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Newsies: Sickfic

A/n: I'm super sorry, I haven't updated in forever! My softball season started so it got really busy. Have a Javid sickfic because every one shot book needs a sickfic

Out of curiosity what shows are you guys excited about this season on broadway??

When Jack woke up he felt awful. He was having trouble breathing from how sore his throat was, and when he opened his eyes his vision spun. The warm light in the room was making his head pound and he let out a small whimper when he tried to turn over.

The sound woke Davey, who sat up to look at Jack. His face curled into a concerned frown when he notice how miserable Jack was. "Jack are you okay?"

Jack shook his head and tried to kick his blankets off.

Davey rested his hand on Jack's forehead "You're burning up. Let me take your temperature"

Davey sat up and Jack let out a small sound of objection "Don't go" Jack's voice was scratchy and he winced. He reached out to wrap his fingers around Davey's wrist.

"I'll be right back, I just need to grab the thermometer" Davey promised. He broke Jack's feeble grip on his wrist and hurried into the bathroom to grab the thermometer and a glass of water. He put the water on Jack's bedside table and kneeled next to the bed. He stuck the thermometer in Jack's mouth and pushed the button.

102.3

Davey winced at the high temperature and rested his hand on Jack's forehead again "I think you have the flu" Jack nodded along and pointed at the glass of water on the nightstand. Davey nodded and helped Jack prop himself into a sitting position. He held the water to Jack's mouth for a few seconds until Jack pushed it away.

"Thanks Dave" Jack slouched down on the bed again and gripped Davey's hand.

Davey crawled back into the bed. Jack shivered and shuffled closer, he hugged Davey tightly and tangled their legs together. He drifted off quickly giving Davey a chance to check his phone. He ran his hand through Jack's sweat coated hair while he sent a quick text telling his boss he wouldn't be in work today. Then he reached for Jack's phone to call his boss.

Medda picked up immediately "Hello Jack. What's up?"

"It's actually David, I'm Jack's husband and I'm calling to tell you he can't come into work today or probably the rest of the week" Davey explained quietly.

"Why not?" Medda asked.

"He woke up this morning really sick and running a fever" Davey rested his hand on Jack's forehead again even though he knew there was no change "I think he'll be fine by Monday"

"Okay, tell him I hope he feels better and that work will still be waiting for him when he's ready" Medda promised "I have to go, bye David"

"Thank you miss Medda" Davey hung up the phone and let out a sigh of relief. It was good Jack's boss was so nice. He painted sets for the local theaters, Medda had known him for years so she was alway really nice. Davey finally let himself relax, there were worse things than getting a couple hours of sleep.

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When Davey woke up again it was closer to noon. He looked over at Jack who was still sleeping soundly with a pillow on his head. Davey took the chance to climb out of bed and make his way to the kitchen. He made himself coffee and made some tea with honey and lemon for Jack. He sent a quick text to Sarah, asking for advice on taking care of sick spouses(Katherine was sick a few days ago, it was probably where Jack caught it) Then he dug through the bathroom cupboard until he found some NyQuil left over from the last time he got sick. When he entered the bedroom he put all the stuff down on the bedside table before sitting next to Jack on the bed. He picked up his book to read while while keeping an eye on Jack.