Saturday // Peterick Oneshots

4. Sick Days

Mania era, for the sole purpose of Patrick holding back a sick Pete's hair.

After four years of dating and a year of marriage, Patrick has learned that Pete rarely gets sick. The occasional cold will sometimes befall him, but that's about it. It's almost always Patrick who's bed-ridden and has to be nursed back to help with medicine and tea and sleep.

Not this time, though.

Patrick had noticed that Pete's energy level seemed lower than usual, and when he'd tucked in next to him in bed for the night he'd been burning up. He didn't think much of it at the time, but when he heard him coughing in the bathroom at three in the morning, he knew something was up. And sure enough, when he went in to check on him, Pete was bent over the toilet.

"I think I picked something up from tour," he grumbled between coughs.

Without a word, Patrick grabbed a washcloth from the closet and ran cold water over it before setting it on the counter. He sat down besides Pete and gathered his husband's hair in his hands so it was out of his way. He rubbed Pete's back and did his best to soothe him until he was finished. A few minutes later Pete leaned back with a sigh and flushed the toilet. Patrick took it as his cue and let go of Pete's hair in favor of grabbing the washcloth again to wipe his face with.

"That feels nice," Pete said with a sigh, leaning into Patrick's touch.

"Picked it up from my mom," Patrick replied. "She always used to do this for me when I got sick."

Pete hummed. "I'll keep that in mind next time."

"Do you need anything?" Patrick asked when he was done. "Water? Soda?"

"Kinda just want to go back to bed," Pete said with a weak shrug.

Patrick helped him get up from the floor and back to their room. Once there, Pete crawled under the covers without hesitation and held out his arms. Patrick slid in next to him, allowing Pete to pillow his head on his chest and curl into his side. Patrick pressed a kiss to his forehead. "You're warm," Pete murmured.

"So are you," Patrick retorted.

"You know we're probably gonna have to take a sick day tomorrow."

"Oh, the horror. I'll have to make you soup. You'll be in bed all day asking for cuddles. What ever will I do?" Patrick said in mock horror.

"And then you'll probably get sick too," Pete said with a smile. "I'll get to take care of you-and you'll be too tired to push me off when I cuddle up to you again."

Patrick sighed dramatically. "God, I hate sick days."