Requested by @Emi_The_Enby-13
You said you didn't care which ship and I think Sammy and Norman would do good for this one.
Sammy had to go finish this song by Friday, and it was Thursday. He was starting to panic because he might not get it done in time.
He turned his head away to sneeze, then focused back onto his work. His throat hurt like hell and his nose was stuffy.
He ignored it though and kept working. He stretched and then collapsed into a coughing fit. There was a knock on the door.
"Sammy? Are you alright?" Someone asked from the other side.
Sammy kept coughing, not able to say anything. The door was opened and Norman poked his head in. "Sam, you okay?" He asked, walking over and patting his friend on the back.
Sammy took a breath and held back any more coughing. "Y-yeah." He said, his voice cracking and sounding weak.
He turned away from Norman to sneeze. "Are you sick?" Norman asked, looking worried.
"Of course not, just uh...just a cough." Sammy lied, hoping he wouldn't have to throw up.
"Lawrence, are you lying to me?" Norman said sternly, leaning down to Sammy's height.
"I'm not lying I'm fine." Sammy crossed his arms. His stomach churned, signalling him he needed to throw up.
He suddenly got up and dashed out. Norman was quick to follow. Sammy didn't even have time to close the stall door before he was throwing up into the toilet.
"Sammy! Are you alright?" Norman asked, crouching on the ground beside him.
"Yes, I'm fine. I need to finish my work." Sammy stood up, but his legs were wobbly and his head spun, causing him to sink back down to the floor.
Norman pulled the sick man into his lap. "You're obviously sick, no work for you." Norman said, standing up with Sammy held in his arms.
"But Norman, I need to finish this or Joey might fire me!" Sammy whined. Norman kept walking towards the exit.
"No excuse, health comes first. I'm taking you to my house and I'm going to look after you until you get better." Norman said sternly.
""What if I get you sick?" Sammy asked, groggily looking up at Norman.
"Doesn't matter. Nothing you say can make me change my mind. If I get sick then oh well." Norman shrugged.
"I appreciate you wanting to take care of me Norm, but I really need to get my work done. I'll get fired if I don't." Sammy whined, weakly trying to squirm away.
"I'll take care of you and you can't stop me. I'll talk to Joey and Henry about it, because I know Joey won't do anything if Henry knows about it." Norman said.
Sammy let out an exaggerated sigh, which caused him to start coughing again. "Aww, poor baby." Norman cooed jokingly.
"Shut up." Sammy grouched. Norman placed him in the passenger seat of his truck, and said if he ran away he'd baby him.
Not wanting to be treated like a child more than he already was, Sammy stayed put. Norman clambered into the drivers seat and started the truck.
"When I'm un-sick, I'm going to slap you." Sammy said.
"I bet you will." Norman teased. When they got to Norman's house, Sammy tried getting out on his own and his head started swimming, his vision spotted and multiplied.
"Do you need help?" Norman asked, rushing over to Sammy's side.
"No! It's just a cold that's all-" Sammy passed out.
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Sammy groaned as he sat up. He was on a couch in a slightly familiar place. Norman's couch. Sammy glanced around, his head feeling a bit better after resting.
The door opened and Norman came into the house from outside, and hung his coat up. He looked over at Sammy and smiled.
"Did you just wake up?" He asked. Sammy nodded. "Work just ended by the way, and Joey's mad but Henry knows and your job is fine." Norman explained.
"Thanks Norm." Sammy said. He was grateful to have a friend like Norman. The tall man passed the couch to go to another room, ruffling Sammy hair as he walked past.
"Any time." He said. "Get some more rest, and I can make dinner for you." Norman said.
"You don't have to-" Sammy started, but was cut off.
"Sleeping people don't talk." Norman said, leaving the room.
Sammy glared after him, then huffed and drifted off to sleep again.
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The musician woke up to Norman poking him. "Mmph-." Sammy huffed, sitting up a bit dizzily.
"I made you chicken soup, can you see fine?" Norman asked.
"There's two of you, so no." Sammy smiled weakly. Norman smirked.
"If you can't see right, then I have to feed you." He chuckled.
"Wha-! No! No way!" Sammy denied. "I can see fine." He lied.
"Don't you lie mister, now open up." Norman said. Sammy shook his head. "Yes, or I will force your jaw open and it will not be nice." Norman warned.
Sammy huffed and opened his mouth. Norman fed him soup while the blonde man blushed in embarrassment of having his friend feed him.
It was dark out by now and despite sleeping a lot that day, Sammy was still exhausted. Norman patted his head.
"Get some more sleep Sam, and you'll probably feel better in the morning." Norman leaned down and without thinking, kissed his forehead.
Sammy's face burned red, but he couldn't help smiling.
The following day, Sammy was all better, but Norman, he was now sick. Sammy couldn't wait to baby him for revenge.
