deservingporcupine said:Snowbaz? one of them gets sick? I’m talking like the flu or something, no need for hardcore angst here
Baz rarely was ill. But when he was, he was very ill. He also didn’t particularly like people taking care of him. He could take care of himself. No one needed to see him while his mind was too sluggish for a witty comeback. So that’s why he was curled up in his bed under a mountain of blankets, sweating out a fever.
“Baz?” a muffled voice called through the blanket mound.
“Go away!” he called out as nastily as he could muster.
“You sound like a sad kitten.”
“I am absolutely not a kitten, and certainly not a sad one at that, Snow.”
“You are usually an angry kitten,” Simon mused. “Though maybe a beta fish fighting his reflection is also apt.”
“Did you want something besides making infuriating comparisons?”
“Errr, yes, actually.”
“Well, get on with it then.”
“Not until you come out from under there.”
“I most certainly will not.”
“Then I will keep annoying you.”
Baz threw the blankets off his head, certain Snow would follow through on his threat.
Simon kissed him on the forehead and handed him a thermos. “I am now. Feel better you grumpy hedgehog.” And with that, simply left the room.
“Am I having fever dreams?” Baz wondered as he cuddled back down with the delicious smelling soup.