Rodney had crawled into bed hours after Carson had when the headache between his temples having grown too painful for him to finish working on the artifact he'd found on the team's last mission. Carson had instantly curled up around Rodney, who'd stripped down to his boxers, and the sleeping doctor woke up quicker than normal.
Carson's hand instantly went up to Rodney's forehead, "You've got a fever."
"I'm fine. I just have a headache and I already took some aspirin." Rodney responded, rolling over to face his partner. He laid one arm across Carson's waist and closed his eyes, only to be pushed onto his back, "Carson!"
Beckett stood and walked into the bathroom. He wet several washcloths, returned to Rodney, and placed one of the cloths on Rodney's forehead. The next two were draped over the bare chest, and he reached for his pants.
"Carson, get back in bed!" Rodney immediately complained as he removed the washcloths, "I'm fine. I just need to sleep."
"You're running a low grade fever." Carson stated, "I'd like to get an antibiotic into you before you get a full blown infection."
Groaning, Rodney gave in and watched his lover disappear from their shared quarters. There were days that he wanted to strangle Carson, days that he wondered why in the universe he had gotten involved with a doctor.
He took one of the washcloths from where he had dropped them on the floor and squeezed it out on Carson's side of the bed.
Rodney had started drifting off when he heard the door open. He felt Carson pulling at the blanket, and then the prick of a needle, "Ow!" He rubbed his arm, but inwardly he was smirking.
Carson took care of the syringe, capping it off and putting it on his nightstand so he would remember to take it with him in the morning. He slipped off his shoes and pants, then tugged off his shirt as he pulled back the blanket and plopped down onto the mattress.
"Rodney!"