She was heading down to the main Battery. Chackwas had informed her that after going down on the last rainy planet, Garrus had contracted a form of turian flu. It wasn't that unexpected, even she had felt a bit cold after getting soaked and standing in the wind… and she was practically a cyborg.
She didn't know anything about turian diseases. Her knowledge of them went from where to hit and shoot to incapacitate, torture or kill one in various inventive ways (also developed over time by experience) to -later- the best way to make one particular turian writhe and beg for more.
Reaching her destination she pressed the green light to let herself in.
Of course, he was still doing his perpetual calibrations… not even eating a rocket could make him take a break longer than a few days of unconsciousness and recovery… did she really expect him to lie down from a measly flu?…
"Garrus…"
He turned around, nodded and then went back to his work.
"… something wrong?..."
His usual 'Need me for something?' was conspicuously absent. That was somewhat unusual, and… weird…
"Do."
"Pardon?" …was that supposed to be a 'No'?... Shepard felt a smile creeping up.
"I zaid 'do'… ztop zmirkin'…"
She had no idea turians could sound stuffy… Is that an effect of the translator, or is it really how he sounds? …
"You sure you should be up working? Maybe …"
"I'b vine… "
"You don't 'zound vine' to me…" she deadpanned.
"C'mon, stop being stubborn. Let's go up."
He followed obediently. She didn't hear a peep from him the whole way up.
-loft-
"Get in bed." As soon as the words left her mouth he shot her a dirty look.
"Not like that, you perv!"
"Zure… wateve' you zay Zepard…" His attempt at snark unfortunately failed due to his 'condition'. Shepard had to stifle another laugh.
"I'll go see if Gardner has anything warmed up for you. Did Cackwas give you any meds?"
"Yez, I already took zem."
She really needed to get out of the room before she burst out laughing.
Shepard returned with some sort of snot-green, steaming hot, gue-like stuff. It looked worse than it smelled, but he seemed to like it.
She turned the temperature up so he'd be more comfortable and sat next to him on the bed, pulling the covers further up.
"You dun 'ave do coddle be…" he protested, frowning a little.
"..hmmm… you sure?..." she drawled and slid up close to him.
"Zepard, I'b not really zat zik."
"Of course not…"
"I'b zeriouz."
"…pffft… sorry…"
They both got under the covers and shortly fell asleep.
-
Shepard woke up alone, feeling a little feverish.
Damn. Forgot the heat on…
Garrus had probably already headed back to his calibrations. She looked at the clock.
Shit! Can't believe I slept so much!
She got up and got dressed. But now she was feeling cold and started shivering a bit.
Se shrugged it off, and went down to the CIC.
Garrus was just coming out of he Main Battery to grab some lunch, he was feeling much better after some rest. He'd left Shepard sleeping, she looked so peaceful, he couldn't bring himself to wake her.
He saw her pass by, she didn't even register him. And she looked… off.
"Shepard?"
"hu?"
She looked dazed, and her cheeks had turned pink. Then she made this weird 'achoo' sound.
"What was that?" it was the first time he heard something like that out of her.
"A… zneeze?..." Shepard sounded puzzled. She seemed just as surprised by the strange sound as he was.
"Commander?" Chackwas must have overheard, while coming out for lunch herself.
"Awww, zhit… don't tell be the rain got be too… ztubid Zerberuz! Zouldn't I be immune to zis zhit?..."
"No cure was found to the common cold, Commander…" the doctor reminded, with a smile.
"So, Shepard… something wrong?" Garrus slurred mockingly.
"Oh, zhut ub…"
A/N: well, another mk fill. I hope you can understand sick-people-speak.