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Netzach groaned, rubbing his temples as he sat up - the best as he could because of Hod wrapped around him like vice - in his and Hod's shared bed. Hod wriggled around, unlatching herself from his warm body and yawned, sitting up with him. She pecked his cheek with a light kiss, causing him to kiss her softly on the lips. “Mmm… g'morning 'Zach..” Hod mumbled sleepily. “Good morning Hod.. How'd you sleep, my love?” He said back to her, in an equally sleepy voice. “I slept well, you were warm 'nd it was nice…” She admitted sheepishily, causing him to giggle and kiss her freckle-dusted cheek. He nuzzled his head into the crook of her neck, sighing softly and breathing in her addicting scent, Hod slightly scratching the back of his head, his long green hair draping over his back and shoulders.
Netzach whimpered in pain as he nuzzled more into Hod's neck, she tilted her head, her blue eyes fixated on the pathetic man - that she loves to death - in front of her. “What's wrong dear?” She said softly into his ear, making him shudder slightly. “Ugh…. my throat is killin’ me plus I have a raging headache… I'm also extremly sore - even though we didn't even fuck this night..” Hod slightly flicked the back of his head as he said that, causing them both to giggle. “Hold on, I'll check your temperature." She said, slightly wiggled away from his grip and walked out of their bedroom. He watched her walk out and whimpered sadly, already missing her. He went under his blanket (which was more of a comforter but he could care less really.) his whole body was sore so he stretched all his limbs out, groaning. Hod came back into the room with a thermometer and some medicine.
Hod put the medicine on their bedstand as she took his temperature. She looked at it and sighed, showing it to Netzach - it read 101.67. He groaned and flipped over onto his side so he was able to look at Hod fully now. “Well… You have a fever.. Do you want me to make you anything? Soup? Tea? Toast?- whatever you want I'll make it for you, my love.” She said softly to him, he sat up in their bed and rubbed his temples, grabbing some of the pain killers she set down. “Could you make me some tea and soup…? Please…?” He said softly to her, groaning as he swallowed a ball of spit. He hated getting sore throats as he always felt like he was back in Lobotomy Corp. with them, at least he has his wonderful wife, Hod, she always cares for him when he's sick, not caring if she got sick as well. “Got it. I love you, 'Zach. Get some rest for me, will ya?” She said kissing his forehead before taking their thermometer and walking out of their bedroom and shutting the door softly. Netzach nestled himself under his comforter, the soft whirring of their fan helped him drift back to sleep.
Netzach awoke to the smell of chamomile tea and vegetable soup wafting through their apartment, he groaned, rolling onto his side to read the alarmclock. 12:54 pm. He had been sleeping for 2 hours, than why did the apartment smell like Hod just made him some tea and soup as if he was already awake? He sat up, stretching a bit, grabbing his thin glassess (headcannon😋) and putting them on. He got out of the bed and grabbed his robe, putting it on before he left the bedroom and entered the living room/kitchen. Hod noticed him and trotted over, kissing him on the cheek.”Awww… look who's finally up… you feeling any better, love?” She cooed, slightly teasing him, causing him to roll his eyes playfully. He returned the favor by kissing her forehead. “Mmmm… only slightly… I got a raging fuckin’ headache, say, do we have any ibuprofen?” He said yawning a bit, scratching the back of his neck softly. Hod clicked her tongue. “Maybe..? Here, just sit down first, I'll look.” She guided him to the couch, making him sit before she trotted off to go look for said ibuprofen.
She came back with the pill in her hand, she went over to the kitchen counter and grabbed the tea she made for him. “Here, I found it. Take it with a small sip of this, to get something in your system. It should also help a bit if your throat hurts. I also made some vegetable soup if you want some, it's on the stove right now but if you want a bowl I can make you a bowl of it.” She said putting the tea and pain killer on the coffee table, he grabbed both, put the pill in his mouth and took a bigish swig of the tea. He took another sip of the tea, but this time he savoured the flavour; It had a herby base taste, with a slight hint of lemon and a bit of rosemary, and an even sighted hint of some steamed petals - unknown what flower though. He loved the way it felt as if it was nipping at his tongue and throat, slightly calming him and easing the pain in his throat slightly, he sighed through his nose as he took another small swig of the tea, it was addicting. He then remembered the soup Hod had made, he got up to waltz over to the kitchen, where Hod was presumably making herself some lunch, she smiled at him as she stirred a giant pot. “Do you want some soup? It has carrots, mushrooms, corn, and beef. I can add anything - if we have it though. The broth is just water, beef flavouring, a bit of lemon zest and some thyme.” Hod said, still stirring the soup, it was bubbling from the heat of the stove. Netzach nodded softly, signaling he wanted some of the soup she was making.
“Alrighty, go sit down, I'll serve you some.” She said, Netzach complying and sitting at their dining table, setting his tea down with him. He coughed a bit and groaned, mumbling to himself. He took his glasses off for a second to rub at his temples and eyes as he yawned, he was extremely fatigued and tired from being sick. As Hod came by setting the bowl of soup on his spot he mumbled a small thank you, before getting his soup spoon and drinking some of the broth - it tasted like an ancient tonic. Like he was going to gain some super powers from drinking it. What super powers? Being sick and congested like a loser? Sounds lame. He continued to drink the broth before finally trying the soup, his eyes widening. Hod watched from the stove, eyeing him like a hawk watching its prey. She watched as his eyes practically lit up the room - it was good then, right? Whatever, it didn't matter. All that mattered was that she was with the love of her life, caring for him, that's all that made her happy.