Fever
The minute that Angela woke up, she felt absolutely awful. Her muscles ached and her head was throbbing. She threw the comforter over her head, trying to avoid the light in the room, groaning as the ache in her muscles worsened when she moved. Sam walked into the room, fresh from his morning run.
"Angie?" Sam's brows furrowed.
Angela's head popped up from under the comforter so that she could look at her husband. Her face was pale and a light sheen of sweat covered her forehead. Sam frowned deeply and he rushed over to the bed.
"Baby, are you okay? You don't look so hot." Sam commented worriedly.
"Sick," Angela replied nasally.
"Yeah, I can tell," Sam replied. "Here, baby, let me take your temperature."
Sam rummaged through the bedside drawer and pulled out the thermometer. Sam quickly took Angela's temperature and his frown deepened when he looked at the device.
"Baby, you have a 103-degree fever," Sam noted. "We need to get you to a doctor."
"Don't wanna move," Angela mumbled.
Sam sighed heavily. "Baby, come on, you're really sick."
"I'm too tired to move, Sammy," Angela complained.
Sam pursed his lips. "Fine, but if it gets any worse, even by half of a degree, I'm dragging you to the doctor. Okay?"
"Okay." Angela relented.
"Okay." Sam nodded, leaning down to kiss her forehead. "I'm gonna make you some soup and grab you some water."
"You shouldn't kiss me, Sammy. You'll get sick." Angela warned.
"Kissing you is worth getting sick for." Sam smiled softly.
Angela cracked a tired smile. "I love you, you cheese-ball."
"I love you, too." Sam grinned. "I'll be right back, baby."
Angela nodded and yawned sleepily. She burrowed further under the blankets and closed her eyes, almost immediately falling asleep.
A/N: Hey, guys, I hope you liked this drabble! This was requested by GeekGirl007 :) I love fluffy chapters like this, but I do have angst coming your way ;) Love you guys, xoxo.
~Emily