Disclaimer: I do not own Psych

This story does not have a beta….So all mistakes are my own.

This is a Shawn/Lassiter short fic.

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The sounds coming from the bathroom of the apartment Detective Carlton Lassiter shared with his partner Shawn Spencer did not sound good at all.

He closed the front door quietly and laid his gun on the side table to his left just as another round of dry heaving reached his ears.

He cringed before making his way into the kitchen and filling a glass full of water, then turned and made his way down the hallway stopping when he reached the open bathroom door.

Carlton stepped into the doorway in time to watch Shawn spit into the toilet before reaching a shaking hand up to flush it down.

He cleared his throat. "Hey, I got the Chief to let me leave early today."

Shawn laid his head back against the wall behind him and looked towards Carlton. "You didn't have to do that, Lassie."

Carlton did a quick roll of his eyes. "Shawn, you've been throwing up since last night. You're pretty sick and I'm not working on any major cases right now."

Shawn snickered.

Carlton blew out a breath. "It's nothing Juliet can't handle until tomorrow." Carlton came over to stand next to Shawn. "She hopes you're feeling better."

When no reply came from Shawn, he noticed the younger man's eyes were closed. "You better not fall asleep on the floor. I'm not carrying you to the bed."

Shawn took a deep breath and opened weary eyes to find Carlton standing in front of him.

Carlton kneeled down next to Shawn, his knees cracking as they hit the floor.

Shawn eyed the water in Carlton's hand. "What? No pineapple smoothie?"

"If I thought you could keep it down, maybe." Carlton gave him a smile before handing the water to him.

Shawn brought the water up to his lips and let the cool liquid rush down his dry throat.

He took another drink before handing it back to Carlton, "Let's just hope that stays down."

Carlton put the water off to the side before turning his attention back to Shawn. "Do you think you can make it back to the bedroom?"

Carlton ran his fingers through Shawn's short hair and smiled as the younger man groaned in appreciation.

"Yeah." Shawn blew out in little more than a whisper.

Carlton could see he was fighting to keep his eyes open and knew he needed to act now. He put one of Shawn's arms around his shoulders and circled his arm around Shawn's waist, "Ready?"

Shawn opened his eyes and made contact with Carlton's before nodding his head.

"Ok, here we go." Carlton lifted and Shawn pushed up with his feet and they were able to get him out of the bathroom and across the hall to the bedroom without any mishaps.

Carlton sat Shawn down on his side of the bed before arranging the sheets so Shawn could lie down comfortably. After pulling back the covers Carlton turned back to Shawn and helped him to lie down before pulling the blankets up around him.

He smoothed the sweaty hair back off his lover's forehead before bending down and placing a light kiss above his eye.

Shawn smiled. "You'll get sick."

"You let me worry about that." Carlton turned off the bedroom light on his way out the door, "Get some sleep, Shawn."

His only response was the light snoring coming from the direction of the bed.

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