This is set when Sam and Tom are engaged and living together in Sam's flat. Hope you enjoy it :) Also, to anyone else (like me) who had experienced the disgusting illness known as 'Norovirus' you'll know how bloody awful Sam and Tom are going to be feeling in this fic.

Wednesday, 4am
Sam awoke feeling hot and sticky along with a strong queasy nauseas feeling inside her. She turned over to face her fiancé in their double bed, and peered through the darkness to find that he too was awake despite it being the early hours of the morning.

"Tom, I don't feel well." Sam croaked as she brought both hands up to her stomach and applied pressure, hoping it would relieve some of her discomfort. The action didn't work at all so she peeled her hands off of her stomach and then folded the duvet off of her so that she could cool down. It had only made her feel even worse because she realised that her limbs were aching as though she had just completed a marathon along with a heavy weights competition. Maybe they had left the heating on when they went to bed, maybe that was why she was so hot. But then she remembered that she had turned the heating off herself the night before, when the pair had slipped into bed.

"Neither do I." Tom replied quietly as he pushed the duvet off of him too and it fell to the floor. He brought his hand up to his forehead and wiped away the bead of sweat that had accumulated.
"How long have you been awake?" Sam whispered. Her voice was hoarse as her throat felt dry and rough.
"Not long... ten minutes maybe?" Tom replied quietly, though he was unsure as he wasn't thinking straight. He was too busy focussing on the nausea that he had awoken too not long ago, along with abdominal cramps. Sam lay there, taking deep breaths to cool herself down in the dark room but it wasn't long until her stomach began to churn. Both of them knew each other well enough that neither was in he he mood to talk or to play 'doctor' and to come to a conclusion to what it was. They both knew it was the norovirus anyway; there had been an outbreak in the ED for the last week and they had been exposed to many sick patients.

"I think I'm gonna be sick." Sam muttered quickly as she jumped out of her bed and ran into the ensuite bathroom, luckily, her side of the bed was closed to the bathroom than Tom's was. She only just made it to the toilet bowl before she collapsed onto her knees to get a better aim in the dark room and projectile vomited into the bowl. She was bringing up another lot when the light clicked on and she felt someone pull her thick, long hair back behind her shoulders and then a soothing hand on her back. Sam barely had time to catch her breath back before she vomited again.

Once she had finished, she kept herself balanced on her knees on the bathroom floor whilst she got her breathing back from a deep panting, to a slower, usual pace. Unfortunately, because she had treated patients with the norovirus, she knew that that would be the first of many vomiting episodes, despite the fact that she was already so fatigued and lethargic.

She was brought out of her thoughts when the toilet was flushed and she felt two hands heave her up by her moist armpits. She was only in shorts and a sleeveless top but she was burning up and sweating even more than she would've done after a long morning run in the middle of a heat wave.

Tom had pulled her up, despite him having achy arms and little energy, but considering that he had not yet vomited, he gathered that she must've felt worse than him. He guided her back to bed and laid her down. He took away one of she two pillows so she was laying flatter to make her comfortable.
"I'll be back in a minute." He whispered before he left her, and used all his strength to put one sweaty foot in front of the other until he reached the kitchen. He grabbed two bottles of water and then opened the medicine cabinet to find that it was almost empty. There wasn't any medication for diarrhoea as far as he could see, so he grabbed the last box of paracetamol to bring down their fevers, along with the reusable thermometer, the washing up bowl from the sink, and a bucket from a cupboard before he returned to the bed where Sam was groaning quietly in discomfort as she hugged her aching stomach.

He placed a bucket besides Sam and tucked her hair behind her ear before he placed the thermometer in it, at which she winced.
"Sorry, sorry." Tom whispered as he put his hand on hers. After a few seconds it beeped and Tom took it out. "38.7°" Tom announced quietly. They both knew she had a fever, he just wanted to get an idea of how how she was. He knew he had the same as he so, still whilst squatting besides her bed, he pressed the thermometer in his ear until it beeped. "39.5°" Tom croaked. "Do I get a prize for being hotter?" He joked half heartedly. "Sorry, not in the joking mood." Tom muttered as Sam merely groaned and hugged her stomach even tighter. "Right, there isn't a chance you could be pregnant is there? You're not late are you?" Tom queried. He was almost certain of the answer -they were always careful-, he just wanted to check. If there was a chance, he'd rush her to hospital and hook her up on fluids.

"No." Sam whispered.
"Okay well here's some paracetamol for the fever. But there's not a lot else in the cupboard that you can take." Tom stated. He helped Sam sit up and just as he handed Sam the box of painkillers, he felt things moving in his stomach.
"You okay?" Sam queried softly, his face showed confusion, but before he could reply, he stumbled to his feet, fell into the bathroom and slammed the door behind him. She sighed before she swallowed two tablets followed by a gulp of water to sooth her dry throat. Had Tom been vomiting, she would've comforted him, but she could hear that he was otherwise engaged so she knew he wouldn't want her in there whilst he had no control over his bowels. Sam didn't have the energy to get up so she kept herself up right on the bed whilst she waited for him to come out. After a little while, she heard the toilet flush and then the taps run. "Tom, you okay?" Sam shouted which required effort, it also brought the fact that she had a headache developing to her attention.

He opened the bathroom door and slowly made his way back to his side of the bed. He collected the washing up bowl on his way, leaving Sam the bucket, and then laid down in bed and out the bowl besides him.
"Fine." He mumbled as wiped his forehead again and then threw both of his pillows onto the floor in anger as he couldn't get comfortable.
"We need toilet roll, and paracetamol, and dioralyte, and some tablets to stop diarrhoea." Sam stated quietly. "I'll-"
"Well I'm not going Sam!" Tom snapped. "I'm as ill as you are so don't think that you can send me up the shops because you think you're worse off than me! Or because I'm the 'bloke' and I'm meant to look after you while you're sick because I'm sick too!" Tom shouted at Sam.
"I... I was going to say I'll call fletch to get them for us." Sam stated as she moved as far as possible to her side of the bed because she was scared of him. Tom immediately regretted shouting at her, he just felt so ill and he thought that she was telling him to go up the shops for her when he clearly wasn't capable of doing so.
"Sam I-" Tom began but Sam slid off of the bed which caused her to groan.
"I'll go and ring him." Sam said quietly as she avoided eye contact with Tom before she walked out of the room.

Thanks for reading, please review and let me know what you think, I'm a bit unsure of this fic x