A/N: Requested by ffnet user Oakmaster as "April takes care of a sick Andy, sometime around the honeymoon phase."

"Andy," April nudged him in the bed for maybe the hundredth time in an hour. "Andy, wake up!"

Instead of getting up he did the same thing he'd done every time she poked and prodded him - continue sleeping. He kept sniffling in his sleep and his face looked all red, sweatier than normal, and he didn't move around as much in the bed. Normally he'd immediately jump out of bed, awake, and now he was just perpetually knocked out.

In all honesty it was kind of scary, but it wasn't like he stopped breathing so April just kept smacking his shoulder. Eventually he grumbled but didn't say anything or roll over.

"Andy, we actually have to go to work today," she yelled at him flopping down on the couch and pushing him onto his back. "Get up dude, we gotta go."

"Ugh," he mumbled and his voice sounded all weird and snivelly. "Babe, I think I'm sick."

"You don't sound that sick," April shrugged, tugging him to a sitting position. "C'mon, let's just go-"

And, as if on cue, he sat there and sneezed six times straight. His head smacked into the pit of his elbow and Andy fell back on the pillow, groaning. April just sat there on the edge of the bed and stared at him, unsure what to do. She'd never seen him sick before, she realized - at most he got a light cold if he was ever "sick" and more often than not he just got himself hurt than ill - and didn't know what to do here.

"I'll call myself in." he said slowly, his hand feeling around for his phone on the table next to the bed.

"You'll be fine, c'mon," she insisted but he just made another gross gurgling noise and looked at her like a sad puppy.

"Here, I got it," he said and picked up the beer on the stand and put against his ear. "Yeah, City Hall? No shoe shines today, there's fireballs in my eyes right now."

"What the hell, you were fine yesterday," she touched his forehead and he was scorching there, "and now you've got a fever. And you're probably gonna throw up in our bed."

"Yeah, that'd suck," he agreed. "Hey babe, could you tell Leslie she can go to work. She doesn't need to be here."

April turned around, actually expecting Leslie to be there but instead saw only the bedroom door closed behind her. Turning back around with wide eyes she saw Andy twiddling his fingers in front of him before laughing and then sneezing again.

"Andy, there's no one-"

"Whoa, you didn't tell me you had a twin!" Andy exclaimed, pointing to an empty space next to where April sat. "That's kinda hot-"

Another sneeze and this time it made Andy's eyes bulge out of his head and his face contort in a way that told April what was next. Dashing to the bathroom, she grabbed the small wastebasket and threw it down next to the bed. Andy immediately turned to his side and hurled into it.

April really had no idea what the hell she was supposed to do, but work didn't seem like it. She kept telling herself it was just a great excuse to get off work for the day, or at least burn some of her backed up hours that needed used, so April called them both in while Andy kept talking about April's hot twin. Some part of April, the part that actually cared, told her to call Ann but that was just as likely to make her throw up.

Instead of doing any of that she found one of Andy's weird cooling packs that he kept around - apparently Burly bought a bunch of them when Andy continuously injured himself and said that he didn't feel like dealing with all the sprained ankles. It felt way too cold on her hands and when she put it on his forehead Andy sat up screaming.

"Too cold?" she asked, the pack sticking and making a weird ripping sound as she pulled it off.

"Who? No, you're not too old April," Andy muttered, curling into a ball and mumbling more nonsense. "You should tell your sisters to stop following you around though."

The amount of April duplicates he saw kept multiplying and by this point she kind of wanted to see what he was seeing. She could only imagine how confusing, and funny, it must have been seeing six or seven of the same person running after him. April kept thinking of that as she stepped into the kitchen with one of his old t-shirts in hand. They didn't have any rags or dish cloths, mostly because they didn't have dishes, so she ran lukewarm water and got the shirt a little wet and returned to him.

Now he was standing on the bed, naked, with his arms stuck out straight. Andy kept making noises - wooshing, soaring, and even a whirr here and there - and swayed like he was flying in the air. When she tapped his thigh he looked down and half-shouted.

"April! I didn't know you could fly!" he laughed. "You shouldn't be up this high, though. I think that's bad for you."

"Andy, lay down," she commanded him, mounting the bed and grabbing his hand to pull him down again.

"Sorry," he muttered.

"It's not-"

"I know I shoulda got my pilot's license by they were super mean so I-"

April put the folded shirt on his forehead, shutting him up as he sighed and his eyes fluttered closed for a second. Opening them back up he picked up the shirt and sniffed it before setting it back on his head. Closing his eyes again, he rested back on the pillow.

"Why did you smell... y'know what, whatever. Enjoy your nap, Captain Dwyer," she told him, patting his arm and covering him up with their blanket.

"At ease, soldier," he mumbled, barely connected thoughts coming out of him as he eventually went to sleep.

She knew he'd roll over and the shirt would fall of his head, and then the hallucinations and strange behavior would return. Either way she was starting to actually get worried - especially after that little scene - so April pulled out her phone and groaned when she called Ann. A surprised voice answered her and April seriously did want to throw up.

"April?"

Ugh.

"So he's been having hallucinations?" Ann asked her, stepping through their front door.

"Yeah and he's burning up. Feels like he's gonna cook in those covers," she grumbled, trying not to get a headache just from dealing with Ann.

"All right, that's gross," Ann moved the soaked t-shirt, combined sweat and water making it decidedly disgusting, off of him and grimaced. "Why did you call me and not just take him to the hospital?"

"I dunno, that would, like, cost a lot of money and we don't-"

"April, you've got city government healthcare," Ann interrupted, feeling his forehead and her eyes widening. "You'll be fine if you go in to get some flu medicine. It might cost you a little bit, but I doubt it'll be that expensive."

"Will it be more than twenty bucks?" April asked slowly.

"Yeah," Ann chuckled. "It'll probably be a bit more than that."

"Already too much," April shrugged and put on her sneakers.

"What're you doing?" Ann asked her, incredulous that they couldn't afford a hundred dollar check-up. "I have to go-"

"Then go, I just need to pick up a bunch of DayQuil and those allergy pills," she explained, standing up and grabbing her keys off the table.

"April, he has the flu not a cold-"

"Whatever, just please don't be in my house anymore," April scrunched her nose up and walked out the bedroom. "You're getting your smell all over here."

When April left Ann was still standing there, confused. Instead of complaining Ann turned and gave Andy a look before leaving, just a few seconds behind April. Thankfully neither of them had to be around each other for much longer, because they were both starting to get irritated just from that few minutes.

Over the course of driving to a pharmacy, picking up all those little purple boxes and a bottle of DayQuil, and going back home April sat wondered what the hell she was doing. She should just take Andy to the hospital and leave him there for a few days, but April was kind of enjoying the bizarre reactions he was having to the fever. Watching her husband try and fly their bed like an airplane surely was just the beginning of things.

When April returned ten minutes later she half-expected Andy to be running around the house in the buff. What she didn't expect was him to have tied a blanket around his neck like a cape, still naked, and running around the backyard in circles.

"Andy!" she yelled at him, but he kept laughing and running. "Dude, get the hell in here."

"Quick, someone needs my help," Andy stalled in the middle of his pattern and looked over at April. Thankfully people couldn't see him through the trees and brush behind their house, all sweaty and naked covered in a short quilt. "The city of Pawnee needs me, commissioner."

"I'm not-"

"Captain Radical's not gonna let them down," he exclaimed before turning around and backing up a few feet and running. "No way I can let this town down!"

"Andy!"

There was unceremonious crunch when Andy leapt over a bush and smacked into a small tree. Then, like she expected, he yelled out in pain and she immediately rushed over to him. Turns out they might have to go to the hospital anyways, but she'd have to somehow convince Captain Radical that he wasn't actually in a costume and needed to put on pants before they went.

April just shook her head continuously, trying to figure out why she had bothered to do any of this for him. Then again, Andy sick was equal parts gross and boring to be around so she wasn't going to stand for this level of "creativity."