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You knew something was wrong when the stinging in your throat and a headache so bad that the alarm light hurt. You woke up at three in the morning, grateful it was your day off and Billy was on the job. You loved him, but he was the most anxious nurse on the planet, and there was no way you needed the level of concern he would give you.
You rolled out of bed and headed to the medicine cabinet, downing as much as you could safely take before returning to bed, with any luck, you would be on your feet by the time Billy got home in the morning.
The hours passed in a daze of sleeping and waking, and even though you knew Billy was coming home soon, you couldn't bring yourself to open the metal shutters that kept the light from your shared bedroom. Just as you were trying to create an excuse for why you were still in bed at midday, you heard the front door open. "Y/n, your car's in the lot, I thought you were spending your day off at the pier with Karen?"
The door swung open, and you squinted automatically, the lingering pain in your skull turning the tiny slit of light into a stabbing pang of agony. He felt your forehead and then rushed to close the door before returning to your bedside with what you were sure was a worried expression. "You're sick, why didn't you tell me?"
You swallowed and hoped your voice wouldn't fail you. "Because you'd worry, it's just a cold."
He huffed and stroked your face, the contact chasing away the biting at your skin from the fever. "Of course I'm going to worry. I love you." He sighed and looked at his watch. "When did you last take something?"
"Three, but I'm fine, it will go faster if I let the fever run its course." It didn't matter, he had already left your side to get drugs from the cabinet, and you knew there would be no point in protesting when he returned with them.
Much to your annoyance, he propped up the pillows behind you as you sat and handed the glass and the pills in his hand. "If you're not feeling better in an hour I'm calling Curt." That was enough for you to take them down and Billy pressed a kiss to your forehead before standing up again. "I'm just going to wash the day off, and I'll join you."
He was back at your side ten minutes later, wrapping his arms around you as he pulled you into his chest. "Call me next time and I'll leave work."
His tone left no room for debate, and you nodded. "Only if you promise to not worry as much."
He chuckled and hugged you tighter. "I'll try."
Thankfully, forty-five minutes later, you started to feel better, stretching out of his arms as Billy gave you a knowing look. "I'm guessing waiting out the fever wasn't the only option."
You sighed. "No, I guess not. I'm just going to get from fresh air, you wanna come?"
His arms tightened around you, and he shook his head. "Can I just hold you a little longer?"
"Of course." You took a deep breath, the smell of his shower gel filling your lungs. "Thank you for looking after me, Billy. You might be worrywart, but I love you."
He chuckled and kissed your cheek. "I love you too y/n."
Fin