"Francis..." Arthur whispered to his lover who just kept twisting and turning. It has been hours since Francis and he had gone to bed but since Francis was getting sick, they could hardly get any sleep at all.
"Did I wake you?" Asked Francis."I'm sorry."
"It's quite alright." Arthur whispered. "What's wrong?"
"Headaches keep me up, and that nose of mine... I think I will get medicine in the morning." Francis turns to his side facing Arthur. His hands reached out and tried to find Arthur's.
"Keep your bacteria for yourself, frog." Arthur responded but his hands reached out to take them in his. "Is there anything I can do for you?" his thumbs softly stroked Francis'.
"Just try to get some rest," Francis guided one of Arthur's hands to his head, placing it on his forehead, as if some kind of magic would make the pain disappear.
"You'll have a long day tomorrow."
"You're important too, Francis. I'm sure the pain will disappear soon. Just try to get some rest yourself. Close your eyes and think of something nice."
"Alright I will try. Bonne nuit, mon nounours"
The hand on Francis forehead slowly extracted the pain. Using a wordless spell he brought Francis to sleep. Francis snored contently like a purring cat. Arthur kissed Francis cheek softly. "Sweet dreams."