"I can't breath," Liz complained. Red lifted his head and looked over at her. He'd promised to take care of her like she had done for him. Of course, she had been well.
"Do we had any vapo rub?" Red asked before sitting up slowly. Even with that speed, he felt like he might fall over.
"In the bathroom," Liz answered before coughing. She groaned and shifted more into her pillows. Red gave a strained grunt as he stood up. Everything ached. He doubted that she felt any better. After he rummaged through the medicine cabinet, he found the jar of vapo rub.
"Found it," Red stated as he walked back into the room.
"Great," Liz responded and sat up. She started to unbutton the first few buttons of her pajama top while Red sat down on the edge of the bed. Liz gave him a confused look as he put part of the gel on his hands.
"What are you doing?" She asked.
"Taking care of you," he answered and moved to rub the gel onto her chest. She flinched but still let him.
"Your hand is cold," she commented as he continued.
"Sorry, sweetheart," he said before pausing. Liz worried slightly at the look on his face.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, just a little woozy. Don't make any sudden movements or else I might grab something that you don't want me to."
"That would suck," Liz said, slightly out of it from being sick. "Especially since I'm not we-. Never mind!"
"What?" Red asked in confusion, his hand lingering on her chest. Liz's face reddened from embarrassment. Why did she have to open her mouth? "You're not what?"
"...I don't want to say."
"Come on, Lizzie."
"... I'm not wearing a bra," she stated quietly. Red couldn't help that his gaze flickered to her breasts.
"I probably shouldn't say this, but I think you've found a way to beat gravity," Red commented, getting her to blush even deeper.
"RED!" Liz yelled. She crossed her arms over her chest and turned over to lay on her stomach.
"It was a compliment!"
"A very inappropriate compliment!" Liz said back. Red sighed and patted her back.
"I'm sorry," he stated before standing. He had to steady himself for a moment. Being Sick really sucked. "While I'm up, I'm gonna make us some soup."
...
Red's biggest problem with cooking was that he was off balance. So far, he'd nearly knocked the pot off of the stove and had nearly burned his hand. He needed to get done with this already.
His second biggest problem was how the kitchen was laid out. There were shelves placed right over the stove. Liz had been using them for spice racks. They wouldn't have been so bad if it weren't for the fact that he had to keep his head lowered underneath them to see what he was cooking.
Red boiled the chicken soup and sprinkled in a few spices. The steam was really starting to clear out his sineses. That would have been good if it weren't for the fact that it was making him need to sneeze.
When the urge finally got too strong, he tried to stand up straight. On the way up, he hit his head on the shelf, knocking a clove of garlic into the pot. His sneeze covered the sound of the splash. After another minute of letting the soup boil, he poured two bowls and took them to the bedroom. He handed Liz her bowl before sitting next to her with his.
"Thank you," Liz said weakly with a slight sniffle. Red gave her a smile before getting a bite of his soup. That was enough to knock the smile off again.
"This is disgusting!" Red exclaimed looking down at his soup.
"... I thought that my taste buds were playing tricks on me," liz responded, setting her bowl on the nightstand.
"I don't understand. My cooking usually tastes better than this."
"It'll be okay, Red," Liz stated, voice threatening to go out.
"No, it isn't. I can't cook anymore," Red complained making Liz sigh. "Food is something that is important to me."
"Obviously," Liz responded. Red glanced down at his small belly.
"That was uncalled for."
"I meant that I hear you talk about food a lot," Liz replied. Red still looked upset. She knew that it was about his cooking instead of what she had said.
"I've got to figure out what went wrong," Red stated, trying to get up. After he stood, he realized that he got up too quickly. His vision turned white while he lost his balance. Liz was helpless to watch the criminal face plant. "Ow," he moaned. Liz sighed and got out of bed.
"I've got a better idea," she stated, helping him up. "You stay in bed with me, cuddling being a real possibility, and we'll order a pizza."
"That sounds a lot safer... And more enjoyable."
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That's all for this one. I'll probably have something else up soon. Tell me what you guys think.
