Prompto unlocked the door to your apartment, letting himself in as planned by the two of you a few days ago when he had stopped by your work. Usually you two were inseparable, however, your new place of work cut into the hours that you would dutifully spend with your boyfriend and it was an adjustment for both of you. Prompto was good about it, coming by when he could so that it wasn't such a long wait before you could spend time together.

Today you both had a day off, clearing the schedule and not wanting to waste any moment you could. When you were finished last night, Prompto was sleeping so you decided to just go home and left him a message to come over when he was awake. That was exactly what he did, shutting the door behind him and whistling as he made his way down the hall and into the living area.

"Huh."

The blond frowned, wondering why everything was still so dark. Usually you were up early, ready for the day with the curtains open and enjoying the view from your balcony until your attention was demanded elsewhere. Prompto loved sneaking up on you and taking pictures, something you pretended to be annoyed at. That boy had talent and you often told him so, doing your best to raise his self-esteem. Of course, it did so with a blush crept along his cheeks, irresistible to you with a giggle sounding in his ears. The gunman smiled at the memories, running his hand on the back of his neck before turning away.

Down the hall and the third door on the left was your room, entryway mostly closed off and no lights on inside. Carefully, he pushed the door open and peeked inside, happy that the lump beneath the blankets indicated that you were home. Smiling, he quietly padded inside and sat down, your head poking out of the fleece comforter that you were wrapped tightly in. It was odd that you were still asleep, glancing at the clock on the bedside table. The sound of your stomach growling brought his attention back to you, fingers entangling in your hair and lips coming to rest upon your temple.

You stirred, groaning in displeasure at the intrusion of your slumber. Eyes fluttered open slowly, a struggle to even do that, every part of your body screaming in protest at having to be conscious right now. If it wasn't for a faint light chuckle shaking your bed, you were certain that you wouldn't have even bothered to try and figure out why you were awake at the present moment. Once you recognized your favourite blond before you, a smile spread across your lips, heart filling with affection despite that your head remained in your sleepy daze. The hand that cupped your cheek didn't move, even as you stretch your limbs out as best you could within your cocoon.

"Hey."

Prompto's bright smile caused yours to widen, sighing contently as you snuggled deeper into your bed while moving so that his arm was held captive. The blond lied down, putting his body beside yours and leaned his forehead against you - only to shoot and cause your body to jerk from the limb you were attached to.

"You're burning hot!" he exclaimed.

"Don't I know it," you smirked.

The voice that came out of your mouth was not only riddled with sleep, but severely congested and abnormal. Prompto raised a brow, going to feel your forehead again with his hand. Your face winced, the weight making you feel pain on your sinuses. It only got worse when he turned on the light, another displeased groan sounding from you and a failed attempt to hide from it.

"Are you sick?" asked Prompto.

"No. What time is it?"

"Ten."

You shot up as soon as you heard that, eyes wide at knowing you were up far later than usual. You were supposed to have breakfast ready for the two of you, anticipating his arrival. As soon as you were upright, the world around you began to spin, nausea settling into your stomach and piling up to your throat. Gagging, you threw the blankets off you and rushed into the bathroom, just making the toilet and vomiting rather aggressively into the bowl. The burning acid pouring out of your mouth made you choke, and soon you felt it come out your nose. Someone - likely Prompto - had come to kneel beside you, moving your hair out of your face and holding it behind your back. Another round of bile found itself joining the rest that had already reared its ugly head into existence, leaving you gasping for breath and body quivering while you tried to compose yourself. When you were ready, you pushed yourself up slowly and rinsed out your mouth, cleaning up your face before turning to look at your boyfriend.

"I take it back, I think I have the flu," you groaned, "I'm sorry."

But Prompto did not look upset whatsoever, a large grin on his face and that confused you a little.

"Don't worry babe, I'll take care of you!"

His enthusiasm made you laugh, which then turned into coughing and made him usher you back to bed. Once you were securely wrapped up in the warmth of your blanket again, Prompto bounced out the door and likely into your kitchen. A few seconds later he was back with a glass of water and phone in hand as he waited for someone to pick up. There wasn't a chance for you to ask him who he was calling right now, the man disappearing out the door. You heaved a sigh, happy that he wasn't upset about the fact that you were ill on your day off together. Seconds later, he was back in your room, at your bedside and that same smile gracing his features. You couldn't help but mimic him, wishing that the light could catch the freckles that dusted his sparkling blues.

"I'm going to get a few things at the store. You stay in bed," he instructed.

"Prom, really you don't-"

You were silenced with a kiss, one to your forehead and greeted again by his endearing smile. Before you could protest his actions, he was already gone, the front door closing and leaving you to sigh with a grin no your lips. It wasn't long before you were dozing, the pounding in your head softening into a dull pain the deeper you fell into slumber.

...

The sound of your name being called softly is what roused you from sleep. The light on the bedside table was still on, however, obscured by the shadow of your boyfriend once again shaking you gently in order to get your attention. Another smile spread across your lips, trying to push yourself up slowly so that you could figure out what Prompto needed from you.

"Here. Iggy says these will work."

He offered you something to drink, something that tasted a lot like honey and ginger, and he pushed medications into your clammy palm. The beverage was bitter, likely a mixture that Prompto did not get right, however, you did not complain, doing your best to keep a straight face until the contents were down completely. You were about to thank him when he placed a newly bought bed tray with soup over your lap that nearly spilled with you leaning over to grab the water.

"Oh, you made this for me?"

"It's just from a can," he looked down sheepishly, "I don't know how-"

You reached for his hand, stopping him from speaking any longer. The way his blush crept all along his face, it was adorable, however, you didn't want him to be nervous at all. Before you was a steaming bowl of soup, likely chicken noodle, with a spoon beside the dish. The fact that he had gone through all this trouble melted your heart and you wanted to make sure he knew how much you appreciated his efforts.

"I love it," you told him.

"You didn't even try it!" he accused.

"Doesn't matter," you smiled warmly at him.

Cheeks still dusted with a blush, he returned your grin before leaning over to kiss your forehead and then left the room swiftly, a laugh following after him from your own lips. The soup was scorching hot and you waited a few moments, wishing that you could smell it before taking that first bite. It didn't taste much like anything, however, the medication you had earlier and that horribly bitter beverage made it easy to keep down. Prompto returned just as you were finished, another one of those drinks ready and your stomach curled, the thought of having to taste that making you want to spill your lunch. You endured, however, taking a sip and repressing the instinct to spit it out. Placing the glass on the table in your lap, you leaned your head back, lids heavy as you found the concerned gaze of your boyfriend.

"Is it not good?" his brows knit into worry, fear behind his eyes.

"It's great," you lied, "I'm just full."

He nodded in understanding, moving everything so that you could still reach your drink and not have a tray in front of you. Using the opportunity, you shifted your body so that you didn't have a pillow shoved into your kidney.

"Do you have enough pillows?"

Before you could answer the question, Prompto left the room, returning with more pillows from your spare bedroom and propping them beside you. Then he left again - only to come back with the couch throws and tossing them on the bed. The man then began to arrange them so that they were holding you up, which was difficult with you giggling lightly, trying to keep the tickle in your throat away and not worry him any more than he already was.

"Is that better?"

"It's great, Prom."

Again, you laughed at the grin on his face, unable to stop yourself which led to you hacking, leaning over in the fear that you were ready to vomit. Prompto was there, grabbing your hair to move it once more and frantically looking for something that could catch the bile threatening to leave you. Luckily there was no need, recovering just in time and leaning back on your hoard of unnecessary pillows. You reached out for the water on your nightstand, Prompto pushing a glass in your hands and you took a drink eagerly. It didn't last long, however, expecting water and instead your tongue was greeted by the bitter concoction that your boyfriend didn't know how to make which caused you to spit it out, not ready for willpower it took to stomach it.

"Are you okay? Is it not good? I knew I messed it up."

Prompto's panicked voice sounded in your ears, you trying your best to not vomit once more while he continued to berate himself. When you finally got a hold of your stomach contents, you placed a hand on his forearm, drawing his attention to you and silencing his ridiculous worries. Sighing, a light smile graced your features as you reached for your own water and took a long drink of it before facing him.

"You didn't mess anything up," you told him softly, "You've been wonderful."

"But I-"

"Hush," you tried to place a hand over his lips, unable to reach that far, "You don't have to do any of this."

"I want to though! I wanna take care of you and-"

"Prom," you winced at the frequency of his hysterics. He was silent as soon as he heard his name, "The only thing I want is for you to lie down next to me."

The surprise on his face made you smile again, thumb running over his knuckles lightly. It looked as if he were hesitating before you squeezed his arm in order to reaffirm what you were saying. Prompto allowed you to pull him down so that you were able to lean your head on his shoulder. Clutching his arm in your grasp, you let out a content sigh as your eyes closed, feeling the tension in his body finally relax. It wasn't long before you were asleep once more, the crick in your neck far from your mind, only the warmth of him calming the pounding in your head.

It was hard to know how much time had passed, rousing from your slumber to find that the light in the bedroom was off and you were securely wrapped in your boyfriend's lithe arms. Prompto's face was at the nape of your neck, deep and even breaths warming you. Throat parched, you carefully lifted yourself up, alerting the person behind you that you were awake. You reached for your water, downing the contents in one gulp and then relaxing back beneath the blankets. The pounding in your head was gone, grinning as you rolled over to see Prompto who was trying to bite back the worry on his face.

"Do you need anything?" he asked, his voice shaking a little.

"Just this."

You planted a kiss to his lips, soft and warm, taking him by surprise and causing you to giggle when you pulled away. Prompto's hand cupped your cheek, shifting your body closer and allowing your exposed skin to touch his warm flesh. His lips pressed against yours, more sure of himself this time and reminding you of the original intentions of spending time together on your day off.

"Are you feeling better?"

His voice was a whisper, lips grazing against you with his every word. You kissed him again, keeping your forehead against his as your eyes remained shut.

"Much better," you assured, "Thank you."

"I didn't do anything."

"You did everything."

Prompto laughed nervously, pulling his arm around you and holding you close. The gap between you ceased to exist and you placed another kiss to him once more. The rest of the night was spent as you both intended, your heart swelled with affection for this man who did everything he could to make you feel like you were on top of the world. You were going to show him that he didn't have to try so hard, that he deserved the happiness he often doubted of himself. This was probably the best sick day you've ever had and it was all thanks to him.

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thanks for reading. two more sick days to go!