Mishaps and Mayhem- Hamilton x reader

Studying On Fumes- Aaron Burr x Reader

Someday, when you were out of school and working your dream job, you would be able to take a sick day. A sick day where you could relax, take it easy, feel like crap and *not have to worry about studying and homework and projects due in three days.

Ah yes. Someday.

But today is, unfortunately, not that day. So far your day had been filled with skimming through your textbook, frantically taking notes in an effort to keep up with the class, hot tea, and multiple near-vomit incidents.

You had managed on your own so far, you had eaten, showered, swept and studied. All before lunch. Though you hadn't felt well enough to actually eat lunch...oh well.

You glance at the wall mounted clock from your position on the couch, *twelve twenty four. Crap, Aaron was coming over for that study session in a bit. You re-did your hair and set your supplies on your 'school shelf' before brushing your teeth once more and changing out of your pajamas and into something a great deal more presentable.

You checked yourself over in the mirror, hopefully now you could pass as someone who had left the house that day. Of course Aaron wouldn't think any less of you for looking about as well as you felt, but maybe feeling fresh would help you focus...on the material, of course.

The doorbell rang right after you had finished organizing all the supplies you would need for the study jam. You opened the front door to the sight of Aaron standing there in sneakers, jeans, a light coat and scarf, as well as a messenger bag slung over his shoulder.

"Hey, (Y/N)." It's a marvel how his smooth voice flowed with such composure and warmth even when uttering something as simple as an obligatory greeting.

You shook yourself out of your musings, "Hey, Aaron. Come right in." You showed him to the dining room and had him sit as you got the pair of you bottles of water. You came back and set yourself down in the seat next to him, feeling hopeful for the first time that day that you might actually get some work done, and perhaps feel a bit better, but you were sure that was from the change of clothes.

The two of you got to it, divvying out chapters and taking notes, comparing and discussing information, then doing it all over again. The comfortable rhythm went on for about an hour or so, but you could feel yourself losing steam, and fast. It was fine though, all you had to do was make it through this next half hour- then Aaron would be gone and you could go back to letting yourself feel the full effects of the heaven forsaken illness in peaceful solitude.
Oh, no. Aaron didn't know you were sick. No one knew you were sick. Was it weird that you didn't want anyone to know? Maybe, but for some reason you preferred to ride it out alone than have people losing their heads over one little cold.

"Achoo!" Dang it, that was the third time in the past six minutes, any more and he might start suspecting something. And the ever growing pile of tissues in the small trash can beside you was certainly not helping your case.

You took a swig of your water bottle, hoping to drown the coughing fit that was trying to force its way up your throat, your tiered frame shaking with the effort. The sudden drop in the rooms' temperature was really prevalent now, when had that happened?

Rubbing your hands together and clenching your jaw, you focused on keeping your teeth from chattering on top of everything else. You risked a glance over at Aaron to see if he had picked up on your odd behavior yet. Nothing. He was still focused on his reading. Good. You yourself couldn't help but notice how peaceful he looked like that, the intent and purpose with which he studied, how relaxed he seemed sitting in the afternoon sun...

A shiver ran down your spine. It was even colder now, how? And why was Aaron unaffected?

Speaking of sneezes, you could feel a nasty one building up in your nose. Oh dear, not here, not now. But it was fine, you only had- you whipped your head up to check the time and your hope, like your gut, plummeted. -twenty two minutes left.