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He was miserable, so, so miserable. His body ached, running hot and cold. Constantly kicking and pulling the covers. He was just in the constant state of uncomfortable, he really, really hates being sick, with a passion.
“Here you go,” Adam weakly smiled up at Blake, sitting up.
“Y’know you didn’t have to,” he took his tray table of soup graciously.
“Right, you’re sick as a dog, doubt you could handle making yourself a can of chicken
noodle,” Blake picked up the spoon, scooping up the noodle and broth.
Adam eyed it, “You’re not feeding me too,” he all but coughed out.
“Yes I am. I’m your nurse for the day,” Blake held the spoon in front of his mouth.
Even with his sick idle mind, he imagined Blake in an old fashion nurse outfit. Chuckling to himself he took a spoonful of soup, Blake arched a brow but said nothing, The soup soothed his throat and warmed him up. They sat in silence, just the sound of the spoon clanking against the bowl filling the room. He finished half a bowl before his stomach protest, he didn’t want to push over eating and it coming back up.
“Well, ya ate more than I expected,” Blake placed the tray to the side. Adam leant back against the headboard, rubbing his sides.
“What’s wrong?” Blake sat closer.
“My sides hurt from coughing so much,” his body coughed just to spite him. “Ow,” he whimpered.
“Sit up and scoot up just a bit,” Adam complied without question but not quite sure what Blake had in mind. Blake squeezed in behind him, legs resting on either side if him, bringing his back flushed against his chest and ran his hands underneath his shirt.
“Cold,” he wheezed, “your hands are cold.” his body arched away from Blake.
“Sorry,” Blake slid his hands out and warmed them up. Once warmed, his hands made contact with his
skin
again, “Better?”
“Yeah,” Adam moaned softly when Blake’s hands gently dug into his skin, attempting to massage the soreness away. “Blake you really shouldn’t be this close,” he began to sneeze.
Blake stopped to retrieve a tissue for him. “I know, but I hate seeing you so miserable,” Blake’s words caressed his neck. “Plus someone has to take care of you.”
“Well, don’t come crying to me when you get sick yourself,” he shivered.
Blake pulled him in closer, covering them both with the comforter. “Nah, I won’t get sick. I have a strong immune system,” Blake kissed his temple.
“Right,” Adam snuggled in closer to Blake’s warmth.
3 days later, it was Adam’s turn to play nurse, and he couldn’t help but tease as he rubbed vaporub on Blake’s chest.