This was supposed to be longer (and more fluffy) but my inspiration ran out ^^; I hope you like it!

"Honestly, Barry, you don't have to stay. The city needs The Flash."

"And leave you alone in a weakened state, no way. My fiancé needs his fiancé. Cisco and Wally can handle whatever comes up."

"It's just a bloody cold, I'm fine'd."

"When you put a 'D' at the end of 'fine', you're not fine."

Barry avoids a balled-up tissue lobbed at his head from a disheveled, stuffy-nosed, bedridden Julian. He picks up the dirtied tissue and tosses it in the wastebasket by the nightstand, adding to the growing collection.

Julian grimaces, "It always irks me when you do that, picking up germ-riddled objects without a care."

"It's not like I can get sick anymore," shrugs Barry.

"But you should still—"

A hacking cough cuts off Julian. He quickly grabs a fresh tissue and loudly blows into it. "God, I must look like a hot mess," he rasps, "how could you stand looking at me right now?"

Barry smiles and joins his fiancé on the bed. Julian is bundled up in Barry's favorite robe, a pair of well-worn plaid pajama bottoms, and many, many blankets. The speedster tenderly tucks a limp lock of hair behind Julian's ear.

"I think you look handsome, Jules." He presses a kiss to Julian's cheek.

Julian rolls his eyes, "You're such a sap."

"But I'm your sap."