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Oneshot request - Mycroft gets sick

Mycroft's body shook uncontrollably as he jerked forward, yet again, over the familiar ceramic bowl. His throat burned and all notable colour drained itself from his cheeks as bile dripped down his partially parted lips. That was the third time he threw up that day... And it was only 10 in the morning.

You bent down slowly, placing a comforting hand onto his broad, cold shoulders and stroked it back and forth as one would do to a distressed animal. The sound of his retching echoed through the bathroom and lowered your brow into a sympathetic concave arch against your dull, sleep laden eyes. Suddenly, you felt your boyfriend straighten his back and delicately wipe his mouth with a tissue. He then stood, leaving you kneeling by his feet engulfed (and slightly sickened yourself) by the poignant scent of illness.
"I...I um.. Think I'm ok now..." He muttered vacantly as his inquisitive eyes narrowed and his body began to slowly stop quivering. You stood too, looking up at him sadly and taking him by the hand
"You sure Mykie?"
"For now..." He murmured
Not totally satisfied with his answer, you hesitantly lead him back to your bed and helped him to lie half down with the top part of his body supported at a 45 degree angle by pillows with little elegant flowers appliquéd onto the corners. For the first time since he awoke, he actually mustered a small smile
"Thank you" he said briefly as you half his hand, stroking his soft palm with your thumb.
"Now, you just tell me if there is anything you need..."
He thought for a second before replying "what time is it?"
"It's 10:07 love..."
"I need to be at work in 53 minutes... I need to get dressed"
You just stared at him for a good twenty seconds, bewildered by his a-matter-of-fact comment.
"A...are you serious?"
"Quite. I don't want to be late"
Your brow bent from a curve of empathy to that of a crooked arch of confusion. You leaned forward in your chair and placed your hand on his chest, ousting him back into the bed as he made a weak attempt to get back out.
"Oh no you don't mister! You've been sick 3 times! If you think for even one minute that I am letting you out of this bed in the next 48 hours then you've got another thing coming!"
His reply was not words as such, more a string of illegible, disappointed groans and whines that you could expect to come from a toddler that had his toys taken from him. His childish tendencies and stubbornness was part of the reason why you loved him yet, somehow, it didn't seem quite as attractive in this situation.
"I'm going to get you a glass of water... Stay there... Do NOT move ok?..."
He nodded reluctantly and you left the room. You weren't an idiot, you knew exactly what he was going to do as soon as you were out of sight... You lingered outside the oak door for a few seconds until you inevitably heard the floorboards creak under his feet. You stepped back into the doorway, your arms folded across your chest.
"What did I say??"
He turned to face you, defeated as he slid back under the covers.

You left and returned within five minutes to the bedroom where you brought with you a glass of water, a cold rag and a little China plate - decorated with royal blue flowers and Japanese lilies- with a couple of rich tea biscuits on it. You put the water and plate down in the dresser beside the bed and draped the dampened flannel across his forehead which was beaded with tiny droplets of moisture. Some of the droplets converged into a tear shape which was so much larger that it magnified the pores in his skin like a microscope lens as it passed across his cheek.
"That should help regulate your temperature for now. Sip on some water too, it will help replenish the liquid you lost when you... Well... Y'know..." You fretted that mentioning the earlier events may trigger queasiness again but with a little luck, his cheeks turned from a creamy white back to a slightly more acceptable subdued peach.
As you looked down at him lying there in a daylight reverie, his eyes sparkled, making contact with yours. His thin lips puckered slightly into yet another smile as he spoke
"Thank you precious... I don't know what I'd do without you. I love you so much"
I'd love to day that you kissed him after that but you had to (on this occasion) value your own health over a temporary moment of impulsive bliss. You settled, in the end, for kissing your fingertips and placing them gently against his lips much to his pleasure and amusement.
"Now... Get some sleep. I shall inform work that you will not be present at today's meeting... In sure her majesty won't mind"
The weight of the statement you just said aloud made you giggle slightly. Mycroft tried to laugh too but all he could produce was a pathetic, breathy chuckle. You sighed sympathetically as you pulled the covers up to his chest and urged that he get some rest.
"You'll feel better for it" you emphasised as he nodded limply and began you drift off. You swiftly made your way back to the entrance of the room and flicked off the light. As you watched his mrsa thing regulate, you giggled under your breath jokingly
"Let's hope Britain doesn't collapse without you for the weekend"
You shut the door with a soft click and walked down the corridor, a slight bounce of achievement lingering in your steps.
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A/n- sorry for such a long wait! I've actually had a crazy amount of chemistry revision to do but thank you for bearing with me! I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Expect updates soon.