F1 oneshots

MA11- Sick

(I TREAT YOU TO MARCUS WHILE I WRITE NEW STUFF (I wrote this in like November 2022) MWAHHAHAH)

y voice echoed through the house as I called for my boyfriend, confused as to where he might be after such a busy day for both of us.

I was home from Italy finally after a horrible race.

A faint shout came from the guest bathroom down the hall way, the door cracked open slightly.
I squinted my eyes and shuffled through the crack to see Marcus, slugged shirtless on the floor and sweat dripping from him.
My heart squeezed slightly as he looked up, tears streaming down his face as he reached out for me with a limp wrist before it immediately retreated back to his side.
I shook my head and reached for a cloth to dampen and started drying his face, straddling his knees as he hung his head back over the bath tub.

"Bug, you okay? Think you can make it to bed?"
I whispered, cleaning down his neck with the cool cloth, his eyes opened slightly to look at me as he nodded his head.
I smiled and reached my hand up to stroke his cheek, cleaning his chest and arms before tossing the cloth in the wash basket.

"Come on so, get up and we'll get you tucked in."
I whispered, leaning forwards to peck his nose before making it to my feet and helping him up off the ground, he wheezed slightly on my shoulder, burring his face in my hair for a second while my hands rested on his lower back and his abdomen, giving comforting strokes while I waited for him to step forward.
He did so and his wheezing became less once we had taken a few breaks in the hall.
Eventually he spoke in the doorway of our guest room, not being able to manage the stairs.

"I'm sorry."
He muttered and I giggled to myself, rubbing his back and ignoring his apology, making him grunt in frustration as he rested an arm on the doorframe to keep himself steady.

"Come on Bug, just a few more steps, I promise."
I whispered, kissing his arm slightly as he stood, breathing heavily in the doorway, looking at his feet.
I bite my lip when I notice his eyes growing heavy before he steps forward a few more times and collapses on the bed.
I let out a massive sigh and moved him a bit to get him all tucked in and threw some blankets over him.
He groaned and tried to get them off, saying he was too hot and I had to convince him it was good for him.

"Bug, I need you to get better baby, just lie back, okay? I know your warm right now but you need to keep them on to get better."
He looked at me with red eyes and finally nodded after a moment of silence, pulling the blankets up over his waist and resting his hands on his thighs.
I smiled and he gave me a weak smirk.
I rolled my eyes and went to move upstairs before I heard a groggy rebuttal.

"You can't leave me!"
He croaked, shaking his head as I made it to the doorway.

"I'm not leavin' I'm going up to our room to get some stuff for you."
I rolled my eyes as he nodded, closing his eyes and I assumed he was going to nod off while I made my way up, holding the banister lightly as I made it to our room, creaking the firmilier door open again.
Our room was quite tidy and I assumed Marcus had cleaned up while I was away, he does fairly good to look after himself and the house while I'm gone.
Praise his Mama.
I rushed to the master bathroom, opening the mirror cabinet to grab some pain killers and a basin for next to his bed Incase he was to get sick again.

"Marcus! do you want a clean shirt?!"
I shouted from the landing, clutching one of his black shirts in hand with pain killers stuffed in my back pocket.
A confirming mumble came from downstairs as I fumbled back to the bathroom to take the basin down to him.

I practically trip over my own feet when I hear movement from the guest room, assuming Marcus was attempting to move or worse, get up and walk.
But to my surprise I was greeted by Marcus getting comfortable as sleep cascaded his face and made him look calm.
He gave me a weak smile and I walked the last few remaining steps to his bedside, dropping the basin down lightly next to the bed and putting Marcus's shirt next to him as he rested on his elbow, looking down at me as I fidgeted with the pain killers, reading instructions carefully, making Marcus chuckle at my concern.
I had never seen him this sick before and honestly it was scary.

"You worry too much."
He whispered, sitting up to put on the fresh shirt I had brought.
I sighed and gave him a small hum as I continued reading before the packet was stollen from me and Marcus had taken two pain killers.

"You should really take those with water, don't they taste bad??"
I questioned him and he shook his head, while his tounge patted around his teeth before he fell back down onto the pillows when he was sure both pain killers were down.
I nodded and stayed seated on the floor next to his bed, watching him closely as he hands one arm off the bed and the other across his eyes, groaning of a headache.
I reached my hand up and grabbed the arm that hung off the bed, softly tracing shapes on it as I adjusted my position to rest his arm on my knee.
He didn't move not an inch but he let out a comfortable sigh and the room fell silent..
For all of 4 seconds when my stomach rumbled and I remembered I was looking forward to a dinner date tonight.
Marcus suddenly jolted and looked at me apologetically.

"We were ment to have dinner!"
He croaked, swallowing hard at the pain that ripped his throat.
I chuckled and kissed his palm lightly while shaking my head.

"We can have our dinner another day, for now we can order in."
Marcus fell back again, ruffling his hair and looking like he was about to cry, making me feel bad.
We had never actually missed a date before but this was a pretty good reason to miss one.
Slowly I lowered my head again, kissing his palm and up onto his wrist which lay facing upwards.
Soft kisses swarmed his skin and he slowly relaxed under my touch.

"What do you wanna eat, baby?"
I asked, leaning back again and holding his hand in mine as he shook his head.

"Soup? Something spicy?"
I giggled, emphasizing the spicy and making Marcus smile.

"Pasta?"
He asked quietly, closing his hand around mine before lightly pulling me closer to the bed.

"Pasta it is."