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“Don’t let Lando nab my suit once I’m gone, and if Lewis claims he’s just going to look through the upgrades tell him to fuck off okay,” Oscar rolls his eyes hearing Daniel’s croaks from the bathroom.
“Love you caught a stomach bug you’re not dying,”
“You’re not dying!” Daniel rasps and then there’s more retching and Oscar winces in sympathy from the hallway.
Neither of them understands how he could’ve caught it, they’ve spent the last three days together everywhere they went and yet Oscar felt fine while Daniel- well.
“I am never eating anything ever again,” He moans, sounding echo-y like he’s resting his head on the toilet seat Oscar forces out a light laugh.
“Not even my famous waffles?” another moan and then spitting, okay this is officially bad. Usually if by some miracle Daniel gets sick he keeps his quips and snark, him being quiet and not even trying to be snappy is a very bad sign.
There’s complete silence for three minutes where Oscar is standing with his ear to the door fidgeting his fingers and trying to remember what his mum used to do when he had stomach bugs as a kid. Since he got bit he hasn’t had even the hint of a common cold so it’s become a very foreign concept to him. He should probably not mention that to Daniel.
“Do you think it’s something you ate?” Oscar asks before he can think and is answered by a weak whimper. Right. Dumb. Besides they hadn’t tried anything new either in their weekend off together, same beloved places they prefer when they have time on their hands.
“I think-” Daniel cuts himself off and Oscar hears the toilet flush, he waits while the sink turns on and his heart beats a bit faster at the idea of Daniel at least being able to stand up. He’s been curled around the toilet bowl for the last three hours so this is somehow a bit of a win.
“You think?” Oscar jumps back when the door opens, not because he’s worried about catching something but because he literally had his ear plastered to it.
“I think, the wizard cursed me.” Oscar frowns, Daniel’s voice is shot as hell and there is no trace of humor in his tone.
“Wizard?” Daniel starts to nod then pales and pauses.
“He got pissed at me when I stopped his plan to steal the uh,” Daniel blinks and frowns, Oscar takes a quick look to notice how pale he is. He looks weak, almost fragile which makes Oscar ache in a way he can’t properly describe, all he knows is he has to get him back in good health and he has to protect him . This must be the co-dependency Lando keeps yammering about kicking in.
“We can find the wizard later, are you up for leaving the bathroom?” Oscar keeps his tone as gentle as possible and knows normally Daniel would hate being coddled like this but apparently this time he doesn’t have the energy to fight it.
“I think so, I’ll be fucked if there’s anything still in me.” he mutters and glances at their bed only to immediately turn away.
“No laying down?” Daniel points at him in a you got it motion and Oscar bites his lip.
“Sofa?” Daniel frowns and starts moving down the thankfully short hallway towards their living room. He stumbles a bit which causes Oscar to leap to his assistance, wrapping an arm around his waist to steady him.
“M just a bit dizzy,” Daniel mumbles, focusing hard on the sofa and not looking down, letting Oscar guide him carefully until they’re paused by one end.
“Probably from the lack of fluids.” Daniel looks for a split second like he has a comeback but then he goes blank again and Oscar braces himself to run for a bucket. A few seconds pass and nothing goes horribly wrong so Oscar loosens his grip.
“You okay to stand for a second while I get some pillows?” He waits for the half nod and then moves as quickly as he can through their entire apartment until he’s built a comfortable pillow wall at one of the sofa ends. Once done and satisfied with the results he helps Daniel sit down and stretch out his legs. He adjusts the bucket he’d gotten from their cabinet under the sink and Daniel smiles up at him gratefully. God he looks so pale.
“I know this is the last thing you want to hear, but I think we need to get some fluid in you.” Daniel frowns like a kicked puppy and Oscar wants to take it back immediately but he knows that much. Even with the super serum shit in his system dehydration is not gonna end well and no one hates hospitals quite like Daniel.
Daniel seems to realise this too after a few seconds and pouts but doesn’t fight it.
“Okay I’ll pitch some options to try, water?” He scrunches his nose and Oscar nods.
“Gotcha, ginger ale?” A half frown that Oscar takes note of and continues.
“Diet soda?” He vaguely remembers his mum refusing to let him have sugar when he was throwing up way back when, something about it making your system worse longer or something.
Daniel looks half interested so Oscar nods and finds a sprite zero and a ginger ale in their fridge, on the way back he looks through their cupboards and takes a couple of packs of their dry crackers that Daniel secretly loves to have with some fancy cheese when they can afford it, he never admits it but the look on his face is always enough.
Oscar puts it all down on the table next to Daniel after opening both drinks and gently puts his hand on Daniel’s clammy forehead, Daniel sighs in relief at the cold light pressure and Oscar feels a relief unlike any other that he can be directly helpful.
Once his hand warms up he leans down and places a soft kiss on the cool skin and Daniel makes a noise he thinks is positive as he leans back.
“I’ll get you a damp cloth for your forehead, okay love?” Daniel is gnawing on his bottom lip staring at the sprite zero like it’s gonna attack him and Oscar gets a vivid image of little Daniel being sick and scared to eat or drink anything. He needs to call Grace to applaud her for taking care of him without breaking down completely like Oscar feels about to.
“You want me to stay?” Daniel looks up at him, big brown eyes a bit glassy and he opens his mouth and closes it.
“You don’t have to,” he whispers and carefully grabs the soda, taking his time to smell it and then bring it to his lips. He barely takes a sip – Oscar gets why – and then sets it back on the table. They both pause, when a full minute passes without Daniel using the bucket or hauling ass to the bathroom Oscar celebrates an internal victory.
“I know I don’t have to, I want to. Will you let me take care of you this once?” Oscar pleads and Daniel gets a little color in his cheeks, another brief relief.
“You always take care of me.” He answers and Oscar knows he’s smiling like a dope but he doesn’t care. Nothing makes him happier than Daniel letting himself be taken care of, Daniel letting himself be vulnerable with Oscar .
“In that case, I’ll be right back with your cloth and I’ll slice an apple for you too. I read about them the other day, they have loads of nutrition and vitamins and are often used to calm stomach issues." He turns towards the bathroom and snorts at the whispered fond “nerd” that follows him down the hall.
“Your favorite one!” He shouts, wringing out the cloth and sees Daniel tilt his head in acknowledgement when he gets back to the living room. Daniel moans once the cold sensation hits his forehead and Oscar strokes down his cheek lovingly enjoying his partner’s relief.
“Cuddle?” Daniel opens one eye imploringly and Oscar grins.
“Of course, once I get your apple.” Daniel pouts again and it really is too cute, Oscar is aching to kiss him but doesn’t want to risk making him worse.
Getting them both settled with minimal movement on Daniel’s part is a bit of a challenge but Oscar manages rather successfully, he’s handed Daniel the remote and watches as he nibbles carefully on a thin apple slice. Not exactly how he pictured them spending their Sunday together but at least they’re still together. And Oscar is sure once back to 100% Daniel will go back to their normal activities, and activities. Until then Oscar is more than happy to take care of his love for as long as he needs him, and further for that matter. Preferably forever.