Random OneShots

Sick

By: ReddieFangirl on Ao3

Reddie

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"Oh, Eds, my love!" Richie's voice sang out across the house. Rolling his eyes, as he put his laptop aside on the desk, Eddie walked out of the office to the bedroom. When he got there, Richie was splayed out in their bed, his arm over his face. He still looked sickly pale.

Leaning against the door frame, Eddie stayed as far away as he could. He was trying as best as he could to be better with germs and illness, but it took time. "What do you need?" he smiled at the man.

Removing his arm, Richie looked at him with these tired eyes. "Will you hand me the remote?"

Dumbfounded, Eddie looked at Richie to the remote which sat on the tray table only sn arm-reach away. "Wh- Are you kidding? It's right there!"

Richie just smiled that puppy dog grin. Unable to withstand his boyfriend's withered face, Eddie humored him and handed him the remote. "Anything else?"

That's when Richie opened up his arms, indicating for a nice warm cuddle.

"Oh, no, no," Eddie shook his head, trying to avoid Richie's wanting eyes. Last night Richie announced that he felt nauseous. That's when the anxiety hit him. Making sure that he had everything before he slept on the couch, like a vomit bucket, Eddie kept his distance from Richie until it would all pass. Unfortunately, he didn't realize that he'd miss the physical affection.

Richie grabbed for his arm, giving him a pleading look.

"I'm not getting sick!" Eddie told him, wiggling his arm free and jumping away at least six feet.

Obviously downtrodden, Richie nodded. "Okay, go back to your work," he smiled, lightly. "Sorry."

Feeling guilt set in, Eddie approached him, wanting to move his sweaty bangs away from his eyes, but instead he left the room as Richie turned on the TV.

Trying to focus on doing work, some time passed and Richie didn't bother him. It wasn't until he was about to start a meeting that Richie's panicked cries called out for him. "Eddie... fuck... Eds!"

Eddie sprinted out of the room, exiting the meeting he just logged into. "I'm coming, Rich!"

Falling into the room, he got there right when Richie horribly vomited into the bucket. His heart pounding, as his knees felt weak, Eddie backed up against the door. He felt like he wanted to faint.

Richie sat up a bit, clutching the bucket, his glasses falling from his nose. Little tears prickled at his eyes. He shivered, tensing his shoulders. Seeing Richie this way made Eddie feel something else, something much stronger in him.

"Rich?" he asked as he approached his boyfriend, sitting on the bed. Richie hurled again into the bucket. "Oh, Jesus," Eddie muttered, taking a blanket and wrapping it around Richie's shivering shoulders. He also took his glasses off before they could clip into the line of fire. He gently smoothed his back as Richie's upset stomach slowly came to an end.

"You okay, sweetie?" Eddie asked, removing the can, and then wiping Richie's mouth with a tissue.

A tear fell from Richie's eye, as he painfully swallowed. "Yeah... thought you didn't want to get sick."

Feeling the guilt swarm his heart, Eddie gathered the man in his arms, kissing his warm forehead. He cradled him like a baby, rocking from side to side. "I don't care." And he meant it. This was Richie. Richie who nursed him back to health, who would do anything for him. Feeling tears fall from his own eyes, Eddie brushed his head out of his eyes, kissing him again. "I love you."

Once he knew that Eddie wasn't going to leave, Richie hugged him back, still achy. "Sorry..."

"Stop apologizing, you didn't do anything wrong. Shh," Eddie comforted, continuing to hold him. He was going to hold him for however long he needed.

"I love you so much," Richie sobbed, as a little smile on his face, listening to the glorious sound of Eddie's heart beating.

Waiting until he calmed down, Eddie looked into his withered face which arguably looked better. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up."

He helped Richie sit up. Moaning from the aches in his back, Richie had been lying in bed for most of the day. He was sick after all. It was better for him to rest to fight off the virus.

Helping Richie to his feet, he leaned against Eddie who was already four inches shorter than him. Eddie didn't mind. Besides, even before his injury, he was a much stronger person than he was six months ago.

"How do you feel about a bath over a shower?" Eddie asked Richie once they were in the bathroom.

Richie hummed. "Sounds good to me. I think I'd fall over if I tried to stand for an hour."

"You wouldn't be taking a shower that long. It's a total waste of water," Eddie badgered as he helped him sit on the closed toilet seat.

"Are you going to join me?" Richie flicked his eyebrows up as Eddie turned on the water. Even with how disheveled Richie looked he was irresistible. "I'll see. Right now, let's focus on you. Arms up," he told him, after pouring in suds.

Richie sweated through about three shirts. He smelled foul. Still, as handsome as ever, Eddie took a moment to look at his body. The man was still so exhausted that he hardly noticed Eddie admiring him. He then helped him remove his jammie bottoms, his socks, and then his boxers.

"Oooh!" Richie dramatically boomed once he was relaxing in the tub of hot water. "This is like heaven!"

Eddie gave his shoulder a pat. He was relieved that Richie was happy. The poor thing had been so miserable.

"Do you need anything else?" Eddie asked him.

"You're welcome to stay here," Richie told hun, turning to look up at Eddie.

Eddie was happy that he said so. He didn't care about that meeting. Richie was more important. He didn't want to leave him for anything right now

"Just tell me what I can do to make you feel better," Eddie sat down on the side of the tub.

"You could wash me clean and shampoo my hair," Richie suggested.

"I'd be happy to."

Taking a washcloth and rubbing the soap in it, Eddie washed every inch of Richie's body with the utmost care. He did it so delicately. Feeling absolute bliss, Richie relaxed into the warm water, his aches and nausea diminishing. In the six months they'd been together they'd never done this. It was wonderful. As Eddie dragged the washcloth all over his body, Richie's eyes closed as Eddie massaged the shampoo in his hair. Eddie's fingers were like magic.

"Hey, Rich," Eddie lightly jostled him. "Don't fall asleep in the tub now."

Richie opened his eyes to look at his boyfriend. He was so handsome. "We have to do this more often. You're next."

Eddie smiled, cupping his cheek, and bending down to kiss his head. "Looks like you've pulled through."

Taking one arm out of the water, he wrapped it around Eddie's waist. He didn't care that he was getting him wet. "Thanks for taking care of me, Eds."

You're welcome, love."