Tom lay in bed, a glum look on his handsome face.
"Typical bloody man." exclaimed Anya. "You get shot, beaten up, pushed from a moving car, forced to work down a mine and you never bat an eye. But as soon as you get a bit of cold then you're dying."
She handed him a couple of Ibuprofen and a glass of water. "Now don't say I don't look after you."
"Yes Mum" he said, and just managed to dodge a playful cuff on the ear.
A/N
I scribbled this down while waiting for the concluding episode of season 2 last night. But having seen that I need to write down a "what happens next" fic!! That's when I've recovered from the shock.