Markson-one shots <hiatus>

Soup

Marks pov

"Babe, calm down," my boyfriend commanded weakly, smiling as he did so. 

"Jacks-" I started. 

"Jackson nothing. I'm okay." He said nodding his head. 

I looked at him questioningly. Why was he so insistent upon me chilling out. 

He continued. "Mark, I'm just sick with the flu. I'm not dying. " 

"Don't say things like that Jackson! Aish." Even thethought of not being able to call or hold Jackson when I was Lonley, or so sad, or happy mad me feel empty . I wanted to be able to go to Jackson with every emotion I felt. "And I'm your boyfriend. I'm allowed to be worried about you." I responded. 

His features softened a bit realising I only did this becuase I loved him. Suddenly his face contorted in pain. My heart dropped k hated seeing him in pain, I didn't know what to do. He looked directly at my and clutched his stomach. 

"Trash can!" He yelled across the room to me. . I ran to the far corner of our bedroom, and grabbed the trash can, quickly running back and putting it into his hands. 

Jackson leaned his sick body over the side of the white bed, holding the trash can in his hands, and he threw up. 

I couldn't stand him and watch him in pain when I couldn't do anything about it, soI disappeared from my spot in the the room into our shared bathroom, and grabbed a washcloth. I slid my fingers across the soft cloth before sliding it into the sink. I ran cold water over it. When I turned the water off I couldn't hear the sound of Jackson heaving anymore so I left the bath room. 

'I hate seeing him like this,'I thought as I walked over to the bed. I put on the cold towel of his forehead and examined him. The white strands of hair that weren't touching the rag were stuck to the bare parts of head. They were matted down with sweat. His eyes didn't seem as bright as they usually did, and he had a greenish tint to his skin. Even like this, all I wanted to do was kiss him. 

"Mark." Jackson said flatly. "You're staring." 

I reddened. It was embarrassing even though I did it so often. 

"Sorry." I mumbled, shy now. 

"It's okay. I am a veiw." Jackson responded slyly. There was the Jackson I knew and loved. 

"Shut up." I said. 

I pulled my hand from the side of my body where it rested and placed the back of my hand on jacksons far check, checking his temperature. I left it there for a minute.  It skin was coated in a feverish sweat, but all I could seem to focus on for that moment was how soft his skin was. Then I began to panic again like k had been earlier that day. 

"Jackson! You're burning up!" I lifted my hand from his check and left the room without another word feeling Jackson's eyes follow me as I left. 

"Wait! Where are you going? Come back!" Jackson called from behind me. 

I ran into our kitchen frantically, opened one of the cabinets and pulling out a little tub from the cupboard. I grabbed the pain relievers that helped to reduce fevers as well. I loaded two into my hands, and grabbed a small cup of water to takeback to my screaming boyfriend.  I opened the door and began to speak in a hushed tone. 

"You shouldn't scream while you're sick. It's a waste of energy." 

"Mark I thought I told you not to-" 

"And I told you to shut up becuase I will always worry about you. Now hush and take the pills I got you." 

He gave me a glare filled  with sass but he took the pills and water from my hand and swallowed them with water anyways 

"Is there anything else I can do for you Jacks?" I asked genuinely wondered. 

"No." He said giving me another looks. " I'm fine. I'm probably just going to sleep." 

"Okay"I said walking  around the other bed to the side I slept in at night. "I'll join you." 

"No no. You can't do that then you'll get sick too." 

"Oh look who's worrying now." I said laughing. 

Jackson looked at me in defeat. I pulled the bedspread back and slid in.Once the blankets covered me  I scooted closer to Jackson.  I pulled my hand out from under the blanket and reached to pull the washcloth off of his head. I leaned up as I did so and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

I linked my arm into jacksons elbow and melted into him. At first, his skin burned me in a way. The fever caused hia skin to radiate heat, and when I first touched him if hurt a bit. But I enjoyed nothing more than being next to Jackson, even if it was sick Jackson. 

"You're being stupid. You're going to get sick." 

"Go to sleep babe. Don't worry about me." 

He closed his eyes finally and the last thing I remember is smiling before falling asleep in the sauna like bed. 

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I woke up before Jackson did, the post nap phase still laying over me. I rubbed my eyes and tried to slide out of Jacksons grip. In his sleep he had turned to face me, and wrapped his Arms around my waist, Burying his face in my neck. I love how even sleeping he wanted to be close to me. I smiled thinking about how cute sleeping Jackson looked once I slid out of the bed. He had whined a little when I slipped out of his grasp and wrapped his hands around a pillow. Now his hair was in multiple direction and his mouth hung open. He was drooling. It was funny how sloppy he looked. 

My heart pounded in my chest. How did he still do this to me. 

I walked out of our room quietly and into the kitchen. Putting some warm broth and vegetables in a bowl o being back to Jacksom when he woke. 

I placed the bowl I made in the microwave, and waited for the annoying noise. 

When the microwave went off , I lunged across the room to open the door before the sound woke my sleeping Angel. 

I pulled out the hot bowl, and placed it on a tray with a glass of water and quietly re-entered our bedroom. 

"Jacky." I said nearly whispering. "Babe wake up." 

"Uhhhh." A sleepy Jackson mumbled into his pillow. 

He sat up eventually, and saw me carrying the rest. He put his back against the back board of the bed and smiled sweetly at me. 

"You didn't have to do this." Jackson said. 

"Yes I did. Anything for you. " I said setting the tray in his lap. 

He put the spoon in his mouth. And smiled becuase even though he had a temperature his sickness made him feel cold. He was happy to have some warmth going thorough his body. 

I began to crawl into the bed again, watching him seem fascinated with the soup as well as content with his current situation. 

"I'm so lucky." He said turning his attention from the soup to me. 

I simply smiled at him, and I kissed him. He leaned into it for a moment then quickly pulled away. 

"Mark! I'm sick, stop it!" 

"Hmm. Let me think. No." 

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A/N: sorry this is short and sucky. I just wanted to get something out there. Feel free to request!