A Drabble A Day #13: Headache
To Claude, the day was crawling by slower than a snail.
He figured it was because of the pounding headache that was still plaguing him. He wanted to get up and knock the stuffing out of a certain contagious empath for getting him sick in the first place, but he couldn't find enough balance to even get out of bed. He doubted his aim was any better than his equilibrium.
There was one good thing about being sick, though:
Peter became his slave.
When Claude complained that he was too hot, Peter obediently pulled blankets off the bed and turned on the fan; likewise, whenever he would say he was cold, Peter would pile the blankets on top of him again, as well as snuggle up against him and hold him. Claude thought it was his job to comfort Peter, not the other way around, but he had to admit that it wasn't so bad for things to be switched around for once.
Besides trivial things like making him food and giving him massages, Claude was tempted to ask Peter for other favors.
He decided to save certain ones for the next day, when he would be up for a little more action.
A/N: Sorry for the delay!!! My muse took a mini-vacation, I think. Anyway, this and the next few chapters are all double drabbles, I think. It's so hard to make them any shorter... even 200 words doesn't seem like enough! Please forgive me for making you wait!