Under the weather

Disclaimer: Stargate: Atlantis and it's characters are not mine. It's owned by MGM. This story is for fun, not for profit.

Summary: Teyla has the flu.

Pairing: Teyla/John

She felt terrible. All she could do was lay in bed. She had been sick for the past 3 days, the worst of the days being today. She was surprised that she actually knew how long it had been. Because of how sick she was, the days just seemed to blend together. Her skin was blotchy and her eyed red. She felt as if her body was void of all fluids and they were all on the dozens of tissues that lay around her. Her head felt has if she had smashed it between a door 7 times. She barley had enough energy to breath. Her nose was sore, and her body ached on a whole. Her throat felt as if it was on fire, and she felt she would rather die at this point. She hadn't gotten sick in a long time. Maybe that was why it was so bad for her now. She was tired beyond belief, but her discomfort didn't allow her any rest. She tried her very best to tuck away her discomfort so she could get some rest, but it was useless. After a little while, she finally beat her uneasiness, and was finally able to fall asleep.

When Teyla woke again, her throat dreadfully parched. She couldn't even swallow. Unfortunately, she didn't have enough energy to get something to drink for herself. All she could do was lay there, and wait for help. She closed her eyes and did her best to relax considering the situation. Suddenly, she felt the bed move beneath her. Her eyes popped open as she tried to lift her head up to see who was present, ultimately failing, although she already had a pretty good idea. She waited until the person was hovering right over her to see who it was. When she saw who was there, she smiled the best she could. "How you doing Teyla?" John asked, smiling at her. But it was obvious the he was worried about her. She could see his eyes were laced with it. When she tried to open her mouth, she realized that because of how dry her throat was, she couldn't even talk. John must have realized this, and gave her a glass of water. She gratefully took it, and tried her best to sit up. John knew that she couldn't do this by herself, so he took her arm and helped to prop her up. She eagerly drag the water. " Thank-you John.'' She was finally able to say. "You look terrible babe" John stated unconsciously. She simply shook her head in agreement. He knew that saying what he did probably didn't make her feel any better, so he did the next best thing. He leaned over and gave her a kiss on the lips. Teyla eagerly reacted. Teyla suddenly remembered that what she had was contagious, and the last thing she wanted to do was make John sick. "I don't want to make you sick.'' She told John. He simply shrugged, his action clearly indicating that he was more worried about making her better than him getting sick. He leaned his forehead on hers, a frequent gesture between the two. "Do u feel any better?'' John asked. " Getting better al the time" Teyla replied with a smile.