A/N: This AU takes place in Ireland after Sybil, Tom, and the baby are able to move back to Ireland. Here's my little contribution to ROCK THE IRISH AU!
Tom wanted to die. He had never felt so bad in his life. His temples were pulsing, his nose was puffy and dripping all over the place. His throat felt dry as the desert and sore. His body was feverish yet he was feelings chills down his spine.
"You have the flu," Sybil stated as she took the thermometer out of his mouth and placed a wet cloth on his forehead.
Tom stared at her, "The flu!" He meant to shout but his sore throat scratched as the attempt and he regretted immediately.
Sybil looked amusingly at her husband, "Yes the flu."
More carefully this time of his throat he whispered, "This feels so much worst than the flu. I'm telling you love I'm dyin'! Dyin' Sybil!"
Sybil giggled at his stage whispers. Her husband could be quite dramatic at times. "Tom you are not!" She said through her laughter. Shaking her head she smiled, "Honestly you're worse than Saoirse!"
Tom attempted to laugh but it resulting into a coughing fit, after Sybil had helped him up and given him some water. Frowning Tom asked, "Where is she by the way?"
She smiled sweetly as she unbuttoned his shirt. "At your mother's."
"Trying to get me out of my shirt, eh?" He wheezed before falling into another coughing fit.
Rolling her eyes as she reached the end of shirt, she pushed it off his chest as she talked. "Oh yes and it has nothing to do with you being sick and everything to do with sex." Sybil then grabbed another cloth from the basin besides her and began to rub his chest.
He smiled weakly as he joked, "Does this mean I'll be getting a sponge bath later?"
"Maybe if you're a good boy." She replied with a wink and as she got began buttoning up his shirt again.
They stayed quiet enjoying the quiet as she check him once again before Tom broke the silence. "I wish I could kiss you right now."
Sybil smiled as she took his hand in hers, "You'll be better by tomorrow and then we can kiss for as long as we like." And with that she kissed him on the hand before grabbing the newspapers he had next to their bed and began to read to him the news.
Somewhere after the first paper Tom finally drifted out to sleep dreaming of sponge baths and kisses.