Hamilton Oneshots (Prompt Requests) [DISCONTINUED]

26 - Jeffmads

Prompt: "I'm dying."

Thomas cradled his coughing boyfriend in his arms, pressing soft kisses on his forehead lovingly.

"Tommy, Im dying," James whimpered, nuzzling his head into the crook of Thomas' neck, pulling the blanket covering them closer around himself, squirming in Thomas's grip. "I'm gonna die."

"Jemmy kitten, you have a cold," Thomas said, cupping James' face, running the pad of his thumb along his cheek. James huffed, shivering, his eyes squeezed shut. "Baby, you're freezing," Thomas mumbled, pulling another blanket around them. James leaned away, coughing into the sleeve of his thick pastel pink colored sweater, his lungs feeling like they were at war with his body. Tears welled in the sick boy's eyes as he softly cried into Thomas' chest.

"My throat hurts," James whined as Thomas wiped his face with his sleeve.

"I know, sugar," Thomas said, pressing a kiss to James' cheek. "Want me to go get you some water?" He asked, looking down at James with soft eyes. James shook his head, putting his hands in the pocket of Thomas' hoodie, trying to warm his icy skin. Thomas sighed, shaking his head. "You would feel better if you took your medicine."

"No!" James whined, curling himself into a ball, his face pressed into Thomas' chest. "I don't wanna. It tastes bad and it makes me tired."

"I know Jemmy, but it would make you feel better," James shook his head, pouting. "Will you please at least try to take it?"

James sighed. "Fine."

Thomas grinned, lifting James bridal-style as he stood up from the couch, carrying his sickly boyfriend to the kitchen. He set James on the counter before opening the cabinet, grabbing a small bottle of pink colored liquid.

James grimaced as Thomas poured the contents of the bottle into the small, shot glass-like cap. "I hate it."

"I know kitten, but you've gotta take it so you feel better," Thomas said as he handed James the cap. "It's cherry," Thomas mumbled encouragingly. James groaned before downing the liquid, making a sour face.

"That's a sad excuse for cherry," James muttered, handing the empty cap back to Thomas, who rinsed it out before screwing it back onto the bottle. He returned it to it's place in the cabinet before turning to James, who held his arms out. Thomas smiled softly, wrapping his arms around James' waist, carrying him back towards the couch.

Thomas set James down before sitting in the corner of the couch, opening his arms, letting James crawl into his lap.

"Feel any better yet?" Thomas asked after a few minutes of silence.

"Mhm," James mumbled, smiling as his head rested on Thomas' chest. Thomas chuckled, shaking his head as he stared fondly down at James, who seemed to be drifting off, nearly half asleep.

"I told you taking your medicine would help, Jemmy," he muttered, running his hand across James' soft dark brown hair. "You should listen to me more often. I know everything."

"That's not true," James giggled sleepily, looking up at Thomas with a goofy grin.

"Well," Thomas started, smiling back down at James. "I know that I love you," Thomas pressed a soft kiss to James' lips.

"Thomas!" James said, pulling away. "Don't do that. You're going to get sick." Thomas shook his head, peppering kisses over the expanse of James' face, making James squirm in embarrassment. "You're going to get sick Tommy, stop."

Thomas shifted their position so that they were laying back on the couch, James on top of Thomas' chest.

Thomas pulled the blanket over them, wrapping his arms around James' back. "Stop worrying so much, kitten." James sighed, letting his head rest in the crook of Thomas' neck.

"Fine, but don't blame me when you get sick." James said, making Thomas chuckle.

"Okay, baby."

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