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The Sick Days Soldier

George's POV
I woke up with a sore throat, a headache, and a shit tone of nausea. I quickly flew my hand to my mouth, pushed myself out of the grasp of Clay, and ran to the bathroom, hunching over the toilet and starting to basically empty the entire contents of my stomach into it.

I guess my harsh movements woke him up because before I could even process what was happening, he was sitting next to me and rubbing circles on my back with a towel in his other hand, a compassionate look accompanied his face as he continued his attempt at comfort- which was definitely working.

I finished throwing up and I just stared at the wall, I had tears brimming my eyes because of the pure pain and discomfort I was feeling, I felt Clay wipe my mouth with the towel and pull me into a hug, placing a soft kiss on my forehead.

"Aw, hun you're burning up"

I just silently nodded and sunk my head, he helped me get up and walk to the counter, where I brushed my teeth and splashed some cold water on my face, doing so while feeling comforted in his presence.

He walked me back into the room, laying me down on the bed and going to look for something, Clay came back with a light blanket, a fresh towel, a bowl, a water bottle, and a thermometer.

He was holding it all in the bowl and he dumped it out on the foot of the bed, putting the towel and the bowl on the bedside table, he passed me the blanket and the water bottle and he went off to get something else from the dresser.

He walked back over to me and passed me a pair of basketball shorts

"Just put these on Georgie, it'll keep you from getting too hot"

I complied, using all the strength I had left to take of my T-shirt and sweatpants, putting on what he gave me and immediately noticing the change in body temperature.

He sat down on the bed next to me, holding up the thermometer to my face then pressing the 'on' button. I opened my mouth and let him take my temperature, it reading ' 105.2° f '.

"You've got a wicked fever, how're you feeling bub?" Clay said with a sad smile

"Not great if I'm being honest" I responded in a raspy voice, tears threatening to spill again

"Is there anything I can't do to help?"

"You have done more than enough" I'm not even sure if he could hear me at this point, my voice was 90% gone

He crawled onto the bed and laid on the next to me, the side opposite from the table and smothered me into a hug, wrapping his arms around my torso and pulling me closer to him, my face was buried in his chest, he smelt of lavender, which made me relax even further.

"I don't deserve you, you're too good to me" I mumbled into his shirt

"That's nice of you to say that, but it's not true, in my eyes it's the opposite" he whispered, placing a kiss atop my head

"I love you Clay" I said as my eyes were drooping

"I love you too Georgie"

That was the last thing I heard before I passed out in my boyfriends protective and Comforting arms.

Clays POV
About 10 minutes after George went to sleep, he had started to sweat pretty badly. So I carefully pulled away from him and took the blanket off his overheating body, he was just left in his shorts, sleeping like an angel, there was already a fan turned on in the room so I just turned it up a notch and left to go get something he could eat.

I went down the hall to the kitchen and after looking on my phone for things he could eat, deciding to make chicken noodle soup, I would have to make sure I didn't put too much salt or seasoning into it so it doesn't upset his stomach.

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After about two hours I finished making the soup, cleaning up, and letting it cool, it tasted kind of bland but that would make sure it didn't make him more nauseous.

At this point it was 1 pm, so I put the soup in a bowl, grabbed a spoon, and carried it to our room, carefully opening the door and placing the bowl on the bedside table and laid back down with George, lightly kissing the side of his face to wake him up.

"Hm?" He asked with tiredness lacing his voice

"I made you soup, it should be fine for your stomach, but stop eating when you start to feel nauseous again, it should help with your throat too, it's on the table"

"Thank you" he whispered, reaching over for the bowl

I gave him a smile in return

"I made sure it wasn't too hot, it should be the perfect temperature to eat"

He nodded, and began to slowly eat it, letting out a sigh

"It's really good" he said staring at his hands, as if they were the most interesting thing in the world

"Thanks Georgie" I said with a light chuckle

He looked up at me and smiled, then continued to eat the soup until he was satisfied

He put the soup on the table and cuddled back up to me, nuzzling his face in my neck and I gladly accepted it, wrapping one hand around his waist and using the other to play with his hair.

"Do you want me to put on a movie to watch while we cuddle?"

He just simply nodded again, so I carefully reached over him for the remote and put on the first thing I saw, we weren't going to really pay attention to it but it was a nice background noise.

We stayed like that for about an hour before George felt ill again, I helped him to the bathroom and kept him company, making sure he knew he wasn't alone. This process happened quite a few times during the next couple days.

A/N
Words: 1,030
Time: 2.5 hours all together, I had a bit of writers block
Isn't my favorite but I really like comfort fics so ig that's why I like it