⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☁︎ HuskerDust One-Shots and Drabbles ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☁︎

Through Sickness and Health

Genre: fluff !

I was just sick so I'm writing this on behalf of my misery

TW: throwing up, sickness (for those who get grossed out haha)
---

Angel was sick.

He had awoken with a high fever, his throat burning and his nose running. His stomach hurt, and he barely made it to the bathroom to throw up. Val had called him to work, Angels begging for a day off only pissed off the red moth, making his hours longer. Husk watched his boyfriend sob as he got ready, miserably coughing as cries left his red eyes. He walked Angel to the hotel doors, wishing there was more he could do to keep Angel home, but he knew that would only cause more problems.

Husk paced at the bar, waiting for Angels shift to end. Husk had texted him a few times, checking up, but his responses were always short, Val had booked a full day for him, punishment for arguing with him that morning.

Husk was pouring whiskey in a cup when Angel staggered into the hotel. He looked awful, already sobbing. His cheeks were flushed, tears pouring down them, and his throat felt ten times worse. As soon as Husk saw, he dropped the glass he held and rushed to his aid.

"Ang...let me help ya..."

Husk gently hugged Angel, wrapping a wing around his shoulders.

"Can you walk anymore?"

Angel shook his head, crying into his shoulder. Husk just squeezed him sympathetically, scooping him up and walking him to his bathroom, intending to clean the makeup from his face and check his temperature.

As soon as they got to the bathroom, Angel felt the urge to throw up again. He practically jumped out of Husks arms, falling against the porcelain bowl, immediately spilling out the contents of his stomach. Husk grabbed a clip from Angels vanity, clipping it to Angels head, using it to keep the tuft of hair from his face as he puked.

Angel finished vomiting with a sob, clutching his stomach. Husk wrapped him in a protective hug with his wings.

"You're okay, Ang."

"...h-hurts..."

Husk kissed his head, rubbing his back.

"I know. It's alright, darling. Do you feel like you're gonna be sick again?"

Angel shrugged, as the urge wasn't present at the moment, but he wasn't sure if it would return. Husk nodded, but gently pulled away from Angel, causing Angel to whine uncomfortably. Husk gently pet his head as he stood.

"I'll be right back baby, just gonna get some things to keep you comfortable, okay?"

"O-okay..."

Husk gathered up a few cloths, a water bottle, a blanket and a change of clothes for Angel. When he returned, he found Angel curled on the bathroom floor, fetal position.

Husk gently ran his paw down Angels back, but got up again to grab a few makeup wipes.

"Let's get you cleaned up, sweetheart."

He helped Angel sit up, and started wiping away the smeared eyeliner and mascara that ran down his cheeks. Angel tried not to cry too much as Husk took care of him, but he couldn't help but let out a sob here and there.

"...take it easy...I've got you."

Husk finished wiping away the makeup and put a bottle of water up to his lips.

"Drink. Slow."

Angel did as he was told, taking small and slow sips of the water, the coolness of it helping his throat. Husk pulled the bottle away and put the cap on, gently taking out a cloth. He dampened the rag and laid it on Angels neck, trying to bringing down his temperature.

"I'll get ya some meds when you can properly hold food down..."

Husk said softly, wrapping the blanket around Angel and pulling him into a hug. Angel had stopped crying now, sinking into his embrace. His head fell on Husks lap as they snuggled on the bathroom floor. Husk didn't mind, stroking Angels fur mindlessly while he laid there. He'd stay there all day if he had too.

"I-I'm sorry-"

Angel whispered softly, wincing from the pain when he spoke. He felt guilty for making Husk take care of him, and he felt so weak. He pressed his head further into husks lap for support.

"Don't be sorry. Can't help that you're sick. Plus, I'm a fucking bartender. People get sick all the time. I don't mind caring for you."

His words made Angel cry again, overwhelmed from how loved he felt by Husk. Husk just shushed him, leaning to kiss his head. Angel sat up enough to nuzzle his chest.

"...v-Val gave me.. t-the day o-off tomorrow.."

Angel mumbled, wiping his eyes. Husk grumbled at his name.

"That fucker should've given you today off, he only got you sicker."

Angel shrugged and slid back down to lay on his lap. He was getting tired.

"You want to change? I brought you pajamas... I wasn't sure what sets went together so I was kinda guessing but they're more much comfortable than the work outfit you've got on.."

Angel nodded, slowly getting up from the floor. He battled with staying upright, his mind was so foggy.

"Need help?"

"Y-yeah..."

Husk helped him change into pajamas. The pink top was just slightly cropped, and the pajama pants he had were a pink flannel styled. Husk chuckled softly, remembering the pants specifically, he owned the same ones but in black and red instead of pink. He remembers when they bought them together.

"Better?"

Angel nodded. He just wanted to go to bed, and he hugged Husk closer, yawning.

"You think you're okay to lay in the bed? No more throwing up?"

Angel hesitantly nodded, and let Husk carry him to the bed. Once there, Husk changed into pajamas, ironically the matching pair they had and climbed into bed next to him. The gesture made Angel smile. He immediately curled into Husks arms, moving so his head was on Husks chest. Husk wrapped his wings around Angel again, keeping him warm.

"...thank you."

Angel whispered, nuzzling the crook of his neck. Husk just chuckled.

"No need to thank me, Legs. I'm always gonna take care of ya."

"I love you."

Angel tangled their legs together and fell asleep almost instantly. Husk just kissed his cheek, closing his eyes.

"Love you too, Ang. Feel better."
--