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Matthew groaned as he returned from work. He just wanted to lay down. That's all he wanted to do all day. Was he finally getting burnout? No, that's impossible! He loved acting.
He was probably fine.
...probably.
He flopped into bed, curling up. He felt cold, so he pulled the covers over him, groaning as his body ached. What the fuck was wrong with him?
....
Gideon did not expect to see his partner groaning in bed sweating.
"Matthew, are you okay?" He asked, sitting beside his miserable partner. He gently pushed his bands away from his sweaty forehead, wincing when he felt how warm Matthew was. "You're warm..."
Matthew just groaned, curling up further. He suddenly shot up and ran to the bathroom, retching into the toilet.
"Shit, Matt, you okay?" Gideon asked, despite knowing that Matthew was anything but okay.
"F-fine." Matthew coughed. "Probably just ate something bad." He gagged before puking again.
"Don't bullshit me, Matthew." Gideon said bluntly, rubbing his ill partner's back. He took Matthew's hair from the front of his face, holding it back so it wouldn't get sick on it. "Just get it out, okay?"
"...fine." Matthew coughed again.
"Good."