"Allergies should not make you that fucking dizzy and sick to your stomachā"
"Just because it's possible doesn't mean it's normal!"
Honey grumbled a long sigh, "Babe. I'm fine. It's just seasonal allergies kicking my ass, okay? Pretty sure those trees that're in around the parking lot bloomed again."
"Okay, sure, I don't doubt that those Jacarandas are doing nothing good for that but I'm serious here, honey," Guy stood there, looking at his clearly not-okay partner laying down.
They'd been complaining about a headache for the past few days. He's been seeing them stumbling a bit over themself, having to use counters and walls to keep themself upright. They've been feeling cold ā and for them to feel cold, he knew something was wrong.
And they weren't admitting to it.
"You're not exactly the judge of that."
Guy scoffed, "And you are? Honey. Look at yourself. You look paleā You can barely focus your eyes!"
"Just a bit dizzy, that's all."
He went to say something, stopped himself with a hand out, and shook his head. "Okay- okay. Sure. Whatever you say."
But he was still going to keep insisting. Whether they liked it or not.
The next day, a Monday, Guy was just about to go in for his shift when his phone dinged with a text message. His brows scrunched up as soon as he saw who it was.
Honey Baby Darling š: Hey um
Can you come pick me up...
I've been nearly throwing up ever since I got here...
Guy sighed aloud, he tried to tell them.
Yeah, gimme a sec to call my boss and tell them that I can't go in today. Pretty sure they're used to my bullshit anyway so I doubt they're gonna be mad
The little three dots popped up, dropped down, then showed up again before their response.
Honey Baby Darling š:One of my coworkers and her husband said they'd get back to our place
She said she owed me anyway for getting her a five for the vending machine when she forgot her wallet at home
Guy had already texted his boss I give the heads up, explaining that it was an emergency and couldn't make it in, and got the greenlight for it.
Give me five and I'll be there
He got a heart reaction to the message. Yeah... They really weren't feeling well.
He knew how to get to their work, it's just navigating the damn parking lot that's the issue. Too many dead ends for his standards, but... He managed to find a spot that was easy to get back out of.
He noticed their car on the way to the front door, he familiar bee stickers along the windows made it stand out from the rest. He found someone to ask where they were, and got guided to the break room to find his partner laying down yet again.
When they realized he was there, they lazily looked up, "Hey..."
"Hey," he knelt down to feel their forehead, "you sure you're not needing to go in somewhere and get this checked?"
"Positive. Like I saidā"
"Yeah, I know," he helped them up to hold them upright enough to get back to his car, "allergies..."
The car ride home was quiet, way quieter than usual.
On the way back, he stopped somewhere to get them a slushie. Something cold and easy on the stomach, and something to actually get something in them before they keeled over.
Getting home, they ended up getting a long nap. After it, they acted like they were feeling much better...
But he still didn't fully believe it.
Guy was able to catch up on what he missed the day before and give the details about it. Even a couple of his coworkers recommended him to get them to at least urgent care to see if something was up. Just to be sure. But he kept saying that they refused.
"Just be sure it isn't something serious," one said.
"Sounds to me like the flu or a cold."
Guy shook his head, shrugging with a sigh, "I dunno... I keep trying to get them to go somewhere but they just say they're fine."
"Are they known to try and do everything on their own?" The first one asked.
Guy made a so-so gesture, "Yeah, they're known for that."
"That's why," the second one plainly stated. "It's some sort of response. If they were never believed growing up or never able to ask for help, they'll continue to refuse help. It's a bad cycle."
"Yeah, but how do I go about getting them to stop that..."
When he got home after his shift, they looked rather normal. They were talking fine, actually eating... The only difference was them messing with their ears.
When he tried to ask about it, all they said was that they tried to lay down with their headphones on and regretted it.
He didn't believe that either.
Wednesday was the kicker.
He had the day off, thankfully, though they had an early shift. They didn't have much for breakfast, only worrying him again.
He knew about what time they left and what time it'd be when they'd get there. He knew their schedule pretty well by now.
He went to get a quick shower, not hearing his phone ringing while he was in there with his little radio set up to listen to music.
When he came back, he noticed two missed calls.
He fumbled on trying to get to his voicemail, finally getting to it... And hearing them in tears asking to be picked up again. They could hardly speak to explain themself, the message cutting short from the time limit.
He had never over that fast in his life, he's pretty sure he's got two different kinds of socks on and nearly out his jeans on backwards, as he sped through getting dressed and finding his car to get to them.
Nearly running a few red lights, definitely ran a few stop signs, he didn't care in the slightest. He'd pay the god damn ticket.
He didn't really even care if he was in a parking spot or not once he got there, trying to find somebody to ask where the fuck his partner was.
The one he found ended up being their boss. As she led him back to the break room, she explained what happened and how they ended up calling.
They had gotten to work completely sick to their stomach. They were slamming into every wall, bumping into everything, until they got to their desk... And when they tried to stand ā in their words ā felt like they hit their head on something and slipped back down. They managed to get up to find somewhere to call home got his voicemail, tried again, then went to find and ask if they could lay down for a bit.
Finally seeing them made his heart sink.
They were laying there, face screwed up in pain, shaking.
He was not about to say anything about karma, not when they looked like that.
"The first aid we have, we got their temperature... Not quite a hundredā"
"They run cooler than a lot of people," he interjected as he knelt down next to them, feeling their forehead.
They felt the touch and looked up at him. A tired laugh wheezed out, "Deja vu, huh?"
"No talking," he gently got them to stand, "just... Hold into me, okay?"
They did as they were told, for the most part. They weren't completely stable as they walked, mostly leaning up against him. Their coworker knew to get their car home again, based on the thumbs up Guy got as he passed by.
He was able to get them to his car without incident, getting them all buckled in, as he took a direct route to an urgent care center. They did mumble some sort of protesting noise, but ultimately had no power in the decision.
Thankfully, the place was able to take the walk-in, and once he explained all of their symptoms, he was told they'd be back as soon as possible.
The waiting area was a little bare, which to him, was a good thing because it meant not many people were sick or hurt. They laid their head against his shoulder, his arm around their waist to run soothingly over their side.
Before he knew it, there was a nurse calling his and their name to go back. They could hardly get up into that little table without swaying. He ended up being the one to say most of it, their words weren't really working.
The nurse noted everything down, and took a few vitals, and told him that a doctor would be back soon.
He sat in one of the chairs, making a face at how uncomfortable the thing was.
"Try being on this thing," he heard the mumble, looking up to see them moderately better looking but still not up to par.
"What, you want me up there?" He asked to try and lighten the mood. "I don't think they'd let me, honey."
They blew a lazy raspberry, "Boo... Boring..."
"I know, I know... Hopefully this won't take long, then you can lay down again."
A minute after he said that, a doctor came in and greeted the two... A student doctor following behind.
"Great," Honey huffed as they muttered, "I'm a guinea pig now..."
"So," the doctor clamped her hands together, "what seems to be the issue?" She asked, looking at Honey for the answer, and they looked over at Guy.
"They... Can't really talk for that long," he began with, scooting up a bit closer in the chair. "They've been having headaches for the past week, sick to their stomach, fever... Keep messing with their ears too."
The doctor hummed as she got a couple of things to start examining. Eyes were fine, throat and mouth was fine, reflexes were working properly, lungs and heart sounded decent...
But when the doctor looked into their left ear, that's when she suddenly goes, "Huh..."
And Guy, nor Honey, liked the sound of that.
It was worse when the doctor ushered the student to look at it too, Honey feeling their face burn and not from the fever.
After the two kept checking their ear, the doctor spoke up again. "That is... one of the worst ear infections I've seen in a whileā maybe entirely. And I've been at this for quite a few years." She hesitated before adding, "If you waited even just a few days, there would have been hearing damage."
That's so fucking comforting.
Guy stumbled over his words, "Soā whaā that's been what's been up? An ear infection?"
The doctor hummed, "It can mess with a lot since it's connected to a lot. It explained the headaches, the mock allergies, the ear problems, and the vertigo. I'm sending in a prescription for you to pick up once you're out of here, an antibiotic to reduce the inflammation. It's not a permanent fix, but it'll help dramatically. Just be sure to keep good care of your ears to prevent a flareup."
Honey was mumbling something about feeling violated as Guy got the prescription referral and headed out after. Once he got to the pharmacy, got the prescription, and a few things to cheer them up, he headed back home to get them to lay down. By the time he pulled into his usual spot, he noticed their car back, their coworker must've gotten it while they were on break or something.
He had to convince them to take a dose of the antibiotic, and to lay down, but the laying down part seemed to get them to do something.
"That damn pill tasted like molded chalk," they muttered once they were in bed and laying down.
"I know, baby, I know," he refilled their water and set it in their nightstand, "but it's gonna help, okay? You're gonna have to take it to feel better."
"I'm not a kid, y'know. I know all this shit."
"I know you're not and I know you do," he leaned over to kiss their forehead. "Just let me take care of your booboo ear in peace without an audience."
"Says the one that's always consulting said proverbial audience."
"Hey!" He couldn't exactly argue. "There's things they don't need to see or hear, okay? No Livestream today."
They lazily hummed a sound, yawning as they got snuggled up. He was about to leave the room when their arm held out from under the covers, their eyes pleading him.
He couldn't deny them that... Not when they don't feel good and definitely not when they're looking at him so cutely...
He came back over to get under the covers with them, hugging them from behind and pressing a kiss to their shoulder.
He went to tease them about needing the cuddles... And noticed the fact they were already asleep.
The best medicine of all.
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