"Pete? I brought you the tea" Vegas said quietly and gently brushed the hair out of Pete's face.
Pete whined but didn't open his eyes
"Come on Pete. You need to drink something" Vegas said patiently and placed the mug on the nightstand
"I can't...it's going to kill me if I try" Pete whispered, partly because of the laryngitis and partly because talking was too exhausting for him right now
"Dehydration is going to kill you first" Vegas shook his head
"I am good" Pete tried to shake his head, he barely moved. He was thirsty but he would say anything to avoid having to move
"You are not good, you just saying you are to not having to sit up and drink it" Vegas knew his husband
"Vegas..." Pete started but then gave up and tried to shake his head again when he realized that there would be too many words he would have to say.
"If you want to get better soon you need to..." Vegas put his hands on his hips but stopped and rolled his eyes when Pete sobbed a bit at the word "need". Right now any action, any movement, any activity that was required from Pete represented a hell for him, even small things like sitting up and drinking, God forbid going to the bathroom. Pete had a small breakdown, with actual tears running down his cheeks, earlier when he needed to go to toilet and imagined the long way to their bathroom and back
"Pete" Vegas tried to reason with his husband
"Sweetheart, the tea is going to make you feel better, it's chamomile, it's good for your throat" he changed his tone to more gentle and soft one
Pete responded with another sob, too tired to actually make words right now.
"Pete what the actual fuck?" Vegas asked, actually having a hard time believing this is his husband.
"I tortured you. Literally electroduced your dick and you laughed at me during that. You didn't even blink back then so how does something like a flu turns you into...this?"
Pete responded with a pathetic attempt for a cough because he tried to suppress it in order to not wanting to hurt his sore throat.
"Ok, come on, sit up and drink the tea before it gets cold" Vegas began to help Pete sit up. No, he didn't help Pete to sit up, that would mean that Pete was attempting to sit up as well. Pete offered no help whatsoever so Vegas had to pull him up and help him to lean against the headboard. Pete whined while being moved.
"Pete, sit up" Vegas warned him when Pete began to slide back down, wanting to lie down again
Pete whined again but listen to Vegas and stayed in sitting position
"Good" Vegas breath out at them finally making some progress
"Now... I want to see this mug empty, ok?" he handed Pete the tea
Pete looked at Vegas with the most desperate, pleading look the world ever saw
"Half?" Pete croaked
"Fine" Vegas sighed a bit but gave in and sat on the bed while waiting for Pete to drink it
"How's Ryu?" Pete whispered after he took a sip of the tea. He had to admit that it was good.
"Ryu is fine. He's obviously missing you but he's ok" Vegas assured him that their beloved cat is absolutely fine. Pete didn't want to risk Ryu catching something from him so they did not let the cat in their bedroom at all while Pete was sick.
Pete whined quietly at the reminder that he's unable to see their cat and play with him.
"The sooner you'll get better the sooner you'll see him again" Vegas said gently and placed his hand on the blanket where Pete's knee was.
