Prompt: Could you plese do a sickfic of some sort where Reyna gets very VERY sick and Jason takes care of her?

Theres a Wallace and Gromit reference here. I only realised after I wrote it that it's a British set of movies. So after some googling, I learned that some Americans watch it, but not many? Basically it's an animation of a man with his dog and they eat crackers with cheese before fighting monsters? That's about it.

Oh! A 'Quack' is a term used for doctors when people thought they were crazy. -Izzy

Death Bed

Pairing: Jason and Reyna

Set eight months after It's Called College

Jason wasn't entirely sure what exactly woke him up. If Reyna had left their shared bed for a prolonged period of time throughout the night, her side would grow cold and empty, and lost sensation of her presence would wake him. Maybe it was that.

Or maybe it was the sound of violent retching from down the hall.

Jason jumped out of bed and fumbled around for his glasses before jogging down the hall and knocking on the closed bathroom door. Their bedroom door had been left flung open, as if Reyna had run out of the room in a hurry. The bathroom door, however, she'd managed to lock. Very inconveniently.

"Reyna, let me in," he demanded.

There was a pause as he heard her choke. "Go away."

He rolled his eyes. "Reyna, I've seen you puke before," he told her. "I mean, we were kids then, but it still happened. I've known you for so long that trying to reserve your dignity with me is pointless."

"Thanks," Reyna grumbled. Her voice was croaky and dry, as if heaving had caused a sore throat. A bad one. "I can take care of myself."

"I'm also qualified to take care of you," Jason exclaimed, thinking back to his medical training and his knowledge of Reyna, and already formulating a plan to make her feel better. He was about to say that, when he heard her vomit again, and he decided to stop being nice about it. "Reyna I will knock this door down."

"Calling your bluff," Reyna declared.

Jason paused. He considered knocking the door down, but the noise could hurt whatever headache was coming with Reyna's situation. Perhaps he should just break the lock off? In the end he found a dagger and started picking the lock. Reyna was always better at it than he was, but after five minutes, he managed to get the door open.

And he understood why Reyna wanted to keep him out.

It wasn't a matter of her dignity. When you'd been in a relationship for so long, and friends for even longer, dignity didn't really matter anymore. But she was curled up on the tile floor in nothing but a pair of pajama shorts and tank top. Her hair was pinned up and she was still sweating, as if she was boiling hot. It was the middle of winter and she was on a cold tile floor. She shouldn't be hot. She was paler than he ever saw her, and there were bags under her eyes. He didn't know how long she'd been throwing up, but she looked monumentally skinnier than she had when they'd gone to bed that evening and that instantly terrified him. She also looked weaker than she had in a long time.

No, it wasn't about dignity.

It was about pride.

She could be gross all she wanted, but the second she was weak…

She pulled herself up off the floor and flushed the toilet, leaning on the sink and rinsing out her mouth. Jason walked forward to feel her forehead. She was freezing cold, which would explain why she felt so hot.

Maybe she had the flu?

Or the plague.

"What bought this on?" Jason asked, trying to remember how he was supposed to deal with patients. Damn. Reyna was lucky she had a boyfriend who was in medical school.

"I think someone poisoned me," she grumbled. "I'm being assassinated. I'm not even praetor anymore – this isn't fair."

Jason just rolled his eyes and tried to think of the day before. They'd ordered takeout from a new Chinese place. Likely suspect: Food poisoning. A list of remedies started playing in his head as he leads Reyna back to bed, forcing her under the duvet and insisting that she needed to warm up.

"But I'm so hot," she argued, pushing the covers off her. "I need to cool down."

"Yes you do, that's the point," he said.

"Grace, if my body wanted me to do one thing, it wouldn't be telling me to do the opposite," she grumbled kicking the duvet further down the bed. "And I don't need to be taken care of."

"Well since your current plan is to break the fever, I would say some assistance is required in taking care of you," he said, pulling the covers over her and placing their bin next to the bed, so she could access it quickly if she needed to puke again. "I'm going to find something to settle your stomach."

"Quack," she grumbled under her breath as he turned to leave.

"Okay, I'm going to ignore all this hostility right now, because I know it comes from some funny Chinese chicken," he said.

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The rest of the day was hell for Reyna.

Jason had to call her office first thing in the morning to say she wasn't well enough to present the morning news, and she thought about the trouble she'd be in when she got back after they found a last minute replacement. She'd never been told off before. Once when she was thirteen by a praetor, and a couple times by Hylla or her father. But apart from that, she'd always been the boss of everyone else. That's what she was used to.

To compensate for this, she often worked some afternoons at a party planning committee. More for the joy of organization and yelling at people than for the money. However, when Jason forced her to stay in bed for the whole day, she'd had to skype with her minions – because no matter what city she was in, no matter what position she held, Reyna would always have five to ten minions at her beck and call – and order them about. Although, she was less scary over skype, and she couldn't see everything going on, so the party looked like it was going to be terrible.

And although she fought him at first, Jason was the only person on Earth who was capable of convincing Reyna to stay in bed.

"I just want somebody who can read my mind!" She exclaimed as she slammed the laptop shut on one of her favorite minions. "Is that completely unreasonable?!" Obviously the question was sarcastic and she didn't actually want an answer. She would much prefer to live in her bubble where her every order was seen as reasonable.

Jason's boss had been mad at him for taking the day off work. Something about Reyna being able to take care of herself, and Jason wasn't sick, so he should come in. But again, Jason was the only person who would've been able to keep her in bed. Not even Reyna could do that. "I'm gaining experience in the field," Jason told his boss over the phone.

"I want French Fries," Reyna ordered as Jason refreshed her glass of water. He always made sure she had one at the side of her bed to keep hydrated.

"Those are greasy and won't help." Jason rolled his eyes. "You're craving something salty."

She blinked. "Then give me something salty?" So far she'd been snacking on burnt toast – burnt on purpose because apparently that was helpful – and a banana.

"You have saltine crackers," Jason pointed out, gesturing to the unopened orange packet on her bedside table.

"With no cheese," she added, as though the problem was obvious. "You can't have a cracker with no cheese."

"Okay, Gromit," Jason said, rolling his eyes again. He was doing that a lot lately. "I didn't realize cheese was so important.

"Okay, Wallace, get your head out of your ass and get me some cheese," Reyna demanded.

"Cheese is fattening and-"

Reyna interrupted. "Make me sicker, blah blah blah." She threw a cracker at his head as he walked out. He took that as a sign that she was feeling better. But when he was out of the room, she called Annabeth for the third time that day, and begged the blonde to come and save her from her mean doctor.

AN: This didn't really end the way I wanted it too, and I was going to write more but I didn't really know what to write. There's already a sick!Reyna and doctor!Jason story out there, so I really didn't want too many similarities.

You can also make request on my tumblr: imaginationisagift, if you want to do it anonymously. -Izzy