Sevasey Drabbles

Sneezing

"Ahhhchooo…"

"What was that?" Severide asked from his position lying back on Casey's bed.

Casey rolled his eyes. "What do you think it was?" he questioned, wiping his sleeve under his nose and turning back to his desk.

"Should you really be here?"

"It's just a cold."

"You're splattering your germs all over your paperwork."

Casey turned back to face him. He pouted. "I'm covering my mouth."

"And what happens if you get a call?"

"I have the sniffles, I'm not crippled."

"You're gonna get sicker."

"I am not… ahhhchooo…"

"Uh huh…" It was Severide's turn to roll his eyes.

"I saw that."

"You don't get sick very often but when you are then you're really sick. This is just the beginning."

"I'm fine," he smiled. "What are you doing in here anyway?"

"Twenty-four hours not being able to kiss you is torture, not being in private, you teasing me with that perfect ass…"

"Well, being in here won't change that. You know very well that anyone could just walk on in…"

"Yeah… you really need to make sure all your guys knock… or you know, remember to the lock the door… I don't think Mills is ever gonna look at me the same way again…"

"And what way was that?"

Severide just shrugged.

"He's still going for squad. You're reputation hasn't been... ahhhchooo... destroyed, don't worry," he teased.

"Your teaching is a credit for that."

Casey made a mock look of shock. "Is that a compliment from the big shot squad man?"

"Hey, I do…"

"Ahhhchooo… ow…"

"Ow?"

"I'm all right…" he sniffled.

"Ow. I'm all right," Severide repeated. "Totally gonna believe that."

Five hours later Boden sent Casey home. When Severide arrived back to their apartment when the shift was over he discovered him fast asleep in bed. Only a small tuft of blond hair stuck out from under all the blankets he had cocooned himself in.

He set down the supplies he'd picked up from the store on his way back. He knew exactly what Casey needed to make him feel better when he was sick. It was a few hours before he heard anything from Casey.

Severide was sitting on the couch flipping through a newspaper when he heard Casey sneeze, cough and then sniffle. He got up, picked up a packet from the side and entered the bedroom.

"You still fine?" he grinned as he sat down beside Casey on the bed.

"Maybe I'm a little sick… ahhhchooo… ahhhchooo…"

"Got you some cold stuff, and here…" he passed Casey the packet.

"Twizzlers," Casey smiled.

"Yeah. You want some chicken soup or something first?"

Casey nodded.

"All right, I'll go heat some up. Try and stay awake, hate waking you up."

Casey nodded again, sniffling.

Less than five minutes later Severide returned and Casey was fast asleep, lips parted. Severide put the soup down and pulled the covers back over Casey. He brushed away a strand of blond hair and kissed his forehead softly.