under the weather [ ❥ ]

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Though it's not even eleven in the morning, it's the third time that Street's hobbled down the hallway insisting he's okay to go to work.

And it's the third time you've had to guide his feverish self back down the hall, and get him back into bed before he falls down. With him running a fever of over a hundred, it's a very real concern of yours - and no matter how hard you try to express that to him, it's always met with a sniffly groan and a roll of his eyes.

"M'fine", he groans as you tuck the blankets back in around him. Fixing you with a glassy-eyed look, you really have to try to not laugh as the tip of his nose gets redder with his growing annoyance at you. "C'mon, you can't keep me here!"

"Can, and will." Is your steadfast answer, and he scoffs as you sit on the side of the bed next to him and fix him with a stern look. "Street, please just stay here and sleep it off. It's only a bug, you'll be back to normal in a day or two."

"I'm normal now!" He tries to protest, but the nasally quality of his voice is so contradictory that it dawns on him almost immediately. You laugh and he groans, crossing his arms and sinking back into the pillows as you pet his leg gently.

"C'mere", you motion for him to move over, kicking off your shoes and drawing your legs up onto the bed. "Let me hold you."

Unsurprisingly, that's what grabs his attention most. He shifts into the middle of the bed and pulls back the covers for you, eagerly laying into you the second you're situated under the covers.

"See, now if you'd resorted to this earlier then this would've gone a lot smoother." He states, voice muffled by your hoodie as he buries his flushed face into your chest. Arms tucked around your waist, he all but purrs with happiness as you wrap your arms around him and begin to play with his hair.

"Figures." Comes your reply, the smile in your voice evident. He relaxes into your hold, fingers brushing back and forth under the hem of your hoodie as the touch of your hand in his hair soothes him more than anything else in the last day has.

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