Philinda Stuff

The fun surprise

The amount of request I've gotten for this... is insane...

SO I DID IT!!!!
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Mays eyes fluttered open once she woke up early in the morning. She groaned tiredly and held a hand to her head. There was an unnaturally familiar churn in her stomach that made her mouth water and forehead burn.

Before she had a second thought she was running to the bathroom, barley making it to the toilet before she doubled over and threw up.

And that's how Coulson found her this morning. He woke up to the sound of her gasping for breath, he was immediately on his feet and headed in the bathroom.

"Melinda?!" He walked into the very bright room and saw her leaning against the bathtub hands laid loosely over her stomach. "Hey.. Hey..." He sat down next to her and placed an arm around her. May groaned and shifted onto him.

"Coulson what are you doing out of bed?" She asked weakly.

"Well when you hear the love of your life gasping for breath in the bathroom you tend to want to make sure she's alright." May scoffed through a slight smile. "What's got you so sick?"

"I'm not sick it's just reflux." May argued. Coulson put the back of his hand up to her forehead.

"Hm? Does reflux involve a fever?"

"I do not have a feav-" May was cut off by a sudden coughing attack mixed with a set of gags that sent her over the edge. She quickly sat up and threw up for what felt like the hundredth time into the toilet. Coulson wasn't hesitant at all in grabbing her hair and pulling it back, making it easier for her.

"Okay...okay..." Once May finished she leaned her head on her arms which rested on the seat of the toliet. Coulson kissed her shoulder and stroked her hair back. "Yeah I think you're sick..." May just moaned and leaned back onto him.

"Hold on," Coulson stood up and grabbed a wash cloth, he ran it over cold sink wanter until it was mostly soaked. He squatted down and placed it on her forehead. "Okay... I'm gonna move you..." May just nodded in response.

Coulson hooked an arm under her legs and picked her up. He very carefully took her over to their bed and set her down in it. May groaned and shut her eyes as she departed from Coulson. He put the covers a top of her and fixed them up a little.

"Hey," Coulson said softly, stroking her hair back. "Melinda, do you need anything?" May swallowed and shook her head.

Coulson was getting worried, she normally had a very strong immune system. That meant that every time she did get sick it was normally something fairly bad that had her in bed for almost a week.

"God I feel like I'm gonna be sick again..." she muttered. Coulson turned over his side and picked up a small trash can that was directly next to their bed. He placed it to where she could access it if she needed it. Then Coulson gently sat May up, he moved himself to sit behind her.

May grabbed the trash can and held it up in front of her. At first it was a small gag that made her eyes water. Coulsons hand traveled around to grab her hand. May gripped his tight as she leaned over the trash can, throwing up nothing but bile.

May took deep breaths, her whole body aching. Coulson turned her head and whipped her mouth with his sleeve. He then moved his leg and gently laid May back down beside him.

"I'm gonna go get you some water cause you're probably dehydrated, some crackers, cause that's probably the only thing you can keep down, and some medicine after Simmons sees you." He was about to get off the bed but May grabbed his arm and forced him to turn towards him.