Prompt: Sick Pt. 2(Aka me trying to make up for the monstrosity that was last chapter)

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When Simon awoke, he was lying in bed with a sore throat, a pounding head, and pretty much everything else that comes with being sick. Last he remembered he was on the couch with Bram, now they were both in the bedroom, and Bram was asleep next to him. He grabbed his phone to check the time.

7:35AM

Shit! He thought to himself. He had a test at 8:00. He all but leapt out of bed, which he immediately knew was a bad idea because of how dizzy he felt directly afterwards, and fell back into a seated position. The sudden movement was enough to wake Bram.

"Simon, What're you doing up?" Bram asked, his voice thick with sleep.

"I have to go take a shower and get ready for class."

Bram reached over and felt Simon's forehead. "You're not going anywhere today, babe. You're burning up."

"I have a test today." Simon protested, slowly bringing himself to his feet.

"I'll email the teacher later and ask if you can push your test back until you're feeling better." Bram promised, grabbing his boyfriend by the arm. "Please?"

"Fine" Simon gave in as he crawled back into bed and leaned heavily on Bram. "But you can't leave today either, I don't want to be alone."

"Sweetheart, you say that as if there's anywhere else I'd rather be."

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When Simon awoke for the second time, sunlight was streaming in from the cracked blinds, and Bram was no longer next to him. He would have stayed in bed if Bram had been there too, but he wanted nothing more than to have his tall, lean body up against his own.

Shivering, Simon walked into the kitchen where Bram was making breakfast. He pulled up a chair to the kitchen island, sneezed twice into a tissue, folded his arms and rested his head on top of them. "I don't feel good." He croaked out miserably.

Bram turned away from what he was doing and walked towards where Simon was sitting. "Poor thing." Bram remarked sympathetically as moved his hand in circles on his boyfriend's back. "Do you feel like you can eat something?"

"Not really." Simon said as Bram lifted his head up to feel his forehead.

"You still feel really warm. Is it ok if I take your temperature?" Bram asked. Simon shrugged indicating that he really couldn't care less. Bram took the thermometer from the coffee table where he had left it yesterday and put it in Simon's mouth. Simon put his chin back down on his crossed arms and looked up at Bram, he looked incredibly adorable, and Bram may have laughed if he wasn't aware of how truly awful he felt.

"102.6," Bram said when the thermometer finally beeped. He stroked Simon's cheek with his hand. "Are you feeling any better than you were yesterday?"

"Not really. Actually, not at all. I still feel like crap." Simon admitted.

"I'm sorry babe," Bram said, stroking his cheek. "Will you take some medicine?"

"I really don't want to." Simon said, almost begging.

"Please? It'll make you feel a lot better and then we can go watch Harry Potter or something. Please, for me?" Bram persuaded.

"Ok, fine." Simon answered, as if he had a choice. He took the glass of water and the two pills Bram was handing him and swallowed them.

"Ok, I'll help you to the couch, and then you pick a movie, sound good?" Bram lead Simon to the couch, walked away, and came back moments later with a box of tissues, cough drops, and a small waste basket just incase. He sat down next to Simon and Simon curled up towards him and rested his head on Brams shoulder.

Bram didn't care what meeting he had to cancel with whom, this was worth it.

Even if the next few days they were both sick and trying not to die together on the couch while Abby and Leah took care of them, it was worth it.

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Ok, so I tried to redeem myself, but this also sucked. I'm going to post it anyway because I don't want to leave you with nothing, but I'm convinced that I couldn't write a good sickfic to save my life. So yeah, look out for the next chapter, and have a good day and all that jazz - Adri

P.S. - As you can probably tell, I'm really bad at thinking of prompts by myself, so please please please please pleeeeaase (!!!!) send me some prompts.