Lauren hated being sick. Like, really hated it. She was a doctor, she knew that it happened, that despite her carefully planned diet filled with vitamins and supplements designed to help support a healthy immune system, her body was not perfect, and she would, at some point, get sick. Especially with a virus as tricky as the flu. It just mutated so quickly, there was no way to be immune to all strains of it, and eventually she would come across one she had never encountered before, and couldn't protect against.
That didn't mean she had to like it.
In the past few years, getting sick meant apologetic emails to the Ash, and spending the day in bed, alone, coordinating with her staff via phone or email while checking her vitals and maintaining a proper level of hydration.
This time, however, after calling and coordinating, she got to lay in bed while her gorgeous succubus girlfriend made her soup from a can and put on cheesy romantic comedies and wiped her face with a cool washcloth. This time she had Bo to get her more blankets when she was cold, or run to the pharmacy to get more Tylenol and tissues.
"You know, for claiming to not be very domestic, you are very good at playing nursemaid" Lauren said, shifting in bed to get more comfortable. Bo just smiled, wiping at her sick girlfriend's forehead with the washcloth.
"Well, it's nice being the doctor this time, I'm always the patient" the brunette said, leaning over and kissing the blonde doctor on the forehead. "You just rest up, this is a nasty flu, I've never seen you get more than a sniffle"
It was true, while Lauren did very rarely get sick, even on those few occasions where she was ill she had never had anything this bad before. For two days she had been suffering from this flu, experiencing chills, fever, aches and pains, and she could barely keep anything down besides soup and crackers. It made the doctor itch to draw some blood and examine herself, but she was too weak to do anything except lay in bed. Nodding at her brunette lover, she snuggled under the covers, letting a fever-induced sleep pull her into peaceful rest.
Bo looked down at her sleeping girlfriend, watching her chest rise and fall in a gentle rhythm. She forgot at times that Lauren wasn't some super-smart species of fae, just a brilliant, fragile human that occasionally got things like the flu. She was delicate, breakable. Bo was so rarely reminded of this, the doctor was always so reliable, a wealth of scientific fae knowledge, resourceful, finding solutions to problems most people didn't even know existed, with materials and methods and equipment most people, fae or human, couldn't ever hope to dream up. But Lauren did it every day, every time the Ash or Bo or any of the Light Fae needed her, no matter what rare or insane request they had, Lauren usually had the answer.
And now, watching her sleep, a light sheen of sweat forming as the pale woman twitched in fitful, fever-induced sleep, Bo was never more aware of her lover's mortality. The human doctor never faltered, never hesitated to join them in dangerous situations, even against the most powerful fae. Her fearlessness in the face of the unknown was something Bo admired in the woman, part of why she loved Lauren so much. Bo always thought of Lauren as indestructible, but seeing her now, knocked out by a simple flu virus, reduced to a shivering, vomiting mess by a tiny, microscopic little organism, scared the succubus, scared her more than she had ever been frightened before.
"Don't worry" Bo whispered, leaning back over and kissing the doctor's sweaty forehead, "I'll always protect you"