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Bad shook as he sneezed into the crook of his elbow, soon followed by a wet sniffle. The power of his sneeze had sent his head flying forward and caused the white eyed demons' pounding headache to increase. He groaned quietly before he threw his and Skeppys' multi coloured bedsheets over his head to block out the early morning light. He reached his hand out to pull his other half closer, only for his hand to pat an empty spot. Bad frowned and uncovered his head as he sat up slowly. He didn't want to cause his head anymore pain than it already was in. He squinted against the light as he turned around, and as concluded, Skeppy's side of the bed was empty and Bad can't help but let out a disappointed whine.
He really wanted Skeppy next to him. Bad absolutely hated being sick. He hated how his headache would pound against his skull and how easily it convinced him that it would most likely split his head in two. But he couldn't do much more than lie in bed and deal with it. If Skeppy were to find out that he were feeling sick, the other would instantly flick into mother hen mode and force feed him until he was better and well. And as much as Bad loves Skeppy, he doesn't want to worry the other any more than he would be IF the diamond-hybrid were to find out.
But oh, how much Bad longed for Skeppys' cuddles.
Bads' tail smacked against the mattress in frustration. Not only about being sick and feeling as if his insides were about to become outsides, no, but because of the amount of work he needed to do. He and Skeppy had planned to go out and mine for some resources as they were considerably low on coal and wood. But with one look at Bads' sick flushed face and runny nose, he would immediately cancel their plans and force the demon back into bed, which, Bad didn't want.
Bad sighed softly and rubbed at his temples in search of some sort of relief. It did nothing though, his head continued to hurt, even when he laid back down.
Yup. There was no getting out of this one.
The door to their bedroom opened and it screeched loudly as it was pushed back, Skeppys' head poking in from the other side. "Bad?"
Bad hummed in acknowledgement, knowing that if he spoke, he would most definitely throw up. He buried his face further into his pillow. He could practically hear Skeppy frown from the other side of the room, but he ignored it.
He honestly just wanted to sleep.
The door squeaked some more before the soft clicks of Skeppys' feet shuffling along the floor followed closer to where Bad laid. Bad closed his eyes and let out a shallow breath, his stomach churning.
Skeppy halted by theit bed and looked at the burrito of blankets that Bad had wrapped himself in. He stepped closer to Bad and layed his hand on the blankets, his worry growing further when he felt the amount of heat radiating through the thick material.
Bad was a demon from the nether, Skeppy understood that. He knew that they were to keep themselves at a certain temperature that they would deem to be comfortable, but this heat was different. Almost unbearable. It felt scorching against his palm and Skeppy practically had to rip his hand off as Bads' heat instantly burnt against his skin and became too hot for him to touch.
Skeppy cursed under his breath and looked over his hand. As expected, his hand was slowly turning red and he was sure that blisters were to appear soon. He looked down at his boyfriend with worry.
"Hey, Bad, are you feeling alright?" Skeppy asked and leant over the other who only grumbled something in response. Skeppy gently peeled back the covers that were hiding Bads' face and he gasped softly as he noticed the sweat that glistened over his forehead in the low light of their bedroom. The demon also began to shiver uncontrollably and weakly reached for the covers.
"S'geppy!" He whined pathetically and continued to claw for the comforter that Skeppy had held back. "I'm cold!"
Skeppy tucked Bad back in and sighed. "You're fucking sick." Skeppy said and ran a hand through his hair anxiously. Bad blinked up at Skeppy owlishly and didn't say anything, not even a 'language!' at the foul word that Skeppy allowed to slip out.
"I'm… I'm not." Bad finally replied slowly and turned over so he could face Skeppy, who infact, had a look of worry plastered on his face. Bad shivered. "I'm just cold."
Skeppy sighed and held his hand to his boyfriends' forehead, hissing in alarm and retracting his hand at the heat that rolled off. "Bad! You're fucking boiling!" Skeppy exclaimed before he bolted out of the room. "Stay right there!"
Bad listened as he heard pans clattering before a glass smashed and Bad flinched when he realised that he was actually sick. Worse than he had originally intended before. His throat was dry and scratchy, his head hurt as if he were being stabbed and his nose had the runs and Bad was in desperate need of some tissues.
Oh, and his stomach only began to churn too. Which was honestly the worst part.
And now he felt extremely guilty for the fact that Skeppy had to take care of him now even when the diamond-hybrid had insane amounts of work to do. Work Bad promised he'd help him with.
Bad blinked back the unnecessary tears that were pooling in his eyes. Why is he crying? This is over something so little. Don't be so stupid.
But Bad couldn't help it.
For one, he felt like shit and two, he had most likely let Skeppy down. Bad knew it could be his feverish brain telling him lies, but of course, Bad had a heart of gold. He would believe anything someone told him, he was too kind for his own good and he always seemed to put others Infront of himself. And to think that Skeppy would be working by himself outside, mining ores and gathering wood all while he was in bed sick, made Bad feel like absolute shit.
Especially when the two of them vowed to stay by each other's sides for the rest of eternity.
Bad snapped out of his thoughts when he felt a wet rag lay over his forehead and he whined out and shivered with the cold. Skeppy hushed him gently.
"Say, 'ah'."
Bad opened his mouth obediently, and Skeppy popped the thermometer in before telling Bad to close his mouth and make sure the stick was under his tongue. While they waited for the beeping to occur, Bad looked up at Skeppy and noticed that his lovers' eyebrows were knitted together in a serious frown and guilt bubbled up inside of his chest. He wanted nothing more than to smoothen them out with his thumb and take all of Skeppys' worries away.
Bad glanced around the room and his tail once again begun to hit the mattress with his anxiety, catching the diamond-hybrids' attention immediately. Skeppy leant over him, his brown orbs filled with worry. "What's wrong, Bad?" He asked gently and Bads' face scrunched up. "Are you okay?" He could hear the panic on the others' voice and tried his best to keep calm and not tear up.
But that's exactly what he did.
Bads' eyes brimmed with unshed tears and he just shook his head. The thermometer finally beeped and Skeppy eagerly reached out for it, examining it.
"104.2" Skeppy read aloud, "you've got a fever." He said and Bad couldn't contain his tears. Demons were never to get sick, it was so rare to see a demon with a cold. Well, any symptom of sickness really. There were no infections or viruses of any kind in the nether as the place was too goddamn hot, so it must be an Earth thing. But why was he so upset about it?
Skeppy must've noticed because he gasped softly and stared down at Bads' tear tracked face. He reached out for Bad, his face furthermore worried and anxious for his lover. "Oh, no, no, no." He said and leaned down to press a kiss to the demons' hot face. He could still hear Bads' tail flicking violently against the mattress and Skeppy finally noticed how much of a toll this was taking on his boyfriend. "Please, Bad. C'mon don't cry, it's okay." Skeppy cooed as he attempted to coax the demon into calming down, but to no avail, Bad continued to cry silently and averted his gaze to the other side of the room, guilty and sad.
"It's not." Bad said after a couple of moments and sniffed. His voice was hoarse. "I feel stupid."
Skeppy frowned. "Why do you feel stupid?" He asked and pet Bads' hair, earning just a small purr in return. "You have nothing to feel stupid about."
"You have to work alone…" Bad tried to reason and buried himself further under the covers. "Even when I promised I'd be there, so I could help you. I don't want you to do our work by yourself. We're meant to do it together." Bad was sniffling now and Skeppy cooed again before he pressed another kiss to the sick demons' blotchy cheeks.
"I wasn't going to get any if you were sick anyways." Skeppy said softly. He locked eyes with Bads' and smiled gently. "I want you to rest, but under my care. I'm not going to leave you home alone when obviously, you need me. So I'm staying."
Bad sniffed again and nodded. "O-okay." He replied quietly and looked up at Skeppy again. "But resources?"
"I can get them tomorrow." He reasoned and grabbed one of Bads' hands and pressed a swift kiss to the knuckles."I love you, baby."
Bad blushed bright red at the sudden use of the petname, but said nothing about it. He purred and closed his eyes, feeling content. "I love you too, G'eppy!" He said happily and relaxed into the covers.
Skeppy smiled.
"Now move your fat ass off my side of the bed so I can get in."
"LANGUAGE!"