"Sheldon, you know you can't go outside in just my hoodie and a pair of boxers. I don't care if you're too hot, I don't need you getting sick."
Some Days I'm not sure what I am gonna do with my lover. It's the middle of fall and he thinks it is too hot.
"I won't get sick, I'm a big boy and big boys don't get sick." he says.
"Okay. If you get sick I don't wanna hear anything about the icky grape medicine." I say.
After he goes out into the backyard, I start to gather everything I might need. See since Sheldon is such a germaphobe it's a lot easier for him to get sick. I pity him sometimes, like when he got food poison but this time I have no pity for him. I finish getting everything I need which includes some head and sinus relief, a thermometer, the so-called icky grape flavoured children's medicine and a bottle of raspberry gatorade. Just as I sit the basket down, Sheldon walks in.
"Come here." I pat the couch as I wave him over.
"I'm not si-Achoo-ck. Fine, I might be a little bit sick." He grumbles, sitting in his spot.
"Do you want some medicine love?" I ask as I get him some better clothes.
"No, I'm not that sick." He replies.
After I get him into warm clothes, we sit and watch some movies. About an hour later I could tell that it was time to make him take some medicine. As I reach over to get both meds and his drink, I watch as he tries to escape.
"Sheldon, if you're not sick as you keep saying, why did you try to escape?" I ask, pouring out the right amount for him.
As soon as he opens his mouth to respond, I shove the spoon with the medicine into his mouth. I then quickly pull the spoon back out and start moving one hand down his throat. Doing so stimulates your brain into swallowing.
"That was mean of you." He says, pouting.
"No, I wasn't being mean to you. You just have a habit of not taking medicine." I say, handing him the other meds and his drink.
I watch as he sets them on the coffee table and tries to lay down, but I'm still on the couch making it so he can't lay down just yet.
"Love, you do realise you have two options here right! You can either take your meds like the big boy you claim to be or they can go in the other end of you." I told him.
I watch as he picks up the meds and quickly takes them.
"See now that wasn't so hard? Your next dose is in 8 hours." I say, standing up.
I could tell that the meds were working after a bit because he was having a hard time staying awake. After getting him into his bed and all tucked in he was out. I set my alarm to 2:30 am and went to bed myself.
Time Skip to the morning.
After my almae goes off for what feels like the fifth time, I slowly make my way out of bed grabbing my glasses and making my way to Sheldon's room.
"Sheldon-"
There laying in the bed is Sheldon but the thing is he has his stuffed cat. He only has that out if he is feeling really sick.
"Oh buddy, why didn't you come get me?" I ask, moving to sit on his bed.
"You were sleeping, didn't want to wake you" He says.
"Love, I don't care if I was sleeping. If you need me then wake me. I'm gonna go make you some tea." I kiss his head, making my way out.
After the tea was done and he drank it, he ended up falling back asleep. We spent the day sleeping or cuddling. By late that same night Sheldon was feeling a lot better.
Bonus
"That is what you get for kissing me, babe." Sheldon says.
"Your fault I'm sick" I grumble out.
"Suck it up and take your medicine, then you can sleep. The body needs plenty of rest." He says, handing the two pills over.
"You gonna cuddle with me?" I ask, already pulling him down.
"It looks like I am. Now go to sleep" He says, pulling the blankets up more.
The End.
