Okay, so, Midgardian-Hero is sick with a cold. So I whipped up this morsel-ish fic after I said me and Bill Hazledine would take care of her, and she died over the idea of Nurse Bill and said she’d have to write a fluff piece.
Well, I got there first. Because sickies shouldn’t have to write their own stories.
I suppose this could also cover the morsel prompt of Tom taking care of his lady when she’s sick? Yes. Good. I’ll go with that.
Enjoy. I died of adorableness.
“Darling, it’ll be okay. You’ll be fine, I promise. I’m going to take care of you.”
You laugh weakly, which immediately dissolves into a minor coughing fit. “I'mb fine, Bill-” you manage to choke out. “I’m ndot - ack - I’m dot dyig. You can’t biss out on your holidays because of be.”
Bill’s darling blue eyes watch you apprehensively for a moment, and then his mouth settles into a determined line. “No.” He stands up from his seat on the arm of the couch and places his hands on his hips - looking oddly like Peter Pan, you think giddily - before declaring, “I’m going to take care of you.”