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Sick

Mitch is sick, Scott looks after him. More cute cuddles occur.

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Scott was worried, he was always worried about everyone and everything. Especially when it came to Mitch, he was beyond worried. Mitch sometimes complained he was like an overprotective parent, but he really didn't mind.

Today, Scott was on high alert. Mitch had gotten a nasty virus that was spreading around, leaving him with a sore throat, stuffy nose, and migraines. The poor boy was miserable, he couldn't sleep at night and was exhausted in the daytime, yet unable to get more than an hour of solid sleep when he took a nap. Scott felt terrible, he wanted nothing more than to make Mitch himself again, but he couldn't do much.

The brunette was spread out on the couch when he heard the front door open. Scott was back from his day out getting medicine, Starbucks, and some other grocery items they needed. He smiled sadly when he saw his boyfriend's face buried in pillow with blankets engulfing him. It would have been an adorable sight if he wasn't so ill.

"I'm back with medicine, babe," Scott said as he set the bags down on the kitchen counter.

"Good, I need like, ten painkillers. My head is pounding," Mitch stated, looking up from the pillow to watch his partner.

"Well," the blond started. "Maybe ten is a little much, how about two and some food?"

Mitch nodded, immediately regretting this decision and bringing a hand up to hold his head. After the sharp pains had settled, he vocally agreed by saying, "Sounds great."

Scott quickly got to work by going to the pantry to grab a can of tomato soup and some crackers. After four days of this hell, he learned Mitch's migraines usually caused nausea and stomach pains too. Sometimes, he couldn't stomach more than a few crackers. So, the soup was more of a if-you-can-actually-eat-something-after-the-crackers-you-can-eat-this meal rather than the main course. Oh well, it was better than having him eat nothing.

Once he prepared the soup, Scott grabbed two pills from the fresh bottle of Advil and filled a cup with water. He brought the glass and pills to Mitch, who was now face down on the pillow again. However, this didn't last for long, as he raised his head and sat up to swallow the medicine and drink almost the full cup of water.

"Food?" He asked, handing the cup to Scott after he finished drinking.

"I'll get it now," the blond replied and rushed back to the kitchen to grab the bowl of soup. After he retrieved it, he carefully walked to the couch and set the bowl on the side table along with a small plate of crackers.

Mitch began to eat little bits of the crackers and spoonfuls of soup, trying not to upset his stomach. Scott was sat next to him on the couch, making small talk while he watched the boy eat. He wanted to make sure he was there if anything bad happened. Not that anything would, but he was always concerned.

Around three crackers and half a bowl of soup, Mitch couldn't eat anymore. His head was killing him and he was scared it would cause him to throw up for the millionth time that day. He leaned against Scott, who put his arm around the brunette and gladly welcomed him into his arms.

"You'll get better soon, baby, I promise." Scott soothed.

"You've been saying that all week," retorted the boy in his arms.

He laughed softly, "Yeah, but I think today's the day."

Mitch smiled, too drained to laugh along with him. His eyes were drooping and he was already falling asleep against the taller boy's chest. If he stayed there any longer he would no doubt fall asleep, so he muttered, "I'm tired, Scotty."

"Sleep then."

"But upstairs is so far away," Mitch complained, dragging out the syllables for effect.

Scott sighed, and with a smile, suggested, "I could carry you."

"Deal."

The blond stood up first, helping his boyfriend out of the blankets he was buried in. Once free from the soft cage, Scott hooked his arms under Mitch's legs and pulled him up close to his chest (Mitch helped by wrapping his arms around Scott's neck).

Now with the tiny, sleepy boy in his arms, he carefully walked to their bedroom and laid him down on the bed. The absence of body heat made the comforter and bedsheets rather chilly, but it was perfect for Mitch's fever and headache.

Though his eyes were closed, he could feel Scott leaving the room. He made a soft noise of protest, begging him to come back without using any words. This made the blond laugh, but he soon joined Mitch in their bed.

"Stay at least until I fall asleep," The brunette pleaded.

"That won't be very long, sweetheart," Scott giggled.

"Then stay longer."

"That's not a problem with me."