Disclaimer: I do not own Degrassi!

Author's Note: It's a future one and Maya and Owen have been together a few years and live together.

Maya's POV

I woke up early to Owen coughing. I put my glasses on and rolled over to see Owen's shoulders shaking at every cough he had. He was curled up so tightly in the sheets I'm surprised I had any at all. I started rubbing his back in comfort in hope for it to breakup hos cough.

"You're really warm I think you're sick," I remark.

Owen turned over once I started talking and I could instantly tell how bad he felt. His face was extremely pale with just the redness of the fever. He was shivering underneath the sheets and comforter. His chest sounded congested with every breath he took. "I feel terrible," Just those little words took a lot out of him as he started coughing again and had trouble sitting up to ease out the cough.

I help him sit up and continued to rub his back until he was done. Once it finally died down I felt shivers start wracking against his body and he started to pull the covers up closer to himself.

"I'm going to get a shirt for you to put on and grab the thermometer." I tell him getting up out of bed. "I don't like how warm you feel and you're shaking far too bad for my liking." I went into our connecting bathroom and grabbed the thermometer out of the medicine cabinet and went back into the bedroom and grabbed one of his shirts out of the dresser and made my way back to our bed.

"Here put this on."

He does and I stick the thermometer under his tongue.

I got back in on myside of the bed and waited for the thermometer to beep. I started running my hand through his sweat damped hair looking worried at him, he was so rarely sick but when he was it hit him hard and I hated to see him sick. The thermometer beeped and I looked at it.

"102 you should try and sleep," I tell him.

"Can you grab my phone first?" Owen rasped out sitting up some. "I got to call in to Simpson and let him know to get a sub for gym and let the assistant couch to run practice." He finished off coughing again causing his shoulders to shake rough.

"Yeah I'll get it, luckily I don't work today just the one night last at 7." I tell him getting out of bed and grabbing his phone off the charger.

"Maybe you should miss that class Maya, you know I don't like you walking around the campus at night, and I won't be able to take your there or stay." Owen commented worried as I handed back his cell.

"Ok I'll miss it, but just this once its important class for Nursing." I tell him kissing him on the cheek.

"Still think it's stupid to have a class like that at night." Owen scolded for it as he went through his phone to call his boss. He called in and told him he be out for the rest of the week and hung up and laid back down. "I feel terrible, rub my back," he whines looking up at me pitiful.

"Of course roll over." I instruct him to. "Once you're able to sleep I'm going to run up to the store and get some things for soup and medicine to make you feel better." I feel him nod as I began rubbing circles around his back in comfort. I rubbed his back until he was able to fall asleep again and then I got dressed to run to the store quickly. I went into the store and grabbed cans of his favorite soup, and some Ginger Ale and Gatorade since I know soon his stomach will soon be acting up as well. I quickly went into the pharmacy section and grabbed cold meds and cough syrup along with the drops. I headed over to the check out and cashed out and left to head back home. When I got home I checked on Owen but he was still sleeping so I put the things away and ate until I heard him call for me. I walk into our room to see Owen sitting up some looking worse than before.

"What's the matter?" I question walking over to his side of the bed and sitting next to him.

"My throat really hurts." Owen gripes in a raspy voice and whining a little more with every word.

"Do you think you can eat? I'll make you some soup," I offer.

Owen thought for a minute and then nodded ok at the thought of eating something.

"Ok I'll start it now and bring your some Ginger Ale I bought." I said getting up and fixing the messed up covers on him to keep him warm. "That should help your throat and be easy on your stomach."

"Thanks Babe." Owen rasped out smiling a little.

I kissed his still fevered forehead and went to the kitchen to make him lunch. After I finished the soup I poured some into a bowl and put some Ginger Ale on a glass and set everything on a tray that we had. I carried it into our room and set Owen up to be able to start eating. I sat on the bed while he ate looking at my phone and answering e-mails. When Owen was done I took his tray to the kitchen.

"My head hurts can you rub my back and neck again please," he whines.

The way he's acting makes me smile, usually he tries to be such a macho "I can do it all myself" type of man. Yet when he's sick he becomes a vulnerable needy little boy and it's just one of the many things I love about him.

"Yes of course roll over again."

I rub his back for a while and he rolls over.

"Tired again can you hold me?" he yawns.

"Happily," I grin laying down and putting my arms around him, soon he's asleep and I kiss his forehead which is starting to cool. "I love you Owen," I whisper.