Blanket Hog!

Chapter 3

I woke up and immediately felt terrible. My throat was sore, nose runny, and I had an extremely high temperature. I peered over at Jon while sniffling, and saw that he didn't look much better than I did.
"Urr..." Jon groaned, waking up and being hit with the symptoms of the sickness.
"G'morning," I muttered, then fell into a coughing fit.
"Fuuuck," Jon sighed sickly.
"I'm sorry I got you sick," I apologized, my eyes watering, a sneeze begging to escape me.
    "It's okay. I said you could," he smiled warmly at me.
    "I- ahh... I gotta sneeze, b-but- ah AH-! I ca-an't," the sneeze disappeared, leaving a feeling of dissatisfaction.
    "Pfft," Jon stifled a laugh.
"It's not funny!" I spoke, my voice sounding congested. I was almost angry, but couldn't manage to keep a straight face.
"It's pretty funny," Jon squeaked, still grinning widely at me, despite everything.
"Okay," I gave in, "I guess it was a little funny."
    "There we go," Jon chuckled.
We watched a few movies that day, not having enough energy to do anything else. Night eventually came, and we were getting sleepy, so we trudged back to bed.
"Good night," I closed my eyes, laying down beside Jon.
"Yep, night," he yawned in reply.
I found myself unable to sleep. My nose was constantly running, I had stifled several coughs, and I was sweating like crazy. I lay there for a while, sniffling and trying to be quiet for Jon to sleep.
    I got up, unable to stay there in that spot anymore. I wasn't getting to sleep that night, I knew that much. I slowly and cautiously moved, as not to disrupt Jon, who was somehow sleeping. I snuck out of the room, and took a seat in the living room. I sat there, bored and sick, wishing for sleep to overcome me.
    One slow hour of doing nothing had passed. Halfway through the second hour, my head started to ache because of the combination of being sick and tired. I sneak back into my room, just intending on laying down beside Jon; I had lost all hope of falling asleep. I hear Jon start to shift, and I wonder if I was the thing that woke him.
    "Arin?" He whispered, "Are you awake?"
    "Jon," I sighed, "I can't sleep," and I fell into a coughing fit, as I'd been fighting it back because I thought Jon was asleep.
    "Woah," he patted my back as I continued to cough.
    "I'm fine," I reassured him that the coughing was over with.
    "That's good," Jon hugged me, pulling me closer to him.
    "Mhh," I hummed contently, "Jon? I have a headache," I murmured.
    "Just- try to sleep it off," Jon quieted his voice so it was barely audible.
    "Can't sleep," I explained, "Too sick."
"Aww," Jon sympathetically hummed, "Close your eyes, and- and we can snuggle," and he pulled me closer.
    We shared the whole night hugging each other. Nobody stole the blankets that night. I eventually floated off to sleep, happy in Jon's arms...