A/N I just wanted to thank you guys for all the support and I really appreciate it! I love y'all and y'all are the reason why I love writing this story! (That and the fact that Malec is OTP!) okkkk I've rambled enough now let's begin! P.S The title and story has a lot to do with the fact that I'm sick and have a fever and a sore af throat. Welp whatever!

Third person's Narrative
  Alec Lightwood sat in bed, tissues surrounding him along with the piles of blankets on top of him. His mouth was dry and he lay in bed drifting off to sleep when a certain sparky warlock knocked on the door.

     "Aleeeeeec! I have soooooouuuup! Get up baby!" He whined. Alec didn't stir. "Alec! Now!" Alec poked his pale face out from under the covers. There were shadows under his eyes and a tissue clung to the side of his face.

    "Magnus not now please" croaked Alec. His voice was raw and scratchy and he smelled like medicines and despair.

    "You need to eat! When's the last time you had something solid!? C'mon, I'll feed you" and Magnus carried a tray (somehow one "magically" appeared) over to the bed and sat down. Alec sat up and Magnus fluffed his pillows. He put a hand to his forehead.

     "Oh baby your burning up! You're hotter than you already are!" He smirked. Alec glared at him. Magnus spoon fed Alec chicken noodle soup, although he wasn't the best at it.  Some of the soup dribbled down Alec's chin, making him look as if he was a baby again.  After this happened for what, the fifth time, Alec was tired of it.

      "MAGNUS!" said Alec wiping his chin. "All you've done so far today is spill hot soup on me! Please for the love of the Angel! Please just let me sleep!" sighed Alec, exasperated.  Magnus frowned.  "I'm sorry Magnus it's just I'm so tired and sleepy and drowsy and sick an-"

    "I get it. Shoot I've not been the best caretaker ever but I sure do want to take care of you. I'm sorry your sick and I'm sorry I spilled so much soup on you" he chuckled. "I guess I've never really been confronted with this before, warlocks rarely get the flu and so do immortals in general. Your the first person I've ever had to take care of Alec. And I guess I just wanted to do my job so badly I screwed up. Can you forgive me?" asked Magnus.  Alec leaned over and grabbed Magnus's shirt and kissed him. His lips still tasted like the soup as the two men sat in the bed, as Magnus read a story to Alec, or just laid in the bed with his lover. Soon they both fell asleep in each other's arms, buried under the blankets and Kleenex's, encircling each other as they both found out what it meant to have someone take care of you, and learned what it was to take care of someone.

FIN

SORRY FOR THE WAIT AND THE SHORT CHAPPY! I'm not feeling well and I just had some writers block but I'll try to do better I swear! Okay lurv you my lovelies! Bai!

Alec: *sniff* bye
Magnus: I bid you good day readers stay-
Alec: show off
Magnus: jealous that I'm so good with words Alexander?
Alec: not as good as I am a kisser
*insert kissing/slurping noises here* ok these guys *moan* are getting  *gasp* WAY TO FREAKY I GOTTA GO GUYS BAI *slURPiNG NOISE* AAAAAAHHH!