Matt feels like his throat is being shredded.
He does not like this. At all.
Foggy's here, though, so he supposes it could be worse.
"So, I've got tea with honey, water, cough drops, Tylenol, and I can get anything else if you need it?" He sets the objects down on Matt's desk/bedside table and then sits down on the edge of Matt's bed.
Matt opens his mouth to thank him, but it comes out as more of a croak, and then he starts coughing his lungs out.
He takes it back. His throat feels like it's being utterly demolished.
Foggy pats his arm a little, which is nice, and then presses the back of his hand against Matt's forehead. "Sorry," he says, though Matt has no idea what he's apologizing for. "Your fever's down a bit, at least."
Is this what having a mom feels like? Is Foggy mothering him? Never mind, he doesn't think this is very nice anymore.
"I think you should drink something, and maybe take some meds?" Matt shakes his head. "No meds, got it." They're communicating! Matt sits up with a smile he hopes doesn't look like a grimace, and soon enough a cool glass of water is pressed into his hands.
He takes a sip, and reaches out to squeeze Foggy's shoulder as a sign of approval and thanks.
"Do you want something else?"
Uh, no. That's not what Matt had been trying to communicate.
"Are you feeling worse? Are you in pain?"
Shit, this is going in the wrong direction.
He must make some sort of face, because Foggy says, "I'm sorry, I don't understand. I'm trying..."
And it means more than Matt could ever express, even if his vocal cords were functioning. He nods, tries to smile again, and takes another sip of the water, only for it to go down the wrong pipe, causing him to start hacking out his lungs again, which is a truly wonderful feeling. Foggy takes away the glass of water to keep it from spilling and starts rubbing a hand up and down Matt's back, and all Matt wants to do is thank him. Thank you, he thinks forcefully, as if Foggy can read his brain. Thank you for putting up with me, thank you for being such a good friend, thank you for doing more than I could ever ask for. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
And maybe Foggy gets it. Maybe, somewhere in there, he does have telepathic powers, or at least a Matt translator, because once Matt's done with his latest coughing fit, Foggy hands him the mug of tea. Foggy wraps an arm around Matt's shoulders and lets Matt lean against him, soaking in the warmth. Foggy pulls the blanket so it drapes over them both. Foggy says, very quietly, "If you need anything, I'm right here, no problem. I'll even run all the way back to Hell's Kitchen just to get this specific food from this specific place if you want it. Just say the word...or maybe not, in this case. But the offer still stands."
Matt rests the side of his head against Foggy's shoulder and thinks, Thank you, thank you, thank you.