A Drabble A Day #14: Caretaker
Peter pulled the thermometer out of Claude's mouth. "Good. Your fever's gone down."
"Bout time. I was tired of watching you go into nurse mode every time I let out a cough."
"Hey, it's my job!" said Peter defensively. "If I hadn't taken care of you, you'd be complaining about it, and I hate hearing you complain."
Claude smirked. "That's my line, poodle. It was nice being the one complaining rather than hearing someone else do it. You whine too much, I keep quieter than you do."
Peter looked like he was about to yell something back at him, but he realized that it wouldn't do any good, because Claude always won. He decided to let it go.
"Fine. I guess you can take care of yourself now."
"I can. I'm well enough, thanks very much."
Twenty minutes later, Claude had collapsed into a feverish haze again, and he wondered if he had somehow jinxed himself. He decided to blame karma for it. As he fumbled around for the medicine, a steady, cool hand grasped his and another grabbed the bottle for him. Before he knew it, he was back in bed, with Peter laying beside him again.
Peter couldn't help but gloat. "Well enough, huh?"
"Shut up, Peter."