Hey guys! Here's another prompt :)

This was submitted by: LadyMorganaPendragon and Quinnovative

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Simmons walked into the lab stifling a yawn. She felt absolutely terrible.

Her head pounded like a drum, she felt like her skin was in fire, and her throat burned.

But she needed to finish something in the lab. It was so close to completion.

She worked for a couple minutes even though it was hard considering she was unfocused.

Fitz walked into the lab with two cups of tea and greeted her with a smile,"Hey Jemma I.."

He paused and frowned at her,"you don't look very good..I mean no no you look fine..but you look..like you don't feel well."

As Simmons opened her mouth to respond Fitz put down the cups of tea and pressed his hand to her head.

Fitz frowned,"You have a fever. You must go lay down.."

"No..I'm fine..a bit under the weather," Simmons replied before going back to work.

Fitz frowned,"Absolutely not Jemma! You're sick!"

Fitz put his hands on the small of her back and gently pushed her to the lounge area.

"I'll be able to keep an eye on you better here," he insisted,"Now go lay down. I'll put extra honey in your tea."

Simmons knew it was useless to argue. To be honest she felt awful and Fitz had always been more protective when she was sick(since the chitauri Virus)

She dozed a bit on the couch while Fitz ran around gathering supplies for her.

Fitz gently rubbed Simmons shoulder to wake her up,"Here you go..here's your tea..I have a peppermint..it'll help your sore throat..here's another pillow..a thermometer, Tylenol.."

He put a pillow behind her.

"Oh and a water bottle. You need to stay hydrated," Fitz insisted as he put a water bottle down next to her.

Simmons smiled and squeezed his hand,"Thank you."

She didn't miss the faint blush that spread on his cheeks,"No problem Jemma..now rest..if you need me call me ok? Ok?"

Simmons giggled,"ok."

Simmons fell asleep and the next thing she knew she was waking up.

She hadn't felt herself fall asleep so it was a bit of a a surprise as she woke up groggily.

She glanced at the clock: 5:30.

'No one else is around. Must be out,' she mused.

(Not that she knew that Fitz had told everyone that Simmons was very ill and needed to rest and they better not bother her or go near her or make noise)

Simmons glanced at a small table that had been set up next to her.

She smiled happily when she saw it. On the table was Doctor Who, a portable DVD player, crackers, and little note from Fitz, along with her phone which had multiple texts from Fitz to see how she was feeling(even though he was in the lab and checked on her every 4 minutes)

She rolled her eyes to herself and laughed. So maybe being sick wasn't that bad. Really it was relaxing considering she felt a bit better(minus the fact Fitz kept checking on her..but even that was sweet)

She'd have to try and get sick more often.