a / n: I'm tired of writing fillers, but I'm also not in the mood to write actual plot. Ugh... choices...

(Time skip, a few months later)

~TW: sickness, vomiting (?)~

John pov~

Alexander sat at his desk, editing a video, while I scrolled through Instagram. I looked up when he coughed loudly.

"Are you sick babe?" I asked.

"N-no. It's just allergies." He said, coughing again.

"Allergies? To what, Ducky?"

He coughed again and sighed, leaning back in his chair. "Fine, I'm sick. I hate being sick. It reminds me of..."

"Of what..?" I set down my phone.

"Nothing... I just get sick a lot, and I usually work through it. Nothing goes wrong." (History fact: he was actually pretty freaking sick for one of the battles during the war, I'm pretty sure it was the one that got Washington to notice him)

"That's not healthy."

He shrugged. "I'm fine."

He then burst into a coughing fit and doubled over, coughing his throat dry.

"C'mon. Nap time for you." I walked over and picked him up, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "Wow, you're burning up."

"No I'm not." Alexander pouted as I carried him out of the office and to his bedroom.

I set him on his bed and he protested, trying to sit up and sneezing.

"My head hurts." He admitted, lying back down.

"I'll go to the pharmacy and get some medicine for you."

He opened his mouth to say something then coughed loudly.

"And cough syrup."

He frowned and tried to get up again but I pushed him down on the bed and grabbed Ducky, who hissed at me. I set the angry cat on Alexander and he curled up, not moving.

Alexander has cat rules, one of which is 'do not disturb the cat if it's sitting on you'

"John." He whined, clearly noticing my intent.

"You better stay in bed even if that cat moves."

Alexander began to protest but I cut him off by kissing him and walking out of the room. I grabbed my shoes, coat and keys and headed out to the pharmacy.

Alex pov~

I layed in bed, even though Ducky had moved. It was just so warm and comfortable and I felt pretty sick. Not that I'd admit it to anyone.

I had a throbbing headache, my stomach felt like it'd been flatted my a steamroller and I was coughing, which hurt my already sore throat.

I shivered, pulling the blanket closer around me and trying to get as much heat as I could. That's usually how I cope; I drink warm stuff (coffee) and put on lots of sweaters, despite it not being the right temperature for me to be wearing sweaters. (Alex, honey, it's always sweater weather.)

I walked to my wardrobe to grab a hoodie, then headed to the office to get my phone. I was about to head back to bed when I realized I hadn't finished editing and I should probably continue doing so. I sat down in front of the computer and started *insert YouTuber stuff here*.

I was almost ready to upload the video when a wave of nausea hit me. I panicked and stood up, humming and making my way to the bathroom. (Fun fact: it's almost impossible to vomit whilst humming)

John pov~

I thanked the pharmacist and walked back to Alexander's place, carrying a bag with the medicine I'd gotten. I got in the elevator and clicked on Alex's floor, worrying as I headed up.

It's fine John. Chill out. Probably just a fever. I told myself.

People die from fevers.

He'll be fine.

Not necessarily.

I pushed the negative thoughts aside and got out of the elevator, opening Alexander's door and walking to his room. I hadn't expected him to be there, and he wasn't.

I set the bag down and walked over to the office, assuming he'd be there.

He wasn't.

"Alexander?" I called, heading to the kitchen.

Not there either.

I looked around only to spot Ducky scratching at the bathroom door. Noticing that it wasn't locked, I opened the door and stepped in, the ginger cat threading between my feet and racing to the corner of the room, by the toilet.

I looked over there and saw Alexander curled up in a corner, sweat dripping down his forehead and his skin sickly pale. He had his legs pressed against his chest and his hair dangling in his face.

"Alexander, are you ok?" I asked, crouching next to him.

He met my eyes and shook his head. "I feel like shit."

"You have a bad fever." I hugged him. "Let's get you in bed."

"Ok." He conceded, standing up and making his way to his room.

I grabbed my phone and sat next to him on the bed, making sure he stayed put.

Alexander fell asleep soon after laying down, Ducky curled up against his chest.

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Thanks for 1K! This story is gonna be on the shorter side, because I wrote the whole thing and there are 25 chapters, but I hope you enjoy.

Love,
Starii 🌼