Baby, Just Say Yes || Jily & Scorily || ✔️

They Make Shoddy Healers

James Potter I

"Really, Thames." Lily groaned as she rolled over in bed. "I'mb finguh."

"You're fine? Your fever, stuffy nose, and elevated body temperature says otherwise." James put a hand up to Lily's clammy forehead and she couldn't help but lean in to his cold hand.

For the past few days, Lily had come down with the flu and if Lily thought James was clingy before, nothing prepared her for this.

"Lily, have you had your medicine? Madam Pomfrey made it clear you need to take it every three hours."

"Yesh, muuum." Lily rolled her eyes and used a tissue to wipe her red nose. "Honesthly, it's noth that phig a theal!"

"Not that big a deal?" James shouted as he casually took her old tissue from her hand and gave her a new one. "Not that big a deal?"

Lily face-planted into a pillow to block out the noise. "Are chu althways this loudth?"

"You could be dying, Lily!" James sat on the bed beside her. "Did you have some of the soup I brought you?"

"'mm not hungry," she mumbled feverishly.

Taking it as a sign to take matters into his own hands, James took the bowl of soup from her bedside and began feeding her tiny spoonfuls of the creamy concoction. "You have to keep your energy up, love. It's the only way to fight it."

"I don't need coddling, Pottah."

"Resorting to last names, are you now, Evans?" James gave another slurp of soup to the sick girl.

"You're being vewwy annoything." Lily opened her mouth for another bite.

"Am I?"

"Yesh."

"Yes." James corrected.

"That's what I said: yesh." Lily glared at the boy when he started snickering at her mispronunciations. "Oh, shuth up."

"Oh yesh, you're definitely not sick." Once James finished feeding Lily the rest of the soup, he got up and prepared to leave. "Well then, I'll just be off since you don't need me and I'm so annoything."

"Wait, Pottah!" Lily called out desperately.

"Yesh, Evans?" James asked, a twinkle in his eye.

"You're noth annoything..." she mumbled quietly.

"What was that?" James cupped his ear and leaned in comically.

"Stay," she demanded, patting the empty side of the bed next to her. James had always been there for her and she knew she would miss his presence as soon as he left.

James grinned and threw his stuff down, jumping into bed next to Lily. "For you, lovely Lily, alwa—ACHOO!"

Lily looked at the boy with concern. "Are chu getthing sick too?"

"No." James shook his head. "I'm fi—ACHOO! I'mb fin—ACHOO!"

Lily giggled and wrapped her arm around James's torso, snuggling her head right on his chest. "Ips othay. We'll be sick together."

"I was supposed to help you get better," James sniffled, realizing his nose had begun running. "I'm sorry I haven't helped you get better."

Lily nodded against his chest and James could feel her drifting off to sleep. "I'mb feelin' bettah already."

She looked quite the mess, with her runny nose and worn out pajamas, but James swore he never saw anyone more beautiful than her. James too felt himself getting sleepy and began to close his eyes, a final thought floating in his head: if her getting better meant him getting sick, it was a risk he was willing to take.