faucet and then dumped the watery mucus down the drain. He shook the bucket of excess water droplets and got up. He nudged open the door open with the toe of his boot and went back to the bedroom. Alan was now tissue-less and lying still again. Edgar replaced the bucket and gingerly sat down on the edge of Alan's bed.

He sighed quietly through his nose as he looked down at his brother. He reached up and brushed some of Alan's black locks from his face. Alan's hair was kind of greasy from the lack of a shower for three days. The status of his breath was certainly no golden star either. But Edgar didn't tell Alan any of that.

"You get any sleep while I was gone, Bro?" He asked, resting his hand on his brother's shoulder. Alan's red eyes were open slightly, sleepily staring across the room at the doorway. He shook his head slowly against his pillow. Edgar bit his lip in pity, stroking his brother's shoulder. Alan sniffled and then asked, "Can you get another blanket?"

"You cold?"

Alan nodded against the pillow, swallowing hard. Edgar went over to his bed that was pushed against the wall beside the wall that Alan's bed was pushed against. He pulled the blanket off of it and then spread it over Alan. He sat down again, rubbing at his brother's shoulder, "That better?" Alan nodded slightly. Edgar listened to his brother's shallow breathing.

Alan sniffed and then spoke in a groggy, weak voice, "When can I have another one of those blue pills?" Edgar checked his watch, still stroking Alan's shoulder. "In another hour, Al."

"Another hour?" Alan grumbled, turning his head slightly to look at his brother better. Edgar nodded, "Yeah."

Alan closed his eyes and laid his head back down, "Why?"

Edgar answered, "'Cause Alan. I don't know anything about medicine so I follow the directions on the back of the box exactly."

"C'mon, man." Alan moaned and sniffled.

"It says one pill every four hours. I don't need you ODing on sinus pills," Edgar said sternly. Alan opened his eyes slightly and looked back up at Edgar. "'Cause I am not, repeat, am not writing that on your damn headstone."

Alan closed his eyes again, smiling faintly. Edgar smiled too, happy to have seen his brother smile for the first time in about a week. A long, miserable week. "That's right, Bro. You are going out with your goddamned boots on. The true American way."

Alan let out an airy breath that was a tired chuckle. Edgar watched Alan lick his lips and swallow hard. He looked at the cup on the side table and patted Alan's shoulder, "I'll go getcha some water." Alan nodded slightly, his eyes still closed. Edgar picked up the cup and left their bedroom.

In the kitchen he turned on the water and let it run icy before filling the glass. The running water reminded him of the salt water thing the blonde cashier had told him about in the pharmacy. He supposed it wouldn't hurt to try it. He set down the cup and turned the faucet on to the red H and opened a cupboard, looking for a clean bowl.

He pulled out a plastic bowl and frowned at a small, crusty piece of food debris stuck in the bottom of it. He picked at it with a short fingernail. Then he held the bowl under the steamy water. Once it was almost full, he turned off the water. He froze, looking over his shoulder when he heard his brother coughing.

He grabbed the glass of cold water and hurried back to their bedroom. He paused in the doorway. Alan's head hung over the side of the bed as he coughed loudly. Some mucus clung to a lock of his black hair.

"Oh, Alan." Edgar murmured. He quickly set down the glass of water on the side table, sat on the bed, and cleared Alan's hair away from his face. With each cough, Edgar heard the mucus bubble and fight as it was forced from Alan's throat. He looked away as it slithered down from Alan's mouth and landed with a disgusting plop in the bottom of the bucket.

Alan was left panting from the ordeal, hanging limply over the edge of his bed. Letting down Alan's hair, Edgar reached over and tore a paper towel from the diminishing roll. He leaned forward and reached around Alan with on hand, lifting his head up gently by his chin. He gingerly wiped at Alan's mouth with the paper towel, and the bit of mucus that clung to his hair.

He hooked an arm under Alan's chest after tossing the paper towel into the trash bag on the floor. He pulled Alan up from the edge of the bed and laid him back against his pillow. Alan sniffled and Edgar looked into the bucket. Then he wanted to kick himself for doing so. Alan had produced a decent softball-sized loogy. He cringed and shook his head, adjusting the blankets back over Alan again.

Alan heaved a short sigh and rubbed at his eyes with one hand, "Thanks, Bro." Edgar nodded even though his brother's eyes were closed. He took the glass of icy water into his hand and propped up Alan's head. Alan pressed his hand against the glass as Edgar held it to his lips. He sipped slowly for a moment and then let go of the glass. Edgar held away the water and carefully laid his brother's head back down against the pillow.

He set the water down and said, "I'll be right back, Al." Alan nodded in recognition, his red eyelids sealed.

Edgar returned to the kitchen and dipped a fingertip into the bowl of water. It was still warm. Salt… Edgar looked around the messy kitchen, lifting dirty dishes, opening cupboards, and sliding used napkins out of the way. He bit his lip and scratched at his scalp of light brown hair. He opened a few more cupboards to no avail. He tugged on his headband in annoyance. He went through a few more drawers and finally found the saltshaker in the silverware drawer lying with the spoons.

Edgar shook the saltshaker over the bowl but nothing came out. He pressed his lips tightly together in an aggravated manner, his throat growling. He slapped the back of the shaker and salt fell into the bowl. He watched the small, white crystals sink to the bottom in satisfaction. He stirred with his finger and grabbed a rag that he had found in a drawer full of twisty-ties. He picked up the bowl of warm salt water and went back to the bedroom.

"Alan." Edgar said. He set down the bowl on the side table and sat down on the bed beside Alan. His brother remained still with his eyes closed and his mouth breathing for him. Hardly moving his lips, he replied, "What?"

"Got something here that might clear up your nose for a while."

"What is it?"

"A little remedy I picked up." Edgar said as he leaned over and dipped the rag into the bowl. Alan's eyes opened slightly and traveled to the side table where Edgar lightly squeezed the rag, letting it drip into the bowl.

"Water?" Alan asked wearily.

"It's warm salt water. I'm gonna hold the rag over you nose, and then I want you to breathe in." Edgar said.

Alan closed his eyes, "Are you trying to drown me, Bro?" Edgar quickly shook his head, "No, I'm not trying to drown you, Alan. Now c'mon." He pressed the bundled, warm, wet cloth to Alan's nose. At first, Alan did nothing.

"C'mon Alan, just breathe in. Please." Edgar pleaded quietly. He hoped this so called remedy worked. According to the blonde, the relief would only be temporary. But if it meant that his brother could get some peaceful sleep, Edgar would try anything.

"C'mon, Bro." Edgar encouraged.

Finally Alan complied, ruggedly trying to inhale through his nose. Snot rumbled in his nasal passage as the salt water was pulled in. Edgar lifted the rag and Alan slightly turned his head away, grimacing. The warm water trickled down his face from his nostrils.

Edgar tore a paper towel from the roll and gently wiped his brother's face. He set down the paper towel and dipped the rag into the bowl. "You okay, Al?" He asked quietly.

Alan grunted in response.

"Good. Let's go again." Edgar said, pressed the wet rag to Alan's nose again. This time Alan seemed to draw in the warm salt water more easily as he inhaled. Edgar quickly took the cloth away from his brother's face when Alan started to cough as the salt water hit the back of his throat. He wiped his brother's face with the towel again.

Edgar then dumped the rag into the bowl and pulled some tissues from the open carton. He held them in front of Alan, who unfocusedly tried to take them from him. He missed twice before Edgar took his hand and pressed the tissues into it.

Alan tipped his chin up slightly to Edgar in a gesture of thanks. Edgar nodded back as Alan blew his nose with shaky hands. It sounded as if things were running through more easily. Alan removed the dirty tissues and let them fall into the open trash bag.

Alan inhaled smoothly through his nose. Unused to the action, his mouth still lingered open habitually. Edgar nodded in satisfaction, "Seems like it worked."

"Yeah." Alan answered sleepily.

"Are you hungry? Do you want anything?" Edgar asked blatantly.

Alan shook his head against the pillow and started turn onto side, facing the door. Edgar shifted slightly to allow his brother to get comfortable, "Are you sure? I could probably dig something up."

Alan shook his head again, seeming to drift off.

Edgar nodded, touching his brother's shoulder, "Okay. Just call out if you need me."

Alan didn't respond this time. Edgar listened to his deep and heavy breathing for a moment and then cautiously lifted himself from the bed. Then he quietly left the room, leaving the door open a crack behind him.

He went into the living room and plopped on the sofa. He stirred uncomfortably and then reached under him. He withdrew an empty water gun and tossed it onto the messy floor. He ran a hand through his hair and propped his combat boots up onto the coffee table, making an old burrito wrapper crumple.

He heaved a long sigh and closed his eyes.