Look After You (Royal Pains)
Title: Look After You
Fandom: Royal Pains
Characters: Tucker and Libby
Word Count: 305
Rating: PG
Summary: Tucker gets the flu
Disclaimer: don't own it
“Tucker?” Libby asked softly as she knocked on his bedroom door. She opened it slightly and looked in to see him sitting up in bed. “Shouldn’t you be laying down?”
He shrugged. “I feel fine. A little cold but…” he trailed off, shrugging again.
“Well, that’s because you’re not tucked in.” She began to move towards his bed, but he held up a hand to stop her.
“Don’t. I don’t want you to get sick too.” He slid down onto his pillows, pulling his sheets up to his chin. “Happy?”
“Remotely. What hurts?”
He sighed. “My head, my back. My stomach.” He paused and looked at her. “Speaking of my stomach… I don’t want you to get too close, but can you toss me that trash can?”
She made a face and picked the metal trash can up then tossed it on his bed. “And Hank said you have the flu?”
He nodded. “Yeah. I should be back to normal in a couple days.”
“He’s sure it’s the flu? You could have Malaria.”
“That I got from the mosquito that flew across the ocean from Africa in the middle of winter?”
She rolled her eyes. “Really, Tucker. Did Hank test you for it?”
“No, because I haven’t been out of New York in almost a year and no one I know has been out of the country in months. I don’t need tested.”
“What about the H1N1 Virus? That’s going around. It’s getting serious, Tucker.”
He sighed and picked his phone up off his bedside table. He pressed a speed dial button and held it to his ear as it rang. “Hi, Hank. Yeah. No, I’m alright.” He laughed then looked at his girlfriend. “Yeah, she just got here.” He laughed again then nodded as he hung up. “He’ll be here in about ten minutes.”
Fandom: Royal Pains
Characters: Tucker and Libby
Word Count: 305
Rating: PG
Summary: Tucker gets the flu
Disclaimer: don't own it
“Tucker?” Libby asked softly as she knocked on his bedroom door. She opened it slightly and looked in to see him sitting up in bed. “Shouldn’t you be laying down?”
He shrugged. “I feel fine. A little cold but…” he trailed off, shrugging again.
“Well, that’s because you’re not tucked in.” She began to move towards his bed, but he held up a hand to stop her.
“Don’t. I don’t want you to get sick too.” He slid down onto his pillows, pulling his sheets up to his chin. “Happy?”
“Remotely. What hurts?”
He sighed. “My head, my back. My stomach.” He paused and looked at her. “Speaking of my stomach… I don’t want you to get too close, but can you toss me that trash can?”
She made a face and picked the metal trash can up then tossed it on his bed. “And Hank said you have the flu?”
He nodded. “Yeah. I should be back to normal in a couple days.”
“He’s sure it’s the flu? You could have Malaria.”
“That I got from the mosquito that flew across the ocean from Africa in the middle of winter?”
She rolled her eyes. “Really, Tucker. Did Hank test you for it?”
“No, because I haven’t been out of New York in almost a year and no one I know has been out of the country in months. I don’t need tested.”
“What about the H1N1 Virus? That’s going around. It’s getting serious, Tucker.”
He sighed and picked his phone up off his bedside table. He pressed a speed dial button and held it to his ear as it rang. “Hi, Hank. Yeah. No, I’m alright.” He laughed then looked at his girlfriend. “Yeah, she just got here.” He laughed again then nodded as he hung up. “He’ll be here in about ten minutes.”