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"You're burning up," Eliot said, holding his hand to Parker's forehead. "You are going right back to bed."
"But we had a date," Parker pouted. "Hardison will be upset."
"He will not be upset about you taking care of yourself," Eliot said.
He pushed her back into their bedroom and into the bed. She barely put up any resistance which was a sign of just how bad she was feeling. After making sure that she wasn't going anywhere, Eliot sent a text to Hardison telling him what was going on. It only took a moment for the other man to respond with an affirmative and a note that he was going to be a little later getting home.
Eliot had an idea of what he was going to do son instead of heading to the kitchen he headed to their living room to get it ready for movies.
He was right when just over an hour later Hardison got back carrying a pair of massive containers, both full of soup.
Eliot went back to the bedroom where Parker was staring at the door.
"Come on, Hardison got the soup you like."
She came and they cuddled with their amazing soup,