WWE One Shots 2

Love Bug ~ Jeff Hardy

I felt his arm snake around my waist, gripping me into his chest tightly. "You alright?" I whispered looking back at him.

"Yeah I'm...achoo!" I jumped forwards out of his way, sitting on the floor. "Achoo!"

"Baby, are you sure you're alright?" You reached across and grabbed him a tissue from the box to wipe his nose with.

"Mhm," he hummed back, blowing his nose with a pained expression.

"Actually, come to think of it your cheeks are looking rosy." I held my hand up and placed it on his cheek, stunned by how warm his cheeks were. "You're definitely coming down with something."

"I'm sure it's nothing." I shook my head, standing up and grabbing the blanket from the other sofa which it draped across.

"It's not nothing Jeff, you've got a temperature, you're sneezing, and you look like you've seen a ghost." He sighed, he was never one to admit when he was feeling down, he was a man after all.

"I've got work in the morning and-"

"-no you don't, I'm ringing up any second now and telling them you're ill." He shook his head, trying to sit himself up, but his weak arms fell from underneath him.

"Stay still, I'll go get you some medicine." Another one of his groans echoed making me chuckle as I made my way into the kitchen.

"I don't need it," he muttered, but I was already gone and getting him some ibuprofen and a glass of water, knowing how much of a child he was when it came to taking tablets.

"Here," I told him, walking back into the room, handing him the tablets to put in his mouth, then the glass of water. "Careful," I instructed, helping as he tipped his head back to take a couple of small sips.

"That's disgusting," he whispered with a throaty voice once he finally managed to swallow them down.

"How about I put the kettle on and make you a nice cup of tea?" He looked across at me with his sad eyes, nodding his head.

I smiled, planting a light kiss to the top of his boiling head, making my way back into the kitchen to make two cups of tea.

From the room I could hear him groaning as I watched him try to turn his body onto his side so he could face the room instead of the ceiling.

It broke my heart watching him in so much frustration, he was always the one to look after others, but now in just a matter of minutes he was the one needing everyone else's help, even though he claimed he didn't need it.

The ping of the kettle told me it was done, as I finished making the cups, carrying them back into the room. "I'll leave it on the floor for now."

"Alright." I reached back up to touch his forehead, a couple of beads of sweat trickling down my hand.

"What are we going to do with you?"
I teased, taking one of the hair bands which I always wore around my wrist, tying his hair up out of his face into a messy bun at the top of his head. "Maybe you shouldn't have that blanket."

"No," he protested, pulling it further up and over him, "it's too cold without it."

"It's not cold sweetie, your body is just telling you it is." He looked at me with one of his soft pouts knowing how I would always fall for it no matter what.

"Do you think you could turn the light off? Maybe put the lamp on instead." I nodded, instantly standing up to turn the chandelier light off and place the lamp on the table beside the sofa on in its place.

"Is that better?" He nodded with a grouchy grumble, his hand popping out of the blanket to point at his tea. "Do you think you could sit and drink it?"

"Try it," he whispered back trying not to strain his voice. I placed my hand on the small of his clammy back, helping him reach an upright position, handing him the cup.

"I'm gonna go and phone work, I'll be back in a second." I walked out into the dining room, dialling the number I could always rely on.

"Natalie, hello," I heard her say after just a couple of rings. "What can I do for you?"

"It's Jeff, he's not feeling too good." She let out one of those sympathetic sighs down the phone like all mothers do.

"Oh bless him, I hope it's not serious." I quickly glanced back to check on him, noticing his head tilting back a little to try and reach the cushion.

"I think it's just the flu or something, but I was wondering how flexible it would be for the two of us to have a few days at home whilst he gets better."

"Yeah, of course sweetie, I'll let dad know straight away, he's no good here if he isn't feeling good." I smiled in relief, I always knew that Steph would give me the answer I was looking for.

"Thanks Steph." I replied.

"No problem, tell Jeff to get better soon and I'll ring you in a couple of days."

"Alright, bye." In the midst of her response back I heard Jeff let out a huge cough interrupting Steph as she hung up the phone.

"Right, you've got a few days off to get yourself fit again mister." He rolled his eyes, stretching his arm out to hand me the empty mug.

"I'm fine," he repeated once again.

"You could barely sit up for more than a minute, how do you expect to wrestle?" He shrugged his shoulders, laying back down under his trusty duvet.

"I just wanna sleep Nat," he told me, his voice muffled by the pain he was feeling in his throat.

"Alright sweetie, I'll turn the lamp off, and be upstairs if you need me." He nodded, shuffling his body to face the sofa, his eyes fluttering shut immediately. "Sleep tight," I whispered, kissing the top of his head.

I turned the plug off, picking up the two mugs and placing them in the dishwasher, then grabbed my phone from the table, checking on him one last time as he slept so peacefully, making my way upstairs so I could catch up on some work without disturbing Jeff.