Sick
"Ah choo." Mitch sneezed as he walked into the living room wearing an orange tee and navy plaid pajama pants, his hair messy and nose red and blocked.
"Goodmorning Scott." He coughed and sneezed again.
"Oh my god. My poor baby. Mitchie come here." Mitch trudged over to Scott and sat beside him.
Scott wrapped a blanket around Mitch's shoulders and handed over a box of 3-ply tissues.
"Wait here Mitchie. I'm going to make you some hot tea and get some meds okay?" Scott asked and Mitch nodded.
The blond sprung off the couch like a spring and headed for the kitchen. He made Mitch tea in his Elmo mug and also put together a sandwich on gluten-free bread and gathered some flu meds.
When he returned with everything to the living room, Mitch was curled into a ball still sitting up though, hugging the blanket close and blowing his nose repeatedly. Around him lay dozens of tissues already.
Scott handed the mug to Mitch and kissed his forehead to check his temperature.
"Thanks Scotty." Mitch said and sneezed.
Mitch sipped the tea and Scott put on a movie. He later ate his sandwich and swallowed like seven different pills for flu.
Scott couldn't help but pull Mitch into his side and let him cuddle. He didn't care if he got sick as long as he was a good boyfriend and looking after his baby, he didn't care.
"Scott, you know you're going to get sick as well." Mitch stated, sounding funny because of his blocked nose.
"I don't care as long as you're getting better, I don't care." Scott smiled and kissed his forehead.
The couple spend the whole day watching movies, eating, singing to Beyoncé (well Mitch has trouble) and cuddling. They went to bed and fell asleep spooning.
Scott woke up coughing his lungs out basically, causing Mitch to startle awake. A sneeze followed suit. Mitch placed his hand on Scott's cheek and said:
"You're burning up babe. Told you you're gonna get sick. But being the stubborn ass you are, you didn't care so don't moan."
"We're calling Kirstie in the morning. Now let's sleep." Scott pulled Mitch closer by the waist and nuzzled his nose into the brunette's shoulder blade.
"Goodnight my poor baby." Mitch whispered.
"Ah-choo. Goodnight Mit- ah choo. Mitchie."
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