That time when Apollo got sick…
"Herr Forehead, time to get up." Klavier Gavin said, sitting down on the bed next to Apollo.
The young attorney next groaned, mumbled and hid his face under a pillow. Klavier sighed and moved around to the other side of the bed.
"Apollo," he said, now concerned, "Are you alright?"
A mumbled 'no' issued from underneath the pillow, and Apollo tried to burrow even deeper under his pile of blankets.
Eventually, after great struggle, Klavier managed to extricate his complaining boyfriend from the covers long enough to place a hand on his forehead and conclude that he was indeed unwell. He had a raging fever, and from the way he reacted to noise and light, a terrible migraine. Klavier left the room to call in on behalf of Apollo to say he was unwell and wouldn't be in for work, and then organized to take the day of himself. Then, he went into the bathroom and found some medicine for Apollo.
"Come one Apollo," he said, sitting down on the bed, "this will make you feel a lot better."
Apollo meekly accepted the tablets and water Klavier handed him, swallowing them quickly, and then giving the Prosecutor a questioning look when he was handed another set of pills.
"Your head hurts, Ja?" Klavier asked.
"yeah." Apollo whispered, as if talking any louder was painful.
"This will help." Klavier said, "They're some of my migraine pills."
"You get migraines?" Apollo was surprised.
"Ja, all the time." Klavier shrugged. It was a fact of life he lived with these days.
Apollo took the pills, which as well as helping with his headache also made him drowsy, and he soon fell back to sleep. Smiling, Klavier gently kissed Apollo's forehead, and then went into the office. He wasn't going to leave Apollo while he was unwell, but he could still get some of that paperwork done.
It was a few hours later that Apollo woke up. Klavier heard the soft footsteps behind him, and the next moment, Apollo, who was both sleepy and still very weak, climbed into his lap, snuggling into his chest.
"You should be back in bed." Klavier chided standing and lifting him in his arms. As an afterthought, he grabbed one on the files of paperwork, and then carried Apollo back into their bedroom, setting him down gently on the bed and tucked the covers around him. Klavier settled himself next to Apollo, and spread the papers out over the bed clothes.
Over the next few hours, Apollo drifted in and out of wakefulness. He woke shivering hen his body temperature dropped, or sweating from the fever. And every time, Klavier was there, leaning over him, making sure he was alright before settling back beside him, nose in a file of papers, pen tapping lazily against his lips. Content that Klavier would always be there, Apollo drifted off to sleep once more.