Requested by XxUntitledxX
[Reader's POV]
So... being sick isn't great, but it has its perks.
Some being about how you get time off work, and some being about watching your boyfriend try to take care of you.
"Which one is the right one? There are like a million!" James yells from the bathroom as he rummages through the medicine cabinet for the cough medicine.
One of my coworkers got me sick, and now I'm laying in bed, being babysat by the light of my life, James Madison.
"The purple one!" I yell back and feel my throat burn.
"There are three purple ones!" He yells back.
"Do you want me to come in there?" I sit up. He peeks through the door.
"No, stay there, I got this," I hear him close the cabinet and walk back into the bedroom carrying a few medicine bottles. He places them on the bedside table and I point to the one labeled 'Cough Syrup.'
"Oh..." He realizes that the other two are for completely different things. I giggle.
"Ok well let's figure this out," He pulls the little plastic measuring cup off the top and unscrews the bottle.
He pours way past the fill line.
"Woah, James, I have a cough, not a drug addiction!" I laugh and stand beside him, taking the cup and pouring some back into the bottle.
"Sorry..." He rubs the back of his neck.
"Hey it's ok, you're trying your hardest even though you don't have to," I smile and place the medicine down. He kisses my forehead.
"You're gonna get sick too if you keep doing that," I pick up the little cup.
"I never get sick!" He laughs. I roll my eyes and down the entire cup. I cringe at the bullshit 'grape' flavor and James laughs.
"Hey," I smile sarcastically. He laughs harder.
•••
A few weeks later, my cough goes away and I'm back at work.
"Hey, I think my cough's finally gone!" I smile at James, who's sitting on the couch.
"That's-" he coughs, "Great babe!"
"What did I tell you?" I laugh.
"That I'm the best boyfriend in the world!" He says.
"Well yes, but I also told you that you'd get sick if you kept kissing my forehead!" I laugh.
"I'm not sick! I'm never-" he coughs again, "Sick!"
"Come on, let's go get you some cough medicine," I walk back to the bathroom and pull the cough syrup from the medicine cabinet. I hear him groan and get up.
"Drink this much," I hand him the little cup with the medicine.
"This much?" He whines.
"This much," I repeat myself.
"Stupid coworker," He mumbles before downing the cup and putting it back down on the counter.
