A/N: I had a lot of fun with this one :) The prompt was the first sentence.
"Mom, sorry to bother you, but I got called into the station and Killian came down with a fever, could you maybe check on him for me?" Emma asked through her phone as she hurried back to the station. She didn't like leaving him alone, she really didn't, but duty was duty. "And perhaps you could convince him to go and see a doctor. I think modern medicine still scares him a bit. Not that he would ever admit it."
Snow agreed on checking in on him while Emma was away and Emma felt relieved at the thought that her mother would take care of her pirate. Killian was always a bit whiny when he was ill and she'd rather have him getting well again soon.
He was half sitting, half lying in bed and watching a movie on Netflix when Emma came home, a wet cloth draped on his forehead and a steaming cup of tea in his hands.
"You feel any better?" she asked as she sat down next to him and pressed a kiss on his cheek.
"Your mother forced me to go and see a doctor."
"And?"
"He gave me something and now I feel a bit better."
"See, no need to distrust the advantages of this world." Emma rested her head on his shoulder and yawned. She had spent the afternoon chasing one of the dwarves through the entire town and felt like she'd just completed a marathon.
"Your mother also made me soup and tea. Why don't you ever make me soup and tea?"
Emma slapped him on the chest with the back of her hand and he spilled some of his tea over his blanket.
"Swaaaan!" He whined and Emma chuckled. "Do you love me at all?"
"Stop whining, pirate. I wouldn't have sent my mother if I didn't love you."
Emma pressed a kiss on his shoulder and Killian smiled.
"I'm not whining." He said with a fake pout.
"Of course you're not."