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Sheldon's spell of vomiting didn't last long, and once Amy had succeeded in sanitizing the floor to Sheldon's liking, she returned to her question.

"Why can't we go to the hospital? It seems like the logical approach, given the fact that you've been unconscious twice, which can cause swelling in the brain."

"Amy Farrah Fowler, hospitals are constantly crawling with the sickly and deathly ill, I will not be catching any fatal ailment because of my brain happened to come into direct contact with my skull." Sheldon replied, holding a pillow over his closed eyes as he laid on the couch to block out any and all light.

Amy exhaled irritably through her nose. She then remembered she was just dealing with her germaphobic, child of a boyfriend. She leaned forward and asked gently,

"How do you feel now?"

"Not good, if that's what you're asking."

Amy thought a minute and then clarified.

"What are you feeling now?"

"Symptom-wise? Well... Certainly head pain... photosensitivity, energy deprivation..." He pulled back the pillow a bit to look at Amy and then continued, "Severe energy deprivation."

Amy over to sit beside Sheldon's head. He had to pull his knees up towards his chest to make room for her. She felt bad making him scrunch up like that, so she lifted his head and rested it on her lap, allowing him to stretch out farther.

"Well... we don't have to go to the hospital. You can go to sleep, but I'll wake you up every hour and ask you some questions."

"...Alright." Sheldon agreed.

What felt like five minutes later, Amy was calling Sheldon's voice to awaken him.

"Yes?"

"What is your name?"

"Dr. Sheldon Lee Cooper."

"What's my name?"

"Amy Farrah Fowler."

"Excellent. Go back to sleep."

Sheldon obliged.

"Wake up, Sheldon."

"That was not an hour."

"Yes it was."

Sheldon shifted uncomfortably and sat up slightly, squinting his eyes at the light and then leaning his head into Amy's shoulder.

"How are you feeling now?"

"How many times will we be returning to this question?" Sheldon asked irritably.

"Multiple times for the next twenty-four hours."

"Very well, currently... my head hurts." Sheldon pouted pitifully when he said this, and leaned awkwardly into Amy's shoulder a bit further.

Amy petted his head, a little flustered. At first he tensed, but within a few strokes, he relaxed and made a small request.

"Are you familiar with the 'soft kitty' song?"

Amy smiled, "I am."

Sheldon shifted his eyes to look at her and asked slowly, "Would you sing it?"

Amy sighed and began, just as she was taught, "Soft kitty, warm kitty, little ball of fur..."

Sheldon smiled and closed his eyes. Amy continued, "Happy kitty, sleepy kitty, purr, purr, purr..."

Sheldon had fallen asleep again. Amy kissed his forehead, somewhat endeared by the gentle breathing of her concussed, socially awkward boyfriend.