Sick Boy

"I'm fine," Kurt insisted. Only seconds ago he'd been coughing and sputtering and whining his head off, so this sudden revelation made Ami laugh loudly. "What? I am fine!"

"Kurt, you've had a horrible cold all weekend, do not even try to tell me you're fine."

He looked at her through eyes that would normally be red and puffy if they weren't already a shocking shade of yellow. He had been lying on the couch for the past two days, and the entire living room attested to that. Try as she might, Ami simply could not keep up with the used tissues strewn about the room, and she hadn't been able to run the dishwasher fast enough to keep his dirty dishes clean. She had no idea that he was quite so neurotic, refusing to use the same soup bowl twice, and the same went for any cups he might use over the course of the day.

"I'm going to the mansion to pick up your meds from Hank, can I trust you not to go off and disappear on me?" Ami asked.

"Of course you can," he grumbled. Since he was sick his teleporting had been completely off, sometimes landing him outside when he meant to go to the bathroom.

Ami giggled. "I'll be right back."

She headed out the door, leaving Kurt lying there on the couch yet again. Not really wanting to move, he reached for the remote, only to find that it was just outside his range. He grumbled in German, uncurling the tail wrapped around him and attempting to reach the remote with that. Instead of pulling it towards him however, he knocked it on the floor. This time his defeat was followed by louder grumbling. Fine then, he just wouldn't watch television. So, what was he going to do?

Kurt perked up as he realized he'd left a book right next to the couch. He scooped it up and settled back into the cushions to read when he realized one devastating thing. He really had to use the bathroom.

Defeating the whole purpose of the remote battle, Kurt tossed aside the covers and made his way to the bathroom. He was feeling a little woozy from the cold, and was having a little trouble walking straight, but he made it to the bathroom in one piece. His way back to the couch however, didn't quite go so smoothly. He was nearly back to his cushiony sanctuary when he tripped on what appeared to be a pile of tissues. What he didn't realize was that he'd actually covered a pair of Ami's shoes with his tissues, and that was what he was tripping on. Still, in his clouded mind nothing seemed to make sense so he didn't question the overly firm crumpled wads. Instead he pulled himself off the floor and crawled back onto the couch.

Finally getting comfortable again, Kurt was just about to drift off to sleep when the phone rang.

"No!" he yelled, covering his head with the covers. Still, the phone wasn't going away, and eventually he had no choice but to get up and answer it.

It was Ami. "Hey sweetie, I'm going to be home in a couple minutes, okay? Do you need anything?"

Peace and quiet crossed his mind, but he wasn't nearly that catty. "No, I'm fine."

"Alright, I hope I wasn't interrupting anything."

"No, just come home soon, okay?"

"I'm on my way."

Kurt hung up the phone and eyed the couch again. What were the odds that he was going to get comfortable again and something was going to happen? Against his better judgment he headed back to the upholstered hell pit. He was really beginning to hate their couch.

Ten minutes later Ami walked in the door with a bag of medicine and get well goodies from the kids at the mansion. "Well you look comfy. Did you even get up at all the entire time I was gone?"

He felt it was better not to answer. "Can I have my medicine now?" He prayed he'd feel better tomorrow.