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Author's Note: Sorry for such a long delay. I actually didn't have any ideas on what to write. Hope you enjoy. Feel free to tell me anything you'd like to see between these two. Comments always welcome :3
Sick
"Achoo!"
Larry sniffled and blew his nose for what seemed like the tenth time in the last hour. He felt like complete and utter crap and wanted nothing more than to curl up and sleep for forty eight hours straight. He coughed a bit and rest his head on the cool surface of the desk.
"Just five minutes," he mumbled as his eyes slid closed.
Ahkmenrah looked up from his book as he stared down at Larry. The man was lying on the desk with his head pillowed on his arms shivering so often in his sleep. He frowned and set his book aside reaching down and running his fingers through the man's hair frowning more at how hot he felt.
He placed his hand against his cheek and his forehead. Sick. He walked around the side of the desk and carefully picked the man up. Larry shifted in his sleep and mumbled something incoherent and fell asleep again.
Ahkmenrah carried him to the office and laid him on the couch and covered him with a blanket before going in search of Teddy.
"Ahk my boy, how nice to see you," the former president smiled as the young pharaoh walked over to him. "What can I do for you?"
"Larry seems to be under the weather; could you watch over the museum for a little bit while I make sure he's okay?" Ahkmenrah asked.
"Of course," Teddy nodded. "Makes sure he rests."
Ahkmenrah stopped by the museums kitchens and picked up a few things before making his way back to the office and setting them on the desk. He sat down on the couch careful not to wake him and felt his forehead again. Still hot. He grabbed the ice pack and wrapped it in a towel and placed it on his forehead careful brushing his hair back.
Why do you do this to yourself, he sighed as he stroked the man's hair. You're only human...
It was times like this that made him a sad that he was only made of wax. He couldn't really remember the last time he had ever actually been sick.
"Ahk?"
The young man looked down at the security guard and gave him a small smile. "Hey, how are you feeling?"
"Like crap..." Larry chuckled a little bit and coughed. "Sorry..."
"Don't apologize. Why did you come into work if you're sick?"
"I couldn't just not come in..."
"Yes you could've...Teddy and I would've been fine taking care of the others while you rested. You're health is more important."
Larry didn't have anything to say to that. Ahkmehrah raised an eyebrow biting back a victory smile as he leaned down and kissed the man's forehead. "Sleep Larry. I'll be here when you wake up alright?"
The pharaoh stood up to go back out when Larry reached out and curled his fingers around his robe giving a small weak tug. Ahkmenrah looked over at him.
"Yes Larry?"
"Stay? At least until I fall asleep?"
"I can do that."
Ahkmenrah smiled and sat back down chuckling as Larry laid his head on his thigh and closed his eyes. He resumed stroking his hair and occasionally glanced at the clock on the wall to keep track of time. Larry's breathing evened out at a bit and Ahkmenrah couldn't bring himself to pull away and so he stayed there holding the man he loved.