just_muse_me | 6.8.6. Sick
6.8.6. PICTURE: Sick in bed
Co-written with sexyinscrubs
It started with a tickle in his throat during his afternoon meeting with a new client. A few slight coughs and reaching for the water jug more often than he normally would. By the time he made it home that evening, he had a raging headache and was so tired, he found himself yearning for his warm bed on the elevator ride up to his apartment. Dinner was nothing more than a cup of tea followed by ten minutes of Law & Order on television before he gave up fighting the lethargy and crawled into bed at just before seven thirty, sleep claiming him almost immediately.
It was the phone ringing that woke him and as he made a blind fumble to answer it, peering at the clock as it did. It took him a few moments to realise it was eight am, not eight at night. He had slept more than twelve hours straight; a feat for someone who rarely went beyond seven hours a night. The reach for the phone alerted him to the fact his muscles were aching, but it was when he answered and his name came out in a painful croak through a swollen sore throat that he realised he was sick.
“Aiden?”
Aiden knew the voice and accent, and despite feeling like utter crap, a smile appeared on his lips. “Pat,” he croaked. “This is a nice surprise,” he added and then broke into a coughing fit.
“Nice surprise?” Pat squeaked. “I’ve worried sick! Where were you last night? You didn’t even answer my texts! I thought you’d run away to Siberia or were lying in some New York back alley with your head smashed in! Oh my god, darling, you sound terrible”
Aiden immediately felt a large ball of guilt settle in his gut. He rolled stiffly onto his back and rubbed a hand over his face. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t even think. I came home with a bitch of a headache and just went to bed early. Like, seven thirty early. And now everything hurts and I feel like crap. Damnit, I think I’m sick.”
There were a few moments of silence from the other end of the line, then, “I’m coming. Don’t you dare get out of bed, Aiden Lewis. I’ll be there in a few hours.”
“Pat! No. I’ll be fine. I’ll just get my PA to rearrange my schedule and stay home today. I’ll even do the orange juice thing. I’ll be fine tomorrow,” Aiden protested and started to cough again, moaning as it just made everything ache more.
“Shush, darling. I’m coming whether you agree or not. Stay warm and rest. I’m leaving ASAP,” Pat insisted and Aiden could hear him moving around.
“You can’t drive. It’s just a cold. Pat, it’s too far, love!” Aiden tried again, running out of options of how to get his stubborn new other half to stay put in Princeton. “I don’t want you catching it. That’s the last thing you need.”
“And the last thing you need is to be lying at home sick alone. I’ll be fine. I’ll get Lachie or Riley to drive me. Kisses, darling. I love you. Rest,” Pat added with emphasis and then all Aiden received was a click in his ear as the call was ended as he realised that, despite his protests, he really did want Pat there with him.
Word Count | 567
Co-written with sexyinscrubs
It started with a tickle in his throat during his afternoon meeting with a new client. A few slight coughs and reaching for the water jug more often than he normally would. By the time he made it home that evening, he had a raging headache and was so tired, he found himself yearning for his warm bed on the elevator ride up to his apartment. Dinner was nothing more than a cup of tea followed by ten minutes of Law & Order on television before he gave up fighting the lethargy and crawled into bed at just before seven thirty, sleep claiming him almost immediately.
It was the phone ringing that woke him and as he made a blind fumble to answer it, peering at the clock as it did. It took him a few moments to realise it was eight am, not eight at night. He had slept more than twelve hours straight; a feat for someone who rarely went beyond seven hours a night. The reach for the phone alerted him to the fact his muscles were aching, but it was when he answered and his name came out in a painful croak through a swollen sore throat that he realised he was sick.
“Aiden?”
Aiden knew the voice and accent, and despite feeling like utter crap, a smile appeared on his lips. “Pat,” he croaked. “This is a nice surprise,” he added and then broke into a coughing fit.
“Nice surprise?” Pat squeaked. “I’ve worried sick! Where were you last night? You didn’t even answer my texts! I thought you’d run away to Siberia or were lying in some New York back alley with your head smashed in! Oh my god, darling, you sound terrible”
Aiden immediately felt a large ball of guilt settle in his gut. He rolled stiffly onto his back and rubbed a hand over his face. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t even think. I came home with a bitch of a headache and just went to bed early. Like, seven thirty early. And now everything hurts and I feel like crap. Damnit, I think I’m sick.”
There were a few moments of silence from the other end of the line, then, “I’m coming. Don’t you dare get out of bed, Aiden Lewis. I’ll be there in a few hours.”
“Pat! No. I’ll be fine. I’ll just get my PA to rearrange my schedule and stay home today. I’ll even do the orange juice thing. I’ll be fine tomorrow,” Aiden protested and started to cough again, moaning as it just made everything ache more.
“Shush, darling. I’m coming whether you agree or not. Stay warm and rest. I’m leaving ASAP,” Pat insisted and Aiden could hear him moving around.
“You can’t drive. It’s just a cold. Pat, it’s too far, love!” Aiden tried again, running out of options of how to get his stubborn new other half to stay put in Princeton. “I don’t want you catching it. That’s the last thing you need.”
“And the last thing you need is to be lying at home sick alone. I’ll be fine. I’ll get Lachie or Riley to drive me. Kisses, darling. I love you. Rest,” Pat added with emphasis and then all Aiden received was a click in his ear as the call was ended as he realised that, despite his protests, he really did want Pat there with him.
Word Count | 567