Swing Set AU; A Bdoc Oneshots Collection

Sick Day

Doc woke up to Tugger standing on his chest, meowing inches from his face. He chuckled as he sat up, stroking the cat's head. When he glanced over at Bdubs' side of the bed, he saw he had already gotten up. He felt a little down that he had woken up before him but shrugged it off. Tugger placed his paws on his chest and stretched, meowing louder.

"Alright, alright I'll get you food," he laughed, pulling the cat off of him so he could climb out of bed.

The grey cat followed him out of the room and as he headed towards the kitchen, he glanced over at the bathroom and found the door ajar. After giving Tugger his breakfast he headed over to the door and lightly knocked. "Morning Bdubs, you alright?" he asked.

His roommate just groaned and he cautiously pushed the door open. Bdubs looked up at him, pale and exhausted as he was kneeling next to the toilet. Doc quickly dropped next to him, brushing the hair out of his face. "How long have you been in here?" he whispered, pressing the back of his hand to his forehead to check his temperature.

"I dunno," Bdubs mumbled, leaning into him. "Since like, five? What time's it now?"

"Honey, it's almost seven." He kissed his temple and began massaging his head. When he saw the look in his eyes, he pulled the stray hair away from his face before Bdubs leaned over the toilet bowl.

A minute later, the freckled male flushed the toilet and shakily stood up. "I think I'm good now," he muttered, washing his hands.

"You call into work and I'll make you some soup," Doc said, kissing the back of his head. Bdubs looked up at him through the mirror.

"What? No, I'm okay now, I'm not gonna call in sick," he protested.

Doc scoffed as Bdubs brushed his teeth. "You have a raging fever. No way in hell you're going into work."

Bdubs grumbled, and he couldn't understand what he said until the end, where he heard, "...whatever, Mom."

He laughed while heading back into the kitchen. He poured both of them glasses of water and began making a pot of soup while he poured himself some cereal. His partner came out of the bedroom a few minutes later and chugged half of the water. "Alright, I called into work. Now you get ready and I'll finish my soup, m'kay? I don't want you being late on my behalf."

"Are you sure?" he fretted. "I can stay home too if you need!"

"I'll be alright, I've been sick by myself before," Bdubs assured him, walking up to him and holding his cheek. Sighing, Doc leaned into his hand.

"Okay, but promise to call me the moment you need something."

"I promise."

-

Bdubs couldn't move.

He felt too sick to eat soup, but he knew things would be worse if he didn't, so he forced himself to eat a small bowl while he took some medicine. He then decided to sit on the floor of the bedroom and play with Tugger for a little.

The more time passed, the weaker he felt. I should really get some sleep. He had thought.

But suddenly, he could feel his fever spike. He curled up on the floor, shaking as his entire body felt like it was on fire. Tugger bonked his head against his arm and mewled at him. Bdubs reached for the blanket and weakly clawed at it.

With great struggle, he finally stood up and braced himself on the bedside table. He didn't want to ask for help, but he promised Doc.

His phone didn't make it past the first ring before his boyfriend picked up. "Is everything okay? Do you need me to come home?" Doc fretted.

Sniffling, Bdubs gripped the table. "Please," he whispered.

"I'll be right there." Hanging up, he crawled onto the bed, not bothering to move over to his own side. His body was shaking as he took a deep breath. The blanket smelled like Doc, and that brought him enough comfort for the time being. Tugger even leaped up and plopped himself next to him.

-

When he awoke, Doc was gently shaking him. "Bdubs? Bdubs please, I need you to wake up," he was saying. It was obvious he was worried, as he wasn't masking it too well.

He opened his mouth to respond, but all that came out was a small, pitiful sound.

"It's okay, I'm here," he murmured, carefully lifting him so he could sit on the bed and hold him in his lap. "I'm gonna move you to the couch, alright?"

He nodded and Doc stood up and carried him out. "Are you still feeling nauseous?" he asked, laying him down.

"A little," he mumbled.

The hybrid placed a bowl of ice water on the coffee table and rung out the washcloth he had soaking in it. He folded it and sat on the couch next to him, gently placing it on his forehead. "Do you want tea?" Doc offered, rubbing his cheek with his thumb.

Bdubs slowly nodded before leaning his face into his hand. He closed his eyes as he felt the other pull away and get up.

-

Doc kept an eye on him as he made the tea, but by the time he returned to the couch, Bdubs had fallen back asleep. He placed the mug down and decided it'd be best if he continued to rest. If the tea gets cold I'll reheat it later.

He sat on the chair next to the futon with his laptop. While he worked, he kept glancing over in hopes to see him stir awake.

-

Before he knew it, hours had passed and still, Bdubs slept. It began to worry the hybrid as he moved to sit on the edge of the couch. He had been constantly soaking the cloth to keep it cool, each time checking his temperature.

It was starting to get late.

"I'm going to make dinner if you want some," he whispered before reluctantly getting up.

He hoped the smell would somehow help, and kept hoping to glance over to find him starting to sit up.

But Bdubs didn't wake up as he cooked.

And he didn't wake up to eat either.

"I'll be in the shower," he softly called.

And then finally, when he stepped out of the bathroom with hair still damp, there was movement.

"Doc?" he heard Bdubs mumble. "What time is it?"

Rushing over, he practically suffocated him in a tight hug. "Are you hungry? Do you feel sick?"

Bdubs patted his back and giggled. "I am a little hungry, yeah." Doc pulled away so he could stare at his face and pulled the cloth from his forehead so he could press a kiss to the space.

"You scared me," he murmured, helping him to his feet.

"I'm sorry," he laughed. "That's just what happens when I'm sick. I get hit really hard for a day but I can typically sleep it off," Bdubs explained with a shrug. "Thank you for caring for me, by the way."

He guided him to the kitchen and kissed his head as he sat at the table. "Of course! Y'know if we could afford it, I wouldn't mind quitting my job and becoming a house husband," he joked.

"I could see it happening," Bdubs teased whilst the leftover dinner was heated up. "Although it'd be even better if we could both just stay home all the time and not have to worry about work."

"And that my dear is called retirement."