Disclaimer: I do not in any way, shape, or form own Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. I only write fanfiction for my own amusement, and hopefully, for the enjoyment of others.

Author's Note: The idea of either May or Coulson getting sick and one or the other is not very original, but I decided to write my own interpretation of this idea. I tried to edit all grammatical errors, but I apologize in advance if there is any. I hope you enjoy it! :)

Upon waking up, Agent Melinda May groaned, half in frustration and half in pain. She felt achy all over, her throat felt like it was on fire, and sweat was rolling down her forehead. She hadn't felt this awful in years. May was shocked when she checked the time; it was already noon! Her internal clock didn't even wake her up to start her daily routine of doing Tai Chi first thing in the morning.

When May rolled out of bed, she groaned again. Unwillingly, May changed so she could start her job and proceeded to go to the kitchen to see if her stomach could handle anything without making her lurch.

"Good morning Agent May!" chirped Simmons when May walked into the kitchen. "You're up uncannily late, are you alright?"

"Mm fine," growled back May, which was all she managed to rasp out with her soar throat.

"Oh dear, that won't do," said Simmons, "Agent May, you are not well. You should be lying down in bed, resting, not attempting to work."

"Simmons is right, since you are sick, most likely with the common cold, you should be resting so that you're back in the fighting spirit as soon as possible." continued Fitz, unnecessarily explaining Jemma's motives.

"I said I'm fine. I don't need you two pestering me." May proceeded to go and make herself some licorice root tea, hoping that it would help with her soar throat. Before she could even start drinking her tea, she started having a coughing fit.

"Wow, even May can get sick," remarked Skye as she walked into the kitchen. "That's not something you see every day, or ever."

"I'm not sick," said May, frustrated after she finished coughing.

"Haha, sure," laughed Skye, "Whatever you say, May."

May proceeded to drink her tea, trying not to puke in the process. Her stomach churned as she drank the hot liquid, but she kept on drinking the tea because it soothed the burning sensation in her throat.

"Agent May, if you are not going to rest, you should at least take some Tylenol or something to help soothe your symptoms in order for you not to be in constant pain or discomfort," said Simmons, trying her best to help to stubborn agent however she could.

"I'll be fine after I drink my tea and eat something," said May.

"Something to eat, perfect!" said Simmons, cheering up. "Skye, Fitz, help me make some soup to help Agent May feel better, you cannot deny our help for something Agent May, we'll make you some food while you rest a bit."

May was too tired to argue with the three, so she just nodded and went to sit down.

"Hey, May, why don't you go and lay down, relax, and wait for us to take a bowl of soup to your bunk. Don't worry, rest up a bit, and we'll bring it up to you," suggested Skye.

"Something wrong, May?" asked Coulson when he walked into the kitchen.

"Nothing is wrong, Phil," replied May. She went into a coughing fit again, giving away that she was sick.

"Alright, I'm taking you back to your bed," said Coulson, with his don't-mess-with-me voice.

May just nodded, and unwillingly let Coulson lead her back to her bunk. When they arrived at her bunk, Coulson helped May get into her bed, covering her with a blanket to help her be as comfortable as possible.

"Is there anything I can get you May, a book, a cup of tea, anything?" asked Coulson. "You know, maybe you should just rest up a bit."

"Coulson—" May couldn't finish talking because she started coughing again.

"May, just rest for a little bit. I don't mean you have to sleep, but lay down a little, read a book, relax; It'll help you feel loads better than you do right now," said Coulson patting May's back to help to her stop coughing.

"Fine," spat May in return to Coulson's suggestion, "I'll lay down a little while, but Phil; would you stop pestering me and hand me a book before you leave?"

"Oh, I'm not leaving," said Coulson. "I'm staying here to make sure you stay in bed and don't try to do anything work-related, even paperwork."

"I won't—"

"Now, what book should you read?" Coulson picked one of the books he thought that would cause the least stress and would help May relax.

"Seriously, Coulson, a romance novel?"

"I'll have you know May, Jane Austen's Emma is not just a romance novel. It has very complex character development, and it depicts Romanticism in England perfectly," explained Coulson, defending his selection.

"Sure, whatever you say," smirked May, smiling at Coulson's description. "I'm no expert, so I'll have to take your word for it."

"Why is this story so addicting!?" exclaimed May after an hour of reading. There was now an empty cup of tea and an empty bowl on the desk next to May's bed. May drank a cup of tea and a bowl of soup that Skye, Fitz, and Simmons made for her.

"Because that's what good stories do May, they are engaging and keep you wanting more," said Coulson, nonchalantly replying, too engaged in his own book to pay much attention to May's question.

"I think— I think I'm going to go to sleep now," said May yawning, obviously exhausted from just being sick.

Coulson nodded. He put a bookmark in the book he was reading, closed it, and went to tuck May in.

"I don't need— to be tucked in like a child," said May, coughing in the middle of her sentence.

"I know, but I want to take care of you May," continuing to fluff the pillows, gently helping May lay down. "You should really accept help once in a while, especially when you are sick."

May only nodded, her eyes drooping closed because of our exhaustion. Soon enough, after tucking May in, Coulson could hear the soft snoring; he moved some hair from May's forehead and went to sit on the chair near her bed.

The next morning May awoke, feeling ten times better than she did the day before. What she did not expect to see, was Coulson, laying down in an uncomfortable position, asleep on the chair near her bed, the book that he was reading still open on his chest. "You look ridiculous, Phil," whispered May; she smirked ever so slightly at the sight.

May changed into her 'work out' clothes and proceeded to start with her morning routine, Tai Chi. Though she was not feeling one-hundred percent better, she felt well enough to walk around without the constant achiness, the only symptoms that remained was a stuffy nose and the occasional urge to cough.

After she finished doing Tai Chi, Coulson started to stir, "Ow," he said, rubbing his neck from the position that he had been sleeping in.

"That's what you get for sleeping in a chair instead of a bed, but thanks for staying, I feel lots better than I did yesterday."

"It's really no problem, May. I only wish that you would let the team take care of you more often," said Coulson. "If not the team, let me take care of you. I've known you for ages May; I know when you need help and when I should back off."

"I'll think about it. Now that I'm feeling better, I definitely want to shower before going to eat something."

"I'll leave you to shower in peace," said Coulson, mock saluting May before leaving her bunk.

After a refreshing shower, May walked into the kitchen to make herself some tea and eat breakfast.

"Hello, Agent May; are you feeling any better today?" asked Simmons when she saw May walk into the kitchen. Skye and Fitz were also there, sipping their preferred beverages.

"Yes," replied May. "Thank you for the soup."

After May had finished eating and drinking her tea, Coulson walked in.

"I guess now that May is better, we can start on our next assignment," said Coulson. "You alright with that, May? Are you feeling well enough to work on an assignment?"

"Yeah, I'm alright," replied May.

After finishing their assignment that day, May went back to her bunk where she found a note:

I had fun hanging out with you yesterday. I'm glad you're feeling better, just don't get sick too often, I know I said I don't mind taking care of you, and I don't, but I get worried easily. Also, I won't be able to make rational decisions without your judgment.

-Phil

May smiled, maybe it wasn't so bad getting sick every once in a while.

End Note: I hope you enjoyed this fanfic! I am working on a follow up chapter and will have it posted as soon as possible. Please review if you feel inclined; constructive criticism is welcomed :)