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Your nose is red raw, your eyes are practically taps from how much they're watering and your throat is simply burning. The medicine hasn't taken effect and your honey and lemon drinks, much to your dismay, are clearly not soothing the scratchiness of your throat. Just what you need on a Sunday evening.
You quickly remember to alert your boyfriend of your condition, and warn him not to come anywhere near your door.
hey, would love to see you but have come down with the worst cold. dont want you to catch anything. love you :) x
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yeah right, like that'll stop me. see you in 10
You drop the phone lazily next to you and let out a sigh. This will only cause you to worry. You really wouldn't want to get him into any bother at work, given he has Monday Night Raw in the morning, where he's supposedly making an appearance and do a couple of promos, and you would never want a sickness stemming from you to stop that. However, you've come to learn just how incredibly stubborn Cody is, and he just won't take no for an answer.
Exactly 10 minutes later, your doorbell sounds and you heave your weak self out of bed. Your bones have now begun to ache and your neck hurts from coughing. He really does not need to see you like this.
You walk towards the door and leave the latch chained, unlocking the other part.
"You're gonna get sick." You manage to croak out.
"I've already been sick three times this year, surely I'm immune by now?"
"Wouldn't want you to take a risk. Raw tomorrow." You push the door slightly closed but he slides his hand through the gap.
"We pre-recorded the segment already. Come on." He peeks into the gap in the door. You can hear the joy in his voice, and you know you can't say no to it. You slide the latch off and back away from the door, sitting on a stool in the kitchen island. Cody enters the house, two paper bags and a bouquet of flowers with him. You rest your head on your knuckles and watch as he unpacks the contents on to the countertop.
"Okay, so I didn't know if flowers would affect your sickness even more, because, you know, pollen, but the lady in the florists said that these ones would be good, I hope they're alright. Then we have some chocolates, I know you like these ones but I wanted these too, so I got a few...some painkillers, in case of headaches- oh, and I had to get you one of these teddies-" He cuts himself off and looks you in the eyes, panicked. "What, did I forget something?"
You shake your head and smile softly.
"Oh, well. Good. Do you want some tea? I'll make a pot." He lays the bags flat and proceeds towards the kettle promptly. You make a mental note of his kindness and make your way to the living room.
Soon enough, a steaming mug of tea awaits you by your side as you go to change the channel. Cody towers over you, smiling warmly. “Hope lemon and ginger is okay. Thought it’d be good for the throat.” He goes to settle down next to you, so you eventually give in and let him. You lean into his side and look up at him, “Sure you’re not worried about getting sick? I don’t want-“
He cuts you off abruptly by pressing a kiss to your lips. “It’s okay, I promise. Anything for you.”
You smile into the kiss, cupping his jaw with your hand.
“I love you.”
”Always.” He whispers.