Disclaimer: I wish I was Joss Whedon

Rating: PG

Pairing: Bangel

Summery: Angel plays nurse.

Timeline: Season 3 after Helpless

Slowly and quietly, Angel crept through Buffy's window, not wanting to make his presence known to her mother. He looked over at the bed and found his love curled up into a asleep, and wrapped in three heavy blankets.

Isn't she hot?

Suddenly Buffy bolted up in her bed and began coughing rather loudly. Within seconds he was by her side.

"Buffy, are you okay?" He asked his love softly, not wanting to alert her mother to his presence.

"Angel?" She whispered. God my throat hurts

He took her low voice as a hint for him to lower his. "Are you alright?" He asked barely above a whisper.

"You don't have to whisper, mom's gone for the week. She's at an art buying thingy in New York City." She whispered.

"Why are you whispering then?"

Buffy laid back down on her bed placing her head on his lap. "My throat hurts" she rasped out.

He touched her forehead softly. "You're burning up Buffy. What's wrong with you?"

"Flu."

"Flu, Buffy drop the cryptic, what's wrong?" He asked worriedly.

"I've got the…" She stopped talking to cough. "flu." She finished.

"And you're mom still left?" He asked, a little miffed at Joyce for leaving her sick daughter all alone for a whole week.

"I told her that I'd come and get Willow to spend the week with me."

"Where is she?" He asked.

"I didn't call her, and before you say anything I'm not planning on calling her. I don't want to get her sick too."

"Buffy you…" He started but was cut off by Buffy's mad dash to the bathroom.

Angel leapt up from the bed and followed her down the hallway. He found her with her head in the toilet throwing up. Angel just walked over to her and held her hair as she let it all out.

When she was finished she flushed the toilet and rose to wash her teeth. When she was done she turned to face her Angel. Her faced flushed with embarrassment as she whispered her thank you and walked out into the hall.

As she left the hall, Buffy began to sway. Angel caught her before she could fall.

"Buffy, Buffy, are you okay?" He asked as he cradled her in his arms.

The look of helplessness that she gave him made his non-beating heart break into a million pieces.

"Angel?" She whispered as though she couldn't believe he was there, holding her.

"Buffy, what happened? Are you okay?" He asked again, praying to whomever would listen that she would indeed be okay.

"Dizzy. My head feels…light. Throat is on fire." She began to cough in his arms, her entire body shaking with the force of her coughs. "Cold…very cold." She shivered.

Angel looked down at her and walked to her room, laying her down on her bed he covered her with her many blankets.

"Angel, don't leave just yet. Stay with me please." She whispered.

"I don't plan on it. I just need to get some stuff from my apartment. I'm staying with you until your mom comes back from New York."

"You don't have to do that Angel. I just want you to stay until I fall asleep."

"Buffy you took care of me after our Spike and Dru encounter. The least I can do is take care of you while your mom is away. Now get some sleep. I'll be back in a few." He finished, and gave her a kiss on her forehead before climbing out of her window again.