For the umpteenth time today, Ben thought he'd cough his esophagus out. His throat was so sore, it felt like he had swallowed a bag of needles, and an entire fish. He shifted uncomfortably in bed and turned to his side.

He tried to sit up, but the act in itself got him winded, so he slowly lied back down and closed his eyes. It's been almost twenty minutes since Miranda had woke him up to get up out of bed and get ready for work, and she has yet to emerge from the shower. He would really love to join her, but the thought of having water run over him at the moment, made him shiver. He lifted his seemingly heavy hand and gently laid it across his forehead.

Miranda shut the shower off and stepped out of the tub, grabbed her towel off the hook, and wrapped it tightly around herself. As she walked out of the bathroom, she glanced over to the bed that she and her husband have been sharing for nearly 10 years, to find him still laying there. Shrugging to herself she continued to dry herself with her towel "What are you doing in bed you have to be to work in 45 minutes ?" Miranda asked, obviously waking a previously sleeping Ben.

"I'm not going." He coughed. "I think I have the flu." Miranda walked over and placed a hand on Ben's forehead.

"You don't feel warm." Miranda replied.

"My throat is all scratchy. I can't breathe out of my nose and my head hurts." Ben replied, as if to justify his current position.

"I believe you." She replied. "You still don't have a fever though." Miranda grabbed her shirt and skirt that she laid out and put it on, buttoning up both.

"You still going to work?"

"Of course Baby I can't just stay home because you have a common cold."

"I'm sick Miranda I need you." Ben whined

"I know you feel like you're going to die, but I'm pretty sure you're not. I'll get off work a little earlier and if you are dead, I will dig that grave myself."

Ben laid in bed all day texting her phone complaining about his head and stuffed up nose. Miranda loved her husband. She really did, but Ben was the biggest baby when it came to him getting sick. After ten years of marriage, Miranda was done indulging him. He didn't have a fever, so it clearly wasn't the flu. At best, Ben had a cold.

Miranda walked into the house sitting her purse in the chair by the door and tossing her keys in a bowl beside her sofa.

"Mirandaaaa." Ben called.

Miranda groaned knowing how the rest of her day was going to go.

"What do you need Benjamin?" Miranda asked from their bedroom doorway.

"Can I have some juice?" Ben croaked before going into a coughing fit.

"Yes." Miranda sighed.

"Miranda?" he called.

"What?"

"Apple juice, please." Miranda rolled her eyes and went into the kitchen and got the juice. She gave that to him and sat in the living room doing paperwork for a bit.

When she returned to check on her husband, Ben was ready with another request.

"Ben, you don't need Tylenol." Miranda replied.

"But –"

"You don't have a fever."

"But I'm hot." Ben groaned.

"That's because you're buried under three different blankets." Miranda retorted.

"Can you fe-" Ben began before

Miranda cut him off.

"No, I can not feel your head. I felt your head less than an hour ago. You do not have a fever. I'm doing paperwork Baby."

"Please." Ben begged. Miranda groaned and placed her hand on Ben's forehead.

"Oh my God Baby, you're so hot." She began, and Ben couldn't help but grin.

"You really think so?" he asked lightly. Miranda rolled her eyes, but he look so adorably cute and kind of weak. "I know so. You're incredibly hot seriously. I'm sorry baby I thought you were being your normal dramatic sick."

"Its okay." Ben said sweating.

"Okay I'm going to make you some soup and get you some medicine."

" Oooh Miranda can you make your chicken and rice soup."

"Of course honey."

Miranda felt terrible that he was really sick and she ignored him. She bustled around in the kitchen, getting out the ingredients for her husband's soup.

Miranda came back into their bedroom and feed him the soup. He managed to eat about half of it, before he complained about wanting to throw up. Miranda decided that he had eaten enough and grabbed the thermometer that she had brought up from the kitchen with her. "Open up and let me stick this under your tongue." She said softly to which Ben pouted. "I don't want to have anything under my tongue." He complained.

"Baby, you're going to open up and let me check your temperature with this thermometer, or else your going to be really sick when you feel better in a few days and you want some and I don't give you any." Miranda said sternly.

Ben mockingly gasped. "You wouldn't!" he said with narrowed eyes.

"Wanna bet." Miranda said raising an eyebrow.

Ben looked at her dejectedly before opening up, and letting her stick the thermometer under his tongue.

Miranda smiled, "Thank you… now close your mouth."

"Ah Lonn' walla glo et." He said with difficulty as he fought to keep his mouth open.

"Ben, do you want to get better or not? Because if you're going to keep acting like this I will drop you of at Grey Solan and let the interns do all of this" Miranda said to him incredulously.

Ben looked up at the ceiling, looking like he's deep in thought. "Yeth," he nodded

"Then close your mouth and let me check your temperature."

Ben did as he was told and closed his mouth with an adorable pout.

Miranda felt terrible when she found that his temperature seemed to have risen. "Shit," she muttered under breath.

What?" he asked.

"Nothing." Miranda shook her head and pulled the thermometer out of his mouth before setting it aside on the tray next to his leftover soup.

"Here take this Theraflu. And please drink all of it."

Ben drunk all the Theraflu sitting it on the tray with the rest of the items.

"I'm sorry you're going to get behind on your paperwork because I'm sick." He said a bit sadly.

Miranda looked at him oddly. "Benjamin Warren, don't ever apologize for getting sick… everyone gets sick at some point, and I'm glad that I'm the one who gets to stay home and take care of you."

When Ben doesn't make any change in his sad expression, she put a hand carefully under his chin and lifted his face so that they were staring right into each other's eyes. "I am your wife, and as my duty as your wife, I have to take care of you, the way that you always take care of me. My hospital and paperwork can wait."

Ben knew what she's trying to do, so he humored her with a grin.

Miranda kissed his forehead, and told him to go back to sleep while she cleaned up in the kitchen. Ben agreed after making Miranda promise to be his personal sexy doctor. "I promise, but Ben I've been your personal sexy doctor since we first started dating a decade ago."

She watched as Ben smiled thinking about her words before he turned on his side pulling the covers up on his body.

Miranda constantly checked on Ben and she did eventually go back to doing her hospital paperwork after she heard him snoring.

Miranda got up quickly on her feet as she heard her husband bustle around. She heard groaning. Coming to the bedroom, she saw the bathroom door open and heard her husband vomiting. "Shit." Miranda said as she saw vomit on the bed and the floor.

Miranda went into her at home medicine bag and she put on a mask on and gloves.

"Baby." Miranda said going to the bathroom. She got down on her knees and rubbed Ben's back.

Ben flushed the toilet and sat up.

"Let me check your temperature… You are still hot." Miranda said sadly.

"Do you feel dizzy?, slowly stand up for me." Miranda said helping him.

"I don't feel dizzy."

"Okay good, I want you to take a lukewarm shower. While I clean all of this up. " Miranda said and Ben nodded his head. Miranda turned on the shower and she helped Ben take his clothes off.

"Okay hop in." Miranda told him softly.

Miranda took the sheets off the bed and she took them to the wash machine, along with his clothes. She cleaned up the floor and disinfected the bed and night tables.

"Ben are you alright in there." Miranda called out as she put fresh sheets and pillow cases on the bed.

"Mmmhmm." He groaned.

"Miranda I hate this." Ben said as he got out of the shower. He had his towel wrapped around his waist.

"I know, I hate that you are feeling this way and I can't make you better." Miranda said pouting

Miranda handed him pajamas and watched as he dragged back to the bed getting in the covers. Miranda watched her husband for a few more seconds before she clicked her teeth.

Miranda ? What are you doing?"

"Shhh… Just relax, Ben," Miranda spoke.

"I don't want you to get sick." Ben said.

"I highly doubt I will. I am immune to this stuff, I'm around sick people all day long…now you, you are different because you no longer work at the hospital."

She gently lifted his head, moving his pillow with him, and laid him in her lap. He jolted a bit at this awkward arrangement, looking up at Miranda as though she were mad. She placed her soft fingertips to his temples, using the lightest pressure as not to hurt him, and began to slowly move them in a circular motion. She reached her thumbs to the base of his skull and began doing the same. Ben was beginning to protest, but was soon lulled into submission by the gentle ministrations.

She hummed a melody as she continued. She stopped as she heard his snoring once again and she leaned down and kissed his head.

"I love you Miranda" Ben said sleepily into her thigh.

"I love you to Benjamin, my baby, I will always take care of you. I will take care of your soul, your well being, your heart and everything that's you. Just how you take care of me." Miranda whispered softly.