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Tim groaned and pulled his pillow over his head to block out the sunlight already streaming through the bedroom window. His head was throbbing, and all he wanted was to go back to sleep immediately.
The bed shifted, dipping him toward Matt's side for a moment, and he whimpered at the slight movement.
"What's wrong?" Matt asked as his hand came to rest on Tim's shoulder.
"Migraine," he mumbled.
"What?"
"Migraine," he said, a little louder.
"Shit."
Tim swallowed against the sudden rush of saliva in his mouth. After a moment, he realized he wasn't going to be able to stop the inevitable, so he rolled out of bed and made a dash for the bathroom. He fell to his knees in front of the toilet and heaved.
He had no idea how much time passed, but he felt a cool, damp washcloth settle on the back of his neck at one point. Eventually, the sick feeling subsided and he flushed the toilet before leaning over and curling up on the bathroom rug.
"You'll feel better in bed," Matt whispered from somewhere above and behind him.
"Stayin' here."
"Do you still feel sick?"
"Nothing left to throw up."
"Then, come on. Get up slowly. I pulled the blackout curtains in the bedroom."
Tim opened an eye and looked up at Matt, who was leaning on his crutches in the doorway. He was frowning, clearly upset that Tim was so ill.
"Come on," Matt urged. "I already called the office for you. Let's just get you back to bed."
He took a shaky breath and then slowly got to his feet. The room swayed but stilled pretty quickly. Matt held out a capful of mouthwash, and Tim rinsed the nasty taste from his tongue before following his boyfriend into the bedroom. True to Matt's word, the heavy curtains had been drawn, and the room was relatively dark. He lay down on the bed and closed his eyes.
It was quiet for a minute; all he could hear was the sound of Matt's feet shuffling through the apartment. He opened his eyes, saw the crutches propped up by the door, and wondered vaguely through the pounding behind his eyes what Matt was up to.
It didn't take long for him to appear in the bedroom with a bottle of water, a pill, and an icepack. "Here you go. I found your Imitrex bottle."
"Thanks." He sat up on his elbows and took the pill, then the water, then the icepack. "You're amazing. What did I do to deserve you?"
"Just lucky, I guess," Matt teased. "Get some rest."
Tim reached out and squeezed his arm. "Love you."
"Right back at you." Matt kissed the tip of his nose and then turned to climb off the bed.
Tim clutched his arm tighter, not letting him get up. "Stay with me?"
"Sure." Matt smiled and lay down beside him. "Go back to sleep. It'll be better when you wake up."
~End Part 1