Sara didn't even let Nick kiss her when he'd dropped her off, despite the fact that he'd walked her up to her apartment. She'd tried to reassure him that she'd be fine; that just in case it was more than just the latte, she didn't want him to risk getting sick. Nick had smirked at her in an attempt to hide his worry and reminded her that he'd already kissed her several times that day and it was too late if she was contagious. Now here she was in a pair of flannel pajamas still feeling chilled even with a fleece throw wrapped around herself as she lay on the couch, not so sure anymore that the latte was responsible.

She had sort of lost track of time, the TV was tuned to a 'What Not To Wear' marathon on TLC as she drifted in and out of sleep. It wasn't until the third knock sounded at the door that she pulled herself off of the couch and made her way over to the door.

Nick stood there with a big bunch of flowers in one hand and a grocery sack in the other. "How you feeling?" He could tell from her flushed appearance and the look in her eyes that she didn't feel good.

"Like I've been hit by a truck." Sara bemoaned as she took the flowers and smiled in spite of herself. The gesture of the flowers was a sweet one.

"And I've got a card here made by none other than Miss Fiona herself." Nick smirked as he gave her the card. "Uh, I apologize if her illustrations are a little, uh, graphic."

Sara looked at the card oddly and then glanced up at Nick. "What's this supposed to be?" It didn't look like your average sunshine and flowers that your average five year old might put together for a get well card.

Nick pointed at a rather awkward looking stick figure with what appeared to be a waterfall tumbling out of its head. "Uh, I think she was trying to tell you that she hopes you were done puking your guts out...that's a direct quote by the way."

Sara snickered. "She has quite the imagination, doesn't she?" It was impossible to dislike Fiona.

"Yes, she does." Nick smiled at her, his eyes still tinged with concern. "And Natalie wanted to make sure you were well supplied with food when you started feeling better." He hefted up the grocery sack that he'd brought in, placing it on her counter and let out a chuckle.

"I don't even want to think about food right now." Sara was suddenly tired all over again. "I'm sorry I'm such bad company...and I'm sorry that you're not spending time with your sister."

"Sar, they're sleeping right now." He smiled and propelled her towards the couch, pulling the fleece throw across her legs as he sat down next to her. "Fiona ran out of steam about an hour or so ago and Natalie wanted nothing more than a bubble bath and a good night's sleep before they head to LA tomorrow afternoon. I'll see them again before they leave."

"Oh." Sara couldn't help but smile a little. "Thanks for checking on me." She wasn't sure what else to say.

"Well unless you're too tired, I thought I'd stay for a little while and keep you company." Nick knew he shouldn't stay long; Sara almost never was sick and she probably needed her rest far more than she needed him there.

"You can stay for a little while...I'm not sure how much fun I'm going to be." She let out a yawn.

Nick wrapped an arm around her and pulled her against him, kissing her forehead. "Who said this was about having fun? You need a little TLC and I'm happy to give it...besides, I was really looking forward to spending some time with you."

"I was too." There was a distinct whine in Sara's voice; she had never been very patient about being sick.

"Well we're spending time together right now." Nick was perfectly happy just being with her. The fact that she was sick was an opportunity to dote on her in a way that he was sure she wouldn't normally consent to.

Sara let out a contented sigh, despite the fact that she felt feverish and achy all over, she felt a little bit better simply because Nick was holding her. She wondered if this was what it would be like if this relationship between her and Nick ended up the way that Fiona was questioning them earlier.

"You're feeling kind of warm." Nick was stroking Sara's cheek with his fingertips and he could tell that she was running a fever. "Have you taken anything?" He was glad now that Natalie had insisted that he bring some Tylenol and Pepto Bismol over 'just in case'. He was fairly certain that since Sara rarely ever got sick that those weren't things she'd keep around.

"No." Sara whispered softly, feeling tired all over again. "I just put on my pajamas and crashed on the couch." The truth was, she didn't have the energy to go to the store to get anything for it and she hadn't wanted to bother Nick while he was out with Natalie and Fiona.

"Well, you're in luck." Nick kissed her cheek and then pulled himself off of the couch and headed into the kitchen to get her some Tylenol and a glass of water. He settled himself on the couch and handed them over to her, arching a single brow as he did. "I think you might feel a little better if you take this."

"Thanks." Sara didn't argue, she popped the pills into her mouth and took a swig of the water to wash it down with. As much as she wanted Nick to stay, she wasn't sure she was even going to be able to stay awake to enjoy his company.

"You know, I think you might be more comfortable if you went to bed, Sar." Nick could see that she was starting to nod off again and despite the fact that he wanted to spend more time with her, he wanted her to feel better even more.

"Ok." Sara muttered, moving to stand up.

Before she could take three steps, Nick had scooped her up and was carrying her towards her bedroom, intent on getting her settled in.

"Nick, I'm just sick, I didn't break my ankle." Sara felt a little subconscious about the attention he was giving her, but she was enjoying every second of it.

"Well, I'm not taking any chances." He grinned at her as he set her down on her bed. "Now get under those covers so I can tuck you in." The thought occurred to him that under different circumstances he wouldn't mind a replay of this sans clothing, but that was not a thought he could really entertain at the moment.

Sara giggled, but complied. "Yes, sir." She sank back against the pillows, watching as Nick retrieved the Tylenol, a bottle of water and the Pepto Bismol, feeling a little overwhelmed at what he was doing. As he sat down on the edge of the bed Sara looked up at him with a questioning gaze. "Why are you doing all of this for me?"

Nick reached over and stroked her cheek. "Because I care about you; and because sometimes even you need to be taken care of." He leaned in and kissed her forehead. "Now get some sleep...I'll be out on your couch if you need anything."

Sara's brow furrowed. "What about your sister and Fiona?" How was he going to see them again before they left if he was there with her?

Nick grinned. "Nat knows I'm here, I'll call her in the morning after I know how you're feeling."

Sara nodded and closed her eyes, the feeling of Nick's fingers stroking her forehead and cheek was soothing; she murmured sleepily. "I think Fiona's card worked...I don't feel like I'm going to puke my guts out anymore."