Achoo!

Tissues.

Tissues everywhere.

Tissues on the floor, on the coffee table, even on the sofa-

"Sakura!" he splutters, "You're home!"

Sakura took one look at her husband, who was currently lying on the sofa wrapped in three blankets, surrounded by tissues and holding onto a water bottle with such a firm grip that anyone who was to walk into this room at this exact second would think that if he was to let go of the hot rubber, he would die. Yes, the Uchiha Sasuke has been defeated by a common cold.

She gave a soft sigh. She hates seeing him like this, but she also knows that Sasuke has a refined tendency to be dramatic in these situations, it's just that, there's a very fine line between a severely ill Sasuke and a dramatic Sasuke. Judging by the blankets, the exceedingly hot temperature of the house and the forest of tissues, she thinks it's safe to say that he is in fact, rather ill. And for Sakura, this was a large problem. Especially considering that the local supermarket is currently on a tomato soup shortage and she no longer has a stock of her husband's meal of choice when he falls ill.

"How was your day?" He asks, voice distinctly hoarse.

"Well, it was okay, I guess. But I got caught in the storm... now my hair is all wet," she frowns, hand reaching up to touch the ends of her dripping locks, now wavy from the water.

And then there's a sound. A wooshy sort of sound, like a man-made replica of the wind. Sakura could, just about, feel the air that was being blown in her direction, making her hair move ever so slightly.

"Sasuke, what are you doing?"

The man freezes.

"I was, uh, trying to dry your hair... with my mouth?"

Sakura shot a puzzled look at him, as she now decided to sit down next to her husband's head, who has now decided to rest his head on her lap.

"Honey, please get some rest," she says, half laughing, half extremely concerned for her husband. Her grown man of a husband, who, until a few moments ago, seriously thought that by himself alone, could dry hair through breathing.

"No," he whines, "I don't want to."

"Please?" Sakura begs, twirling tufts of his hair around into coils with her fingers, in an attempt to make the man fall asleep.

She knows that Sasuke doesn't sleep properly when he's ill, and she also knows he tries to avoid it, but still, it's important to her that he takes good care of himself. During the time she was at work saving lives, Sasuke was 'resting', and it's common knowledge that when Sasuke 'rests', what he really does is play Grand Theft Auto or decides to start watching Breaking Bad again for the 5th time.

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because I don't want to."

Sometimes, Sakura assumed, taking care of Sasuke is the same as taking care of a toddler.

"Not even whilst I go dry my hair?"

"No. I want you right here." He pouted.

"But Sasuke-"

"I'm just kidding, go dry your hair."

So once again, Sasuke was left alone; coughing, sneezing, trying to unblock his blocked nose and desperately trying to collate as much heat as possible as Sakura left to head upstairs and dry her hair. He yawned. Maybe, just maybe, if he closed his eyes for a little second, he'd be back awake again by the time that Sakura downstairs again. Yeah, that seems like a good idea.

Before long, his breathing eased and levelled out, a peaceful expression left on his perfectly smooth face.

It's rather tiring forcing yourself to stay awake for someone. Although he is ill, Sasuke thinks it's important that he's awake and alert and ready to listen to whatever his wife wants to tell him at all times. He doesn't let her know that of course, hence why he takes quick naps throughout the day which ensures the slimmer chance of her finding him in such a state.

"Sasuke?" A cheery voice asks, as it enters back into the room.

Oh.

She's noticed, that her dear husband is asleep.

She returns back to where she was previously sitting, very slowly moving Sasuke's head back onto her lap, allowing her to resume running her hands through his soft hair, and continuing to trace the shape of his face, leaving her hands to linger on his cheeks and jaw, pausing every so slightly when he begins to stir.

And it's the moment he opens his eyes, when she figures it out. The pure look of shock on his face reveals all his deepest secrets. Sasuke wasn't just pretending to be a fussy sleeper, but instead he was inflicting all this tiredness upon himself for the benefit of Sakura. The fear on his face screams the fact that he did not intend to be asleep, but wanted to be awake for her.

She gives a small kiss to his forehead.

"Go back to sleep my dear," she whispers gently, rubbing small circles into his forehead before his body gave in and he followed through with the commands.

In sickness and in health, he will cherish her until death does them apart.

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Sorry this is so rushed and OCC
-Roaringtides ♡