Repost, because apparently I just click buttons instead of looking what I do…. Sigh, the story of my life.
Merlin swung his arm over his eyes, groaning loudly. His head was pounding with an evil throb and it didn't show any sign of going to lessen in the following minutes.
When he would blink it would be painful, but if he wouldn't blink his eyes would swell up with tears that had nowhere to go. Obviously, he was screwed and had to choose between to blink or not to blink.
And like he wasn't tormented enough with his life or death decision, he was also plagued by excessively coughing, heavy feeling limbs and a running nose that kept on tingling whenever he had to sneeze.
And like on cue another sneeze attack was overcoming him and he reached blindly for the tissue box he knew was on his bedside table, all that moving did nothing good for his pounding head and he groaned loudly. His groaning intensified when he was forced to sit up to blow his nose properly.
When he was done, he scrunched up the tissue and just threw it on the floor, there was no space anymore in his already filled-to-the-top-with-tissues bin and he actually couldn't care any less about the mess he made at the moment.
Will this abomination ever stop? He wondered to himself as he lowered himself down into a lying position again.
Not sooner than he had done so, the door of his bedroom squeaked open and a ray of light appeared in the otherwise pitch dark room and ultimately reached his eyes, making Merlin grunt and moan with pain. As quick as the light filtered in, just as quick it disappeared with the door being shut and Merlin could hear the familiar footfalls on the carpet and a rustling of some kind of plastic.
His bed dipped and a hand made it to his forehead. It felt so nice and cool against his otherwise clammy skin and he leaned into the touch with his eyes closed.
"Still warm." The voice muttered. "How are you feeling?" Arthur whispered quietly.
"Like death warmed up, Arthur." Merlin whispered just as quietly back, repressing the urge to cough his lungs out to not infect his boyfriend with his germs. "Everything aches to a most annoying level." Merlin manages to open his eyes halfway and could make out the silhouette of his boyfriend.
"Well, I come bearing gifts." Arthur answered with a shake of the plastic bag and Merlin could hear several plastic containers banging against each other in the bag.
"My dad practically handed me half of the hospital's pharmacy after I told him you were sick. He must really like you then." Arthur chuckled and Merlin smiled weakly. Not that Arthur could see that due to the dark state of the room.
"Well I am pretty special." Merlin said with a sense of pride. "Oh crap – move!" Merlin pushed Arthur to the side just in time for him to avoid getting hit by yet another one of his sneeze attacks, now even combined with some coughing. He started to pat the side table to find the tissue box; knocking over some painkiller bottles and a nose spray on his quest to do so. The box was quickly trust into his hand by Arthur and Merlin pulled three sheets out of the box and blew his nose.
Leaning back into his pillows Merlin scoffed. "How appealing I must look now."
"Ah, don't worry about it. We all get sick." Arthur carded a hand through his boyfriend's sweat clad hair and pulled the duvet up higher. "Now, you just stay there and let your amazing boyfriend care for you for a change." Arthur leaned forward and pecked a kiss on Merlin's warm forehead.
"I'll make you some soup." Arthur said eventually after sitting for a while on the side of the bed with Merlin's hand folded in his.
"Okay. But please don't set the kitchen on fire like last time."