Prompt: mulder is sick so Scully doctors him, but because she likes kissing him so much, she gets sick too
He wakes up at 4:03am Thursday morning with a pounding headache. His throat feeling like razor blades every time he swallows, unable to breathe out of his nose.
He’s too hot, he tosses the covers off himself. He’s too cold, he throws it back over himself. Too hot, too cold, with no in between.
He hates having the flu. He hates being sick.
He wants to wake up Scully, he wants her to comfort him, tell him he isn’t going to die (he’s going to die) she’ll tell him it’s only the flu, stop being a baby (she has never once said that to him) He toughs it out. Drags a fan closer and turns it on, the cold breeze welcome as he snuggles beneath the covers. Scully makes a sound beside him, rolls over. Maybe he can sleep it off.
He does not sleep it off.
When their alarm goes off at 6:30am he is so much worse than he left two hours prior.
Scully presses her hand to his forehead and frowns. “Mulder, you’re burning up. You should have woke me.”
Mulder shakes his head, sitting up and immediately regretting it as the pain in his head sends nausea running straight through him, the earth seeming to tilt on its axis. “I’m okay,” he says though his croaky voice and sniffles say otherwise. “Let’s get to work.”
Scully kneels up behind him, bringing her towards his body. He sinks into her. This is what he wants; not bright overhead lights that will hurt his head, and having to think and use a brain that feels like it’ll implode any second. He wants Scully’s soft body, her soothing hands running up and down the length of his arm. He wants to be babied and taken care of.
“Don’t make me go to work please,” he grumbles at her as if she made the suggestion. Scully chuckles, kissing the skin where his neck meets his shoulders even though he must feel like he’s on fire.
Maybe he is on fire.
“I won’t,” she says with a smile. “We can stay home.”
Maybe he didn’t hear right.
“We? But you’re not sick, Scully. Don’t miss a day on my behalf, I’ll be okay.” He will definitely not be okay. Please stay home, Scully. Please, please, please.
“It’ll be boring without you. Besides,” she crawls off the bed and stands before him. “Maybe I like taking care of you.”
His eyes had closed and now he opens them. She’s yet to open the curtain or turn on any lights. The fan is still blowing air at him and he shivers but for the most part, he’s feeling okay right now. “Really?” He asks like isn’t the best thing he’s heard all year.
She laughs again. “Yes. You’re one of the easiest patients, I’m actually surprised.”
Easy, huh? That’s not a word usually associated with him. “That’s because I like you,” he mutters, half delirious. He feels her press her lips to his, just lightly and he melts into it. “Careful Scully,” he says when she pulls away. “I’ll make you sick.”
She shrugs. “I don’t mind.” She takes his hands, pulling him up. He doesn’t want to go. “Come on, you’ve got a date with the couch.”
“With you?” Because he will not move if he has to go without Scully.
“Yes, with me too. But first I wanna make you a drink and check your temperature.”
He sighs. Maybe he likes being sick after all.
“I love it when you doctor me, Scully.”
She kisses him again.
“Who knows? Maybe I’ll let you look after me when I’m sick.”
Mulder pouts. “No, you are decidedly not an easy patient. The worst actually. You never let me look after you. So stop kissing me so I don’t have to.”
“You want me to stop kissing you?” Her mouth his millimetres away from his.
“Absolutely not,” and pulls her in against to kiss her until it becomes too much he needs to breathe.