Author's Note: Just a cute little one shot, no real pairing, could be anyone, hope doesn't mess up my formatting.
Disclaimer: Still don't own the X-Men, except in action figure form!
I smelled the chicken noodle soup before I saw it. Felt his cool hand on my forehead.
"Feeling any better?" I tried to answer, but my mouth felt full of cotton.
"Here, drink this. It'll help." Hard plastic to my dry lips as he poured a little water into my mouth. I coughed, his hand on my back helping me sit up.
"Not so fast, there, try again." I managed to take a few sips
"Do you want to try to eat a little?" I needed reaching for the spoon but missing greatly. He smiled a little and held the spoon to my lips, letting me sip the noodles and broth.
"Why are you here?" I asked when I finally could talk again. "Where is everyone else?"
"On a mission. I asked to stay behind so I could make sure you're okay." I blinked wondering if this was just another fever dream.
"Why?"
'Because, unlike some people think, I actually do care about you."
"Really?" I asked looking him and falling victim to another coughing fit.
"Really, now how about you take another bite of this soup I made?" I opened my mouth letting him feed me another spoonful.
"Made this?" I must be dreaming. He can't cook.
"I opened the can, and put it in the bowl and heated it in the microwave." I smiled weakly. That was more like him. I must have eaten enough because he put the bowl and spoon the floor.
"Come on, lay back down. You need your rest." I shook my head. I didn't want to sleep. I was tired of sleeping.
"Don't want to sleep? Want to go downstairs and watch TV?"
"What on?"
"Probably nothing. I could put in a movie?" I nodded trying to stand up, but my legs didn't seem to want to hold me. He caught me without letting me fall too far.
'Why don't I carry you? Since the only working TV is downstairs. I nodded as he slid a hand under my knees and scooped me up. I laid my head on his shoulder as he carried me down the stairs.
"I'm going to lay on the sofa, okay?"
"Yeah." I felt the cold couch cushions touch my back and started shivering. He didn't notice as he looked at the movies against the wall.
"Okay, I've picked out three I think you'll like." I nodded, my eyes already starting to close as he sat down next to my out stretched legs.
"Does it matter what we watch?" I shook my head figuring he'd just put some guy movie in.
"Okay, now I think you'll really like this one. Even if you don't, the soundtrack is pretty good," he leaned over and put the videotape in.
DVD player must be broken again I thought as the movie started and I shivered again. This time he noticed.
"Cold?" He didn't wait for an answer before covering me in something warm and slightly heavy. Whatever it was smelled like cinnamon and spice. I fell asleep before the movie really even started. The last thing I saw was the title. "The Breakfast Club"