A/N Okay, my new story, this one has been written very oddly, the second paragraph written before the first and all of that wibbly wobbly writing I seem to do :)
Disclaimer: I don't own or make money off of Sanctuary or it's characters, I just enjoy borrowing and torturing the characters with my amazing little sickfic-loving mind.
It was 3am, still pitch black outside henry's bedroom window. He woke to a tickle in his throat and after coughing a few times, he went back to sleep, but oddly the tickle was still there.
He woke again at 5am, the sun just beginning to come up, giving the sky a pale yellow color. The tickle that had remained in his throat had now turned into a sharp pain. He tried to swallow as slowly as he could, but still couldn't manage to shake the pain that tore through his throat. He decided to go back to sleep before he had to deal with his sore throat again.
It took him a while to become aware that he was being spoken to, evenly between asleep and awake "Hey Hank," Kate's voice came from a few feet away.
Henry managed to open his eyes, although even that took a bit more effort than usual "Wha-"
"We've been waiting for you for like an hour, Magnus finally told me to come see what was up, and it obviously was not you."
"Sorry." He rasped.
"Don't apologize, you don't look too good, I could tell Magnus, she probably wouldn't mind."
"Naw," he attempted to sit up, and almost succeeded if dizziness hadn't taken over first, making him slowly lie back down.
Henry glanced up at her, and saw traces of worry in her expression. "I'm getting Magnus." She told him.
By the time Magnus had come, Henry was sitting on the edge of the bed. "Henry, are you alright?" Helen said with slight panic as she rushed in. She couldn't remember the last time he'd been sick, being a HAP, she just guessed his immune system grew stronger.
"Yeah, yeah I'm good." He said, although his constant sniffling and shivering didn't help his case much. Lacking a nearby thermometer, Magnus pressed the back of her hand to Henry's forehead, causing him to pull back. "Doc, I can still work, it's just a cold or something."
Magnus shook her head in disbelief "Just get some rest."
His body quickly bent in a powerful sneeze, Magnus handed him a tissue and gave him an 'I-Told-You-So' look.
Sneezing. That didn't help his case at all.
"Henry please, if anything, stay in bed so the rest don't get sick."
That was the last thing she wanted and henry knew it. Although, he also knew that she cared for him, maybe a bit too much at time, but at least she cared. Henry stood, contemplating the decision. Magnus chuckled at his deep thought, both because he thought she was giving him a choice, and because he would rather work, most likely to keep his mind off the illness. "I um . . ." he clearly hadn't come to a decision yet.
"Henry." His head turned to the sharp tone "You're not working today."
He tilted his head, and then realized just how stupid he was "Of course I'm not." Henry sighed, relaxing more to get her to back off "Just don't strap me down, please!" Helen thought he was being sarcastic, but she wasn't entirely sure.
Will walked in "Hey," he greeted at the sight of Magnus sitting at the infirmary computer, along with a series of Abnormal skulls sitting on a metal table next to her. Magnus quickly looked away from the screen and nodded a greeting. "How's Henry?" Will asked.
Deciding that she can break her focus from the monitor once more, she looked at Will "He's fine. I told him he could rest in his own bedroom instead of staying here in the infirmary."
"Do you think that's better?"
"I told him to be careful because he's nowhere near well enough to work."
Will chuckled "Do you think he's going to?"
A smile came to Helen's face "I doubt it." She laughed "But I didn't expect him to get much rest in an infirmary bed, and it's only the flu, anyway."
Henry woke to Helen's quiet voice "Henry, I need you to sit up." He felt her softly nudging his arm.
His eyes opened, his room was beginning to get dark. Must've been evening. How long had he been asleep? "What?" Henry whispered hoarsely.
She held up a glass of water and showed him the pills in her hands, "Take these." Magnus instructed, bringing the water closer to him "I was also wondering if I could get you to eat something."
That sentence brought a very direct response. Henry quickly shook his head and looked as if he was ready to beg her never to speak of it again.
She sighed pitifully and coaxed him to take the medicine, and he did, not willingly, but in fear that she would kick his ass if he refused. Truthfully he just wanted to sleep this flu off, but knowing Dr. Helen Magnus, she wasn't going to let him do that. She was most likely determined to take care of him and lecture him about taking care of himself at the same time, not that she would ever let him do that.
Suddenly his breath shuddered and his body pitched forward. Coughing harshly, henry could feel Helen rubbing his back.
As he sat up straight again, he could see it in her face, the uncertainty. It made him uncomfortable, but he knew she was re-thinking whether this was a normal illness.
TBC?