Feeling ill
Disclaimer - still nothing to do with Emmerdale
Aaron had caught Flu, proper Flu, not this man Flu that people quipped about he'd gone to work Monday morning coughing and wheezing, he usually only wore a thin Tee shirt under his overalls but this morning three thick layers and the mechanic was still freezing, chilled to the bone, he'd immediately made a cup of tea held his hands around the cup the heat from the contents warming his hands.
By mid morning the young mechanics head was pounding and he was sweating even though he still felt cold, every time he bent over an engine he'd start to cough, on one occasion he'd cough so hard he'd banged his head on the bonnet of the car he was working on, this made the pain in his skull ten times worse, he'd sworn under his breath and didn't know whether to rub his head or his sore ribs that were now protesting at the number of times his lungs and heart felt like they were crashing against them.
By lunch time Cain took pity on the younger man and sent him home with the instructions not to return to work until completely better, Aaron thought that that would probably be the next day, He'd never had Flu before so didn't realise that it literally took you off your feet for a few days, he managed to drag himself up to Smithy cottage and straight up the stairs not daring to sit down in case he couldn't get up the energy to move ever again.
He fell onto his bed fully clothed, dragged the duvet over his head coughed and spluttered, he couldn't breath properly under the covers but couldn't be arsed to move so moaned, shuffled about trying to get comfy, admitted defeat so poked his head out from under the duvet and tried to take a deep breath, this caused the coughing spasms to return, he coughed so much his head felt like it was going to split in two and his eyes watered, he was miserable, why didn't someone just shoot him?
He was so tired but every time he settled down and sleep was within his grasp he'd start coughing again which meant he had to start all over again, one of these times worked as he managed to sleep although fitfully, his dreams a jumble of weird impressions and distorted voices, he'd kicked the duvet off now because he was really hot
Jackson had let himself into Smithy cottage, he'd called at the garage to see his boyfriend but he wasn't there, he'd found out he'd been sent home ill, he'd called at the shop to buying essentials supplies, tissues, hot lemon drinks and a nasal stick, oh and cans of Tomato soup and Chicken soup the latter his mother had always referred to as Jewish Penicillin, it was all quiet downstairs so he guessed that Aaron must have made it upstairs to bed.
The builder had opened one of the cans of soup it was in a pan on the stove for when it was needed, he'd put the kettle on and set about making a couple of cups of tea, once they were ready he balanced them with one hand picked up the rest of the supplies and climbed the stairs to the mechanics room, he didn't knock just quietly opened the door and went in.
The sight that greeted Jackson when he opened the door took his breath away, even ill and with a bright red nose, Aaron, his boyfriend, was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen, he didn't want to disturb him so left the supplies, cup of tea and a little love letter for Aaron to read when he woke up, as quietly as he entered he left the room and his sleeping boyfriend
Aaron rose through the layers of sleep to immediately start coughing again, he sat on the side of the bed and noticed the tissues and still warm cup of tea on the bedside cabinet, he took a welcome drink, grabbed a tissue and then noticed the note.
After reading the note and for the first time that day Aaron didn't feel so bad
A/N - Wrote this because for the last five days I've had cold/flu, felt like crap until My Hubby said I was still beautiful, he couldn't leave it at that though - no, he had to mention My huge red nose.