So I'm sick…I babysit my 2yo niece on a near daily basis and so I catch just about everything. This is the fifth time I've been sick since December. That's part of the reason this is late. The other part being that I was painting a GamTav OTP shirt which can be seen on my tumblr. Anyway, I'm here now writing and that's what counts. And I got a prompt out of my misery.

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March 13th
Sick

Gamzee was miserable. He'd caught a cold that appeared to be putting in its best efforts to keep him ill. It came with a fever, chills, a sore throat, coughing, sneezing and the inability to breathe through his nose. He'd spent the past twenty-four hours in bed watching movies or whatever was on TV and only being able to swallow soup. The hot liquid was the only thing that felt soothing against the sandpaper in his throat. He hated being sick, cooped up alone and stuck at home.

He could hear the doorbell downstairs and a moment later voices wafted up the stairs though the words were inaudible. The next thing he heard were footsteps in the hall and a knock on his door. He called a raspy "come in" at the door and a second later it was creaking over to reveal Tavros.

"Hey, how're you feeling?" He asked with a smile.

"Sick. You shouldn't be here Tav. I don't want to get you motherfucking sick."

"I don't mind. I mean, being sick sucks but, uh, what kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't take care of you?"

Gamzee chuckled and held his hand out. "Well then, should I be calling you nurse Tav?"

Tavros closed the door and crossed the room, taking Gamzee's outstretch hand in his own. "Hey now, I'm here to make you feel better. Not bring one of your kinky dreams to reality."

Gamzee erupted in a laugh that faded into a coughing fit. When it subsided he settled back into the bed and grinned up at Tavros who was now standing by his bedside. His hand descended upon Gamzee's forehead in search of a fever. He frowned at the heat beneath his fingers and stroked a bit of curly black hair away to place a kiss on the warm skin.

"Can I get you anything?" He asked, settling on the edge of the bed.

"Nah, my bro brought me some soup a little while ago and I took some medicine. All I need is some motherfucking cuddles from a cute guy. Think you can find me one?" Gamzee teased.

Tavros laughed and playfully swatted his shoulder. "You're lucky you're sick or I'd make you pay for that."

"Really now? Gonna make me pay, huh?" He wiggled his eyebrows in a suggestive manner earning him another melodious laugh from the one he adored.

"Well, it's good to see you can still joke. You must not be as sick as I thought."

"No, no I'm plenty sick. Just needed a dose of that sweet medicine you're supplying."

"You should really be getting some rest, not flirting. It's what's best you know."

Gamzee frowned and grumbled. "You're just gonna leave if I sleep."

"No I won't. A nurse has to keep an eye on his patients doesn't he?"

"Absolutely."

Tavros moved to sit on the bed beside Gamzee, his back pressed against the headboard. Gamzee settled into his side, an arm going around his shoulders for comfort. He closed his eyes, listening to Tav breathe. This was definitely the best medicine in existence.

A few days later Tavros would unsurprisingly come down with the same cold. This time it was Gamzee's turn to play the loving nurse taking care of his favorite patient. Of course his techniques weren't quite the same as Tav's.

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I'm not as bad as Gamzee is just yet. Just a sore throat, coughing and sneezing. But I'm headed that way. I'm just going to drink plenty of tea and sleep it off. Hopefully I'm better by Saturday as I'm going out with my sister. Really don't want to be sick for that.