Notes: Holy heckie I can't believe i didn't catch this sooner. I just realized the chapter wasn't even finished when i posted. I'm seriously sorry about that. Wow. That's what i get for not proofreading.
Striders are So Stubborn: Chapter 2- I Hate Medicine
Dave was woken up by a nudge to his side. At first he mumbled and turned over, until the nudging got more pushy and he couldn't ignore it anymore. "Whaaaat," he whined, opening his eyes to see John sitting there, next to him on the edge of the bed, a suspicious looking bottle and spoon in his hands.
"Hey there sleepyhead. Welcome to the land of the living," John grinned, snickering a bit.
If he were feeling better, Dave would probably been able to find some snarky comment to reply, but instead he just answered with a weak, "Shut up."
"Nah I don't feel like it," John's grin got wider. "Plus it's time to take your medicine," he added, shaking the bottle of syrupy liquid in his hand.
"No," Dave said defiantly, even though it came out more hoarse and pretty fucking weak.
"Um I don't think you're in much of a position to say no to me. Your fucking curled up in three blankets and sick as hell. I don't think you have any good argument with which to use on me."
"How about the fact I fuckin hate medicine."
"That doesn't mean anything Dave. You're still gonna take it even if I have to forcefeed it to you."
"Nope." After that reply though, he went into yet another coughing fit, just proving John right.
After Dave was done coughing up a lung, his boyfriend spoke again. "Okay. Enough's enough. Open the hell up."
Dave however, being the stubborn ass he was, kept his mouth tightly closed. But John had a ploy.
". Also while you were passed out, I bought apple juice. But if you don't take your medicine, you won't get any. I will drink it all. All of it will be mine. None for you."
"Fine. Whatever. Give me the fucking medicine." After that is said Dave sneezes and grumbles.
John grins and pours some of the syrupy liquid into the spoon. "Open up Strider."
Dave reluctantly opens his mouth, only to have the spoon shoved in his mouth. After the spoon leaves, he swallows and sticks out his tongue in a show of disgust. "Bluh that shit tastes disgusting," he grumbles.
John snickers. "But it will help you get better."
"How the hell does this happen? Like…Striders are supposed to be invincible to sickness. The world apparently does not understand that fucking law I guess."
John frowns a bit, actually thinking about something before responding. "That…may have been partially my fault."
"What the hell's *cough* that supposed to mean?"
"Last week I was kinda sick. It didn't affect me as much I guess cuz I've been sick so much before. It was just that little cough I called allergies."
"Yeah now I remember. You called it allergies then proceeded to make out with my face. Yknow you owe me now."
"Hey. It's not all my fault. You haven't gotten sick since I've known you. It was about time something happened."
"Fuck you." He sneezed again and grumbled.
"I don't think you're up for that right now. You look like shit."
"I feel like shit. Thank you Sherlock for the brilliant observation."
"Stop being so grumpy. I'm gonna take care of you, remember?"
John then climbed into the bed and wrapped his arms around the other. Usually Dave would complain, but John was just so warm and somehow made him feel better, so he snuggled closer. He curled up into the other and was soon to fall asleep.
John just smiled as he combed his fingers through the others hair and snuggled him close. Taking care of Dave was more fun than he thought. He idly thought about how cute the other looked while sleeping. He then snickered quietly as he thought about what dave would say to that. God he loved his boyfriend.