[Les Miserables] Turned Tables
Title: Turned Tables
Author: bearit
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance
Characters: Joly/Bossuet
Word Count: 389
Summary: Normally, it's Joly who is sick. Now it's Bossuet's turn.
Notes: Anon on Tumblr asked for Joly/Bossuet, fluff.
Disclaimer: Les Misérables belongs to Victor Hugo. I have no rights to the novel, musical, anime, or any of the movies. This piece of fanwork is unofficial and not making a profit.
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He had gone through all the handkerchiefs in the apartment. He huddled under the blankets, sneezing and coughing and reaching for a handkerchief that he hoped still had a dry spot left.
Joly snatched the handkerchief away from Laigle and replaced it with a new one. “I just cleaned this one,” he said.
Laigle poked his head out from beneath the covers and smiled through tired, watery eyes. “Thank you,” he croaked as he took the cloth from Joly, wincing. His throat was sore, too, and everything hurt from coughing to sneezing to speaking to sometimes even breathing.
“I also made you soup and tea, if you want it now.”
Laigle sat up and nodded. Joly handed him the bowl. Laigle took it and sipped gently at it, cringing as the liquid poured down his throat.
“The tea has honey in it. It will help.”
Joly watched as Laigle pushed through the pain of his illness to drink the soup and tea, the honey apparently taking no effect. He pursed his lips, trying to keep all the possible diagnoses at bay, for with Laigle’s luck he was bound to have the worst one with the worst prognosis which was often death and…
Joly shook his head. No. No, he will not panic. It would do him no good. And yet…
“Laigle, can you open your mouth wide for me?”
Laigle gave him a dubious look that said, But I already did for you this morning. And Joly had found nothing. But what if something had developed over the past few hours?
“I just want to double-check.”
Laigle shook his head and smiled again. “Just a cold,” he said hoarsely.
“Or it could be bronchitis. Or viral pharyngitis. Maybe a goiter or the mumps or scarlet fever or…!”
“Just a cold.” But Laigle opened his mouth anyway.
Joly inspected, and it was the same as it was this morning. Nothing unusual. Joly sighed in relief and told Laigle that he could relax.
“Are you sure you’re alright being here?” asked Laigle as he laid back down on the bed, concerned. “What if you catch this too?”
Joly grinned and kissed Laigle on the forehead. “Then I’ll have you to take care of me, won’t I?”
Laigle smiled as he closed his eyes, drifting off to sleep. “Mm. Yes, you will.”
Author: bearit
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance
Characters: Joly/Bossuet
Word Count: 389
Summary: Normally, it's Joly who is sick. Now it's Bossuet's turn.
Notes: Anon on Tumblr asked for Joly/Bossuet, fluff.
Disclaimer: Les Misérables belongs to Victor Hugo. I have no rights to the novel, musical, anime, or any of the movies. This piece of fanwork is unofficial and not making a profit.
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He had gone through all the handkerchiefs in the apartment. He huddled under the blankets, sneezing and coughing and reaching for a handkerchief that he hoped still had a dry spot left.
Joly snatched the handkerchief away from Laigle and replaced it with a new one. “I just cleaned this one,” he said.
Laigle poked his head out from beneath the covers and smiled through tired, watery eyes. “Thank you,” he croaked as he took the cloth from Joly, wincing. His throat was sore, too, and everything hurt from coughing to sneezing to speaking to sometimes even breathing.
“I also made you soup and tea, if you want it now.”
Laigle sat up and nodded. Joly handed him the bowl. Laigle took it and sipped gently at it, cringing as the liquid poured down his throat.
“The tea has honey in it. It will help.”
Joly watched as Laigle pushed through the pain of his illness to drink the soup and tea, the honey apparently taking no effect. He pursed his lips, trying to keep all the possible diagnoses at bay, for with Laigle’s luck he was bound to have the worst one with the worst prognosis which was often death and…
Joly shook his head. No. No, he will not panic. It would do him no good. And yet…
“Laigle, can you open your mouth wide for me?”
Laigle gave him a dubious look that said, But I already did for you this morning. And Joly had found nothing. But what if something had developed over the past few hours?
“I just want to double-check.”
Laigle shook his head and smiled again. “Just a cold,” he said hoarsely.
“Or it could be bronchitis. Or viral pharyngitis. Maybe a goiter or the mumps or scarlet fever or…!”
“Just a cold.” But Laigle opened his mouth anyway.
Joly inspected, and it was the same as it was this morning. Nothing unusual. Joly sighed in relief and told Laigle that he could relax.
“Are you sure you’re alright being here?” asked Laigle as he laid back down on the bed, concerned. “What if you catch this too?”
Joly grinned and kissed Laigle on the forehead. “Then I’ll have you to take care of me, won’t I?”
Laigle smiled as he closed his eyes, drifting off to sleep. “Mm. Yes, you will.”