Prompt: Carley is sick and Lee is there to help nurse her back to health. Pure fluff. Modern AU
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Carley sneezed and reached for the box of tissues on her nightstand. She blew her nose yet again, and then stuffed her head back into her pillow. All she had was a simple cold, but it was hell to her. She hated being sick. She was never able to do anything but blow her nose, take throat drops, and eat soup. It was annoying and unnecessary.
She coughed loudly, and reached for her cough drops, which were on the nightstand as well. But as she reached for them, she accidentally knocked the bag over. She watched as it fell to the ground, sighing. She wanted to pick it up, but being sick made her feel extra lazy and exhausted, even little things like making the bed tired her out. So she sure as hell wasn't picking that up, even though she wanted to.
"Lee!" She called out her husband's name weakly, hoping he would come quickly. She knew that he would, and he sure did.
"What's wrong hon?" He asked her sweetly. Lee had taken the day off from his job as a teacher just to take care of her, which Carley thought was sweet-but also unnecessary. But Lee insisted, and there was no way to win.
"Can you pick up my bag of cough drops? They fell on the floor and..." She started, but he had already picked them up before she could finish. "Thank you." She told him, to which he replied with a smile and a "You are welcome, baby."
"Need anything else?" He asked.
"Not at the moment." She said, unwrapping a cough drop and popping it in her mouth.
"Okay. Well ok going to go wake Clementine up, call me if you need me." Lee smiled and exited the room. Clementine was going to be surprised to see her daddy waking her up. He was usually gone by the time she woke up, and her mom usually did so. Carley smiled at the thought.
She closed her eyes, dying to fall back into the wonderful place that was sleep. But she was just feeling worse and worse. She broke out in a sweat, even though it was actually chilly outside. She threw off her blankets in a huff, quickly swiping the swear from her forehead.
Was she getting a fever? She hoped not, but she honestly didn't care at the moment. She wanted sleep.
She must've drifted off a few moments later, because the next thing that she remembered was waking up with Lee standing in front of her.
"What are you doing?" She asked groggily. "Are you watching me?" He could barely make out her words, because her sinuses were all clogged up.
"I was checking on you. You look like hell. How are you feeling?" He asked her.
"I think I have a fever. Do we have anything I could take?" She asked, sitting up slightly.
Lee frowned. "I don't think we do. But I could get you some grok the store. I could run down there right now."
"I can just wait it out, I won't die."
"No, I'll go." Lee said, gathering his stuff.
"There's no winning with you, huh?"
"Nope."
"Honey, I love you. I really do. Most guys wouldn't stay home with their whiny wives all day."
"I love you too. And you're not whiny. Now lay down and rest, I'll be back soon."
"What if I want to get up and do something?" She joked.
"Don't. Rest." He said firmly.
Carley rolled her eyes, laughing, and put her head back on the pillow. Her husband was quite overprotective sometimes, but she loved him.
