The flash fic in which Sakura is sick and Sasuke is an awesome husbando.

Written for sasusakuparadise. I hope you feel better honey.

xxx

The Uchiha living room was lit with the soft light of the lamp, the television was turned down low, and the fragrant scent of miso filtered in from the kitchen, where it was bubbling steadily. It was still early in the night but Sakura had been feeling so dreadful.

When she got home from her shift she made it as far as the couch. Sakura was burning up then and she still doesn't remember passing out.

Sakura was sick of being sick. She'd been fending off a bug or something for weeks now. It was a little surprising because her immunity to sickness was actually very high, but the children's ward got her in the end.

"Sasuke-kun." Sakura called out. Her voice cracked and failed however, and the sound didn't carry into the kitchen.

She huffed.

Sakura disliked being unwell; in fact, she hated it.

She felt yuck.

"It'll be ready soon." Sasuke informed from the archway. His expression was blank but Sakura could see the worry in his eyes; it was a softness that she had grown used to.

"Thanks." Sakura croaked, and then groaned at the sound of her voice. "I sound horrible."

Sasuke smirked as he approached.

"Yes." He agreed. "Like a demon."

Sakura was too weak to smack him on the arm, but she did touch his hand when he sat.

"I hate feeling this way." She murmured, after a moment of silence. Sasuke nodded, and his expression grew serious.

"You weren't well when I found you, Sakura." He said. "I want you to go to the doctor."

Sakura frowned.

"I am a doctor." She replied, intoning the obviousness of it all.

"It's not the same." His eyes narrowed. "And you know it."

Sasuke didn't say that he was worried outright; he never did. The key to reading her husband was looking between the lines. He was more comfortable letting her infer his feelings through his actions.

"You still have a fever." He pointed out.

Sakura thought, as she watched him, 'You love me.'

She imagined him finding her after work and felt instantly guilty; guilty for making him worry and guilty for being happy about it. When she woke she was piled beneath blankets and had pillows tucked under her head; she was wearing a clan shirt and had a wet washer on her forehead.

"I'm sorry for scaring you. I should have looked after myself better. I'll go see Tsunade-sama tomorrow." She said, squeezing his hand. "Thank you for looking after me, Sasuke-kun."

Sasuke's frown dissipated and he looked a little surprised. His eyes softened then; his fingers squeezed back.

He nodded and stood, and her fingers slipped from his. Sasuke looked down at his wife silently, eyes meeting, and Sakura knew exactly what he was trying to say.

She didn't tell him that she loves him, not then, but she would later when they were in bed. She'd say it when he was comfortable, lying close and protected by the veil of night. It was during that time when he would speak freely, and she would listen. It was during that time when he'd voice his love. It was a magical time of the night.

Sasuke cleared his throat suddenly. "The food will be ready." He said gruffly, and the moment ended. "Don't move, I'll bring it to you."

"Okay." Sakura agreed, and she scooted up a little to half sit half lie.

"Can we watch a movie?" She asked.

Her husband nodded, yes. "Hn. I'm taking tomorrow off, so we have time."

"Cool." She smiled as brightly as her sore body would let her.

Sasuke nodded his recognition once more and left to serve dinner. Sakura sighed.

She really did hate being sick, but she didn't hate the attention, or the extra time Sasuke was spending with her.

Yes. She didn't hate it at all…