Sick Day

Chapter One

Wash was overcome with pain when he opened his eyes. The male rolled onto his side, groaning as bile formed in his mouth. Wash yanked aside the blankets, dashed to the bathroom, and puked, his body quivering as the cold morning air hit his back. Pain radiated through Wash's skull, traveling down to his stomach. Sweat rolled down either side of the male's forehead, whining softly. The male felt his stomach clench up before he threw up again, squeezing his eyes shut while wrapping an arm around his stomach. Wash opened his mouth, then quickly snapped it shut, grunting, not trusting himself not to throw up, and turning his head towards the shower. Groaning, the male slowly shifted toward the tub, managing to turn on the shower. Wash could feel his body heat up again as he thrust himself back over the toilet. Wash was startled when two hands appeared on his back. "Are you okay, babe?" A gentle voice inquired. The other male responded with a moan, leaning his arm on the bowl of the toilet, then setting his hot forehead down.

The two hands disappeared from the man's back, causing him to whine from the lack of contact. A few moments later, Wash felt something being shoved in his ear, followed by a soft beep. "You have a fever..." Tucker sighed.

"I feel like I am dying; this is worse than implant day," Wash replied before throwing up once again.

Tucker set his forehead on Wash's cheek, letting out a soft sigh. "You're going to be okay. I promise." He whispered.

"I don't feel like I am going to be okay." Wash whined.

Tucker chuckled softly, grabbing a rag from the cabinet next to him. Then I turned on the sink and got the rag wet before placing it around the back of Wash's neck. Crouching down next to the male, he started rubbing his hot back. "I'll see if Griff and Lopez can watch Junior," he stated.
Wash shook his head, which only made his headache worse. Moaning softly into the crook of his arm, "You promised him to go to his play." He whimpered.

"He'll understand that I have to take care of my other son." Tucker joked.

Wash forced out a weak laugh, groaning loudly as he threw up once more. "You should go; I don't want to get you sick...You have that meeting with HR coming up." He argued.

Tucker took a deep breath. "I'm not leaving you; you'd probably drown in your own throw-up." He remarked. The other man encircled Wash's shoulder and kissed his moist cheek. Tucker managed to help the other male to his feet and went back into the bedroom after another ten minutes of waiting. "Do you think you can keep water down?" Tucker asked, holding out a small cup of water.

Wash groaned, but nodded his head. Gently grabbing the water and nursing it for a few moments before handing the cup back to Tucker. The other male rubbed Wash's back for a few minutes, watching the male sip the water a few more times, Tucker's phone buzzing in his pocket. Fishing out his phone, the male checked his messages, grumbling underneath his breath. "I'll be right back." He whispered. The male returned a few moments later, holding an armful of blankets, and dropped the mound of blankets upon the bed. Before tucking Wash in, kissing his forehead "I'll make you some soup before leaving to drop Junior off at Griff's." He stated. Wash opened his mouth to speak, but Tucker simply shrugged. "Don't argue with me; I am staying home to take care of you, end of story." The darker-skinned man stated this as he was leaving the bedroom once more.

Wash curled over and burrowed his head beneath his pillow. The man was overwhelmed with conflicting emotions; he was angry at himself for becoming unwell, and he felt ashamed that he was forcing his lover to stay home from work to care for him. All he could think about was Freelancer days, when he was the youngest member of the group, and how South and CT told him he was the worst in the group and should pack up. He knew they were joking, but a small part of him realized they were right: he was preventing them from moving forward. Wash felt like he was holding Tucker back now.

Tucker came back into the room, setting the steaming bowl on the nightstand. Sitting on the edge of the bed and setting a hand on Wash's shoulder, "Are you okay? Do you need to throw up again?" He quizzed in a low tone.

"N-N-No," Wash answered.

"No to the first question or the second question." Tucker replied.

"Second," Wash answered.

"OK, I shouldn't be gone for too long. Are you going to be okay by yourself?" Tucker inquired. Wash nodded as he felt Tucker rise from the bed. Pecking the other male on the cheek before leaving

***

Tucker was immediately concerned when he entered the flat. The male turned away as light from the living room bounced off the wall of the house. As he slowly proceeded further into the room, he could hear the gentle murmur of the TV from the entrance door. Tucker relaxed slightly as he observed the older male asleep in the middle of the nest of blankets and pillows in the middle of the room. Crouching down next to the sleeping form, Tucker set a hand on Wash's shoulder, gently shaking him awake. "Babe, babe, wake up." Tucker whispered.
Wash whined softly, blinking a few times. "Was Junior upset?" He asked.

"He actually gave me this to give to you." Tucker commented, fishing out a small 'Get well soon' bracelet from his pocket and wrapping it around the other male's wrist. Wash glanced down at the bracelet, smirking softly, before coughing into his fist.

"How are you feeling?" Tucker asked.

"Everything hurts..." Wash trailed off.

Tucker hummed softly and rested a cool palm on the other's brow. "You're burning up..." He muttered, stood, and walked into the kitchen. Returning a few seconds later, he placed an ice pack on the back of Wash's neck. "Did you finish your soup?" Tucker questioned.
Wash nodded. "I couldn't keep it down...Sorry..." The other apologized.

"You have nothing to be sorry for, Wash; you did nothing wrong." Tucker sighed. "Let's get you back to bed, so you can sleep." He added, helping the other male to his feet and slowly walking back into the bedroom. Laying Wash back down into the bed, pulling the blankets to his chest, he then sat on the edge of the bed.

"Sorry..." Wash apologized once more.

"You're okay, Wash; everyone gets a sick day." Tucker smirked, kissing the other male's cheek.

"I love you." Wash coughed harshly.

Tucker chuckled. "I love you too, babe." The other male whispered and then curled up next to the man and fell asleep.