"Hey, Newt? I gotta-" Thomas stopped when he heard Newt muffle a cough under the covers. "Newt? You okay?" Thomas sat back down on the bed, stroking the golden hair that was just about visible.
"I'm fine. Tired, that's all." Newt says, and muffles coughs again.
"Are you sure?"
"Mhmm."
Thomas frowns, doubtfully, and pulls the covers away from Newt's face. He gasps. Newt's face is deathly pale and sweat shines on his forehead and he's shivering.
"Newt! Jesus Christ you're so pale!"
"Tommy, don't you have work?" Newt cracked open an eye.
"Not anymore I don't. Can you sit up?"
"If I do I'll loose last night's dinner."
"Try to sit up slowly, I'll be right back." Thomas got up and left the room.
Newt groaned at the effort of sitting up, it gave him a headache.
Then, he felt something in the pit of his stomach and rising sense of nausea. He stood up and made his way to the bathroom, trembling. He missed the warmth of the bed.
Suddenly a wave of dizziness hit Newt like a ton of bricks and he staggered against the wall for support. He stood there for thirty seconds until he felt like vomiting so he ran to the bathroom, clutching his stomach, and fell on his knees, head in the toilet.
There go the tortillas he thought. Then Thomas appeared behind him, holding a large bowl. Newt was still vomiting when he crouched down next to him, rubbing his back gently.
When Newt was done, he sat against the wall, head tilted back, taking shallow breaths from his mouth.
"Tommy," he whispered hoarsely. "I'm so hot."
Thomas scooted over to the blonde and helped him shrug his shirt off. Then he grabbed a cloth and wet it with cold water and pressed it against Newt's burning forehead then his bare chest and the back of his neck and back and forth.
"Are you all right now?" Thomas asked after a few minutes.
"A bit." Newt rolled his head and groaned. "Neck hurts like a mother."
Thomas pulled Newt onto his shoulder and the blonde sighed.
"Go to work Tommy."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Please."
"No."
"For me?"
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
Newt rolled his eyes. "Why not?"
"Because I love you." Thomas kissed the top of Newt's head.
"We're acting like a bloody married couple." Newt closed his eyes and started to doze off.
But Thomas couldn't sleep.
His mind kept wandering back to what Newt said.
A married couple.
Thomas smiled to himself. Well, they weren't getting any younger.
Anyone ever just feels...lonely?
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