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You return home from work to a surprisingly quiet apartment. You could’ve sworn that Guy didn’t have work tonight, but you could easily be mistaken.
Coming into your bedroom, you find that your boyfriend is sleeping. Weird. Your eyes move to look at the TV, his comfort show is playing softly. He must’ve restarted it, but why? He only watches it when he needs it.
Gingerly, you approach him, hand reaching out to comb his hair back. You nearly physically reel your hand away when you come into contact with his skin. He is burning hot.
“Guy?” You whisper, putting the back of your hand on his forehead. He is running a high fever. “Oh, babe.” You smile sadly.
Quietly and quickly, you change from your work clothes into comfortable clothes. Then you go through your apartment, getting everything together. Getting him a large water bottle of cold water, medicine, and fresh blankets from the storage. Returning to the room, you change out the blankets around him.
Guy whines as you pull the old blanket off him.
“I know, I know.” You mutter, laying out the fresh one on top of him.
“I’m dying,” He whines, reaching his arms out to you.
You smile, sitting down next to him. Guy’s death grip on you is quick, wrapping his arms around your waist. You laugh to hide your annoyance as he pulls you down onto the bed.
“Babe, babe,” You shove against him lightly. “I know you don’t feel good, and I’m sorry. Would you please let me go?”
“No.” He frowns, hiding his face in his pillow. “I need you.”
You sigh, petting his hair again. Guy is a sucker for pets. “I got you meds and water,”
“Drugs?” He looks at your face. “Drugs for Guy?”
You chuckle, rolling your eyes in annoyance. “Yes, you have an insane fever and if I can’t get it to go down, I’m bringing you to urgent care.”
Guy sits up, eyes quickly looking for the drugs.
You grab the Tylenol, taking two of them out of the bottle and handing them to him.
“Tylenol?”
“They’re the best at home fever reducers.” You say, grabbing his water bottle.
Guy takes them quickly. “Now will you cuddle me? Please?” He asks, laying down again.
You smile softly, “How long have you been feeling like this, babe?” You ask as you tuck yourself under the covers next to him.
“I had a headache last night,” He whispers. “But I thought it was because I was playing games all day but…when I woke up this morning I felt like death.”
“Is it worse or better now?”
“The same.” He says.
You nod, “Okay. Get some sleep, please.” You reach out, petting his hair and kissing his forehead. “If you get me sick, I’ll murder you.” You whisper.
Guy chuckles, puckering his lips for a kiss.
You roll your eyes, moving closer to kiss him on the lips. “Murder.” You emphasize as you pull away.
“Later,” He whispers, closing his eyes.
You continue to pet his hair, waiting as he drifts back to sleep.