Decided to write a lil something something requested by @nametakensff - please enjoy some Rockstar AU Steddie with kink!Steve and sick!Eddie
Eddie is still exploring the link and figuring out how he vibes with it all
AS PER USUAL - MINORS DNI - NSFW
“ii’TCH! G’tsh! … H’eKTshiew!”
“Bless you!”
Eddie sniffled thickly against his wrist and brushed the loose strands out hair out of his face. He was sitting on one of the barstools in his apartment playing some chords on his guitar.
“Take a break Eds! You’re gonna get your guitar all germy.” Steve called from the sofa in the living room.
The open layout of the rocker’s apartment made for easy conversation - the downside being that there was no hiding his sneezes especially not from Steve.
“I can’t get it germy, Steven, because I’m not sick.”
The retort came out practically as a rasp, the older man clearing his throat and then coughing.
Steve rolled his eyes at his boyfriend as Eddie twisted the cap off his water bottle and took a few sips.
“You know you don’t have to do that.”
“Do what?” Eddie took the hair tie off his wrist and started tying his curls up into a loose bun.
“Denying the sickness. We’re not on tour anymore, you have literally no commitments. You’re allowed to rest Eddie.”
The man stood up from the stool, hanging his guitar back on the wall and then padding over to the sofa.
Quicker than ever, he twisted away, hovering a bent arm several inches away from his face.
“Eh’TSZziew! T’sSHuhew! i’KSHTzz!”
The (practically uncovered) sneezes sprayed the air in front of him. The balcony window backlighting the spray in a show for Steve.
Eddie snapped back up, turning towards Steve, “whew! Sorry. That was gro-”
Steve had crossed his legs on the couch and flushed in the face. Eddie raised an eyebrow and cheekily put his hands on his hips.
“Color m’be impressed! Even that???”
Steve closed his eyes and nodded, slightly embarrassed to be put on the spot. Eddie’s known about the kink for months now. Eddie has been experimenting with it every now and then - indulging Steve while feeling things out for himself.
Feeling mischievous (and admittedly horny), Eddie flopped face forward onto the couch, resting his head in Steve’s lap. He rubbed the damp tip of his nose into the hip of Steve’s sweatpants.
“I n’deed a tissue.”
Steve looked and saw the box all the way across the room where Eddie was playing guitar earlier.
“I can get them for you, just let me get up…”
“No.” Eddie whined. “Stay.”
He looked up at Steve and winked. Steve, now catching on, made an offer Eddie couldn’t resist.
“Do you wanna… you can use my pants for now.”
Eddie nodded and helped Steve out of the sweatpants, his erect member springing to freedom in his boxers.
“Awwww, for me?” Eddie teased, playfully flicking it and grinning devilishly.
Steve nodded again, rubbing Eddie’s arm that was propping him up.
“Can you help me with a tickle?” Eddie asked, guiding Steve’s hand to the bridge of his nose. “Right here.”
Steve bit his lip and traced the bridge with a slight pressure, gently rolling the tip of Eddie’s nose before moving back up.
His boyfriend’s nostrils flickered, pressing against Steve’s fingertips.
“HAESSH! G’tchIEW! .. h-hh- H’iiTSCH!”
Eddie crumpled forward, sneezing directly onto the tall bulge emerging in Steve’s boxers, spraying it each time.
“Ugh fuck!” Steve moaned, his cock twitching in the familiar rhythm that meant Eddie had done his job.
The rocker looked at the stain on Steve’s underwear and then looked up at him and smirked.
“what does it take to get Eddie Munson to cancel a DnD game? Is it looking after Steve? Is he sick himself? How bad must it get before he throws in the towel”
this was a prompt that i quite liked so here we go. also PLEASE send me your ideas for eddie i love writing him lots
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“Get out of my way,” Eddie says with a sniffle.
Steve shakes his head.
“Harrington-”
“Eddie, look at yourself. You can’t go to D&D tonight,” Steve argues.
Eddie ruffles his hair with one hand. He’s trying not to get mad at his boyfriend.
So, yeah. Eddie might have a little bit of a cold. He thinks Steve is exaggerating the fuck out of it and it’s pissing him off.
“You made me late last week, I’m not ditching my people this week because I have the sniffles, okay, Steve?” Eddie snaps a little.
“You have a fever-”
“That thermometer is stupid as fuck!” Eddie cuts Steve off. “You probably did it wrong, anyway.”
Steve scoffs, “What, you want me to shove it up your ass to get a better reading? Stop being ridiculous.”
“I’ll let you shove anything up my ass after D&D, okay?”
“You’re fucking impossible, you know that?”
Eddie coughs and then says with a raspy voice, “That’s why you love me!”
Steve rolls his eyes.
They’re out the door four minutes later. Eddie compromised and is letting Steve drive this week.
They’ve been in the car for seven minutes and Eddie’s on his third mini-fit of sneezes.
“Bless you. What’s that, the sixteenth one since we got in the car?”
Eddie glares at Steve. “Fuck off. Stop counting.”
He tries to pout more but it doesn’t work as his nose starts tickling again.
“We going for seventeen, eighteen and nineteen?”
Eddie can’t speak through his hitching breaths so all he does is raise his middle finger at Steve. He uses his other arm to catch his sneezes.
“Hh’ixxht-ixht’uh! ihnxst! ihhiNGgxst’chiew!”
“Well goddamn, you threw an extra one in there for me,” Steve jokes.
Eddie continues pouting.
He sneezes three more times before they arrive at Mike’s house. Steve comments on them, too.
When Mrs. Wheeler opens the door Eddie’s turned into his elbow, coughing.
“Hello, boys!”
“Hi, Mrs. Wheeler,” the two say in unison.
She lets them inside and they take off their shoes before heading down to the basement. Eddie always gets there early to help set up and get his head into the game. Will is usually there helping Mike, too.
“Hello there, young ones,” Eddie announces their presence.
Will and Mike both look at Eddie and they look a bit concerned.
“You sound like shit,” Mike says.
Eddie clenches his jaw, trying not to be a bitch.
“Yeah, well, shit happens, Wheeler. What can we do?”
That puts it to rest for a little while. Well, they all ignore the few sneezes that come out of Eddie and a cough or two that tear at his throat.
But then Dustin arrives. And of course he walks in as Eddie’s sneezing.
“H’exsstch! ehhmp’tshh-mnxgst’chieew!”
“Bless you,” Dustin says.
It catches Eddie off guard and he snaps his head around to look at Dustin, who squints his eyes at Eddie’s figure.
“Are you okay, Eddie?”
Eddie nods. “Yeah, Henderson. C’mon, help us get set up here.”
Dustin cocks an eyebrow. “If you’re okay then why do you sound like that.”
“I don’t sound like anything other than myself. Let’s cut the shit so we can get started on time.”
“You sound like you have a frog in your throat. Am I the only one hearing this?” Dustin looks around.
Steve shakes his head. “No, you are not.”
“Steve, I told you to hop off my dick, okay?”
It’s quiet for a moment.
Dustin tries again, “You’re sure you’re okay?”
“Yes!” Eddie strains his voice and has to clear his throat before continuing, “Yes, I’m sure.”
No one believes him.
They finally get started a short while later and within that time they’ve all become worried about Eddie. He seems to be getting sicker and sicker as the minutes tick by.
It’s as a random tickle sprouts in Steve’s nose that he gets an idea. He lets the tickle take him over and he sneezes twice into his sleeve.
Everyone mumbles a “bless you” to him and then they continue.
Steve makes sure to sniffle loudly.
“I’m heading to the bathroom,” he announces, not that anyone really cares, as Steve just sits and watches from the side so he can support his boyfriend and offer the kids a ride home once they’re done.
Steve goes upstairs and knocks on Nancy’s door quickly. She answers.
“Steve? What’s going on?” She asks.
Steve just gets right out with it, “Do you remember that one perfume that I was wildly allergic to when we were dating? I need to borrow it.”
Nancy looks terribly confused.
“I know, I know, it doesn’t make sense. I just need to borrow it. Eddie’s sick and he won’t go home and I think he’ll only leave if he thinks I’m sick, too.”
Nancy nods. “Okay, give me a second.”
Steve taps his foot while he waits. Nancy brings him the perfume and he sprays a small amount on each of his wrists. It makes him sneeze as he applies it. Nancy blesses him.
“Thanks,” Steve sniffles. “I’ll see you later.”
He bolts back downstairs. As he walks down, he rubs his nose against his thumb, making sure his nose gets close to where he sprayed the perfume.
He sneezes, announcing his return.
Eddie’s head pops up. “Bless you,” his voice is more prominent than the others’.
Steve sniffles thickly. “Thanks.”
“What took you so long?” Dustin asks.
Only this kid would ask.
Thankfully, Steve was hoping he’d ask. He says, “Had to blow my nose.”
His words come out as casually as possible and he can tell that Eddie’s already thinking.
Unfortunately, Eddie gets distracted by the game and his own nose again. Eddie sneezes seven more times by the time Steve coaxes out two more doubles.
Still, Steve can tell that Eddie is getting worried.
At one point, the scent hits Steve so strongly he has to cough before he can get a sneeze out.
The group is in the middle of making a decision so Eddie takes a second to wander over to Steve.
“You feeling alright?” Eddie asks.
Steve shrugs. “Kinda started feeling a little shitty out of nowhere.”
Eddie frowns and rubs Steve’s arm.
Steve thinks Eddie’s going to say something, but he’s pulled back into the game before he can get a word out.
About fifteen minutes later, Eddie seems concerned with how much Steve has been sneezing and now coughing, despite the fact that Eddie has been both coughing and sneezing much more than Steve.
Another decision is being made and Eddie finds his way back to Steve.
“Hey, what’s going on?”
Steve says, “Not feeling too great, I guess. I’m pretty tired, too.”
Eddie’s brain starts weighing its options. Eddie does feel pretty shitty, so he supposes it wouldn’t be too terrible if he and Steve had to leave. Plus, he cares about Steve a lot and knows that Steve can get pretty sick pretty fast. Plus, he doesn’t want Steve to stick around here just for him when he’s feeling unwell.
“You think you can make it ‘til we finish up?” Eddie asks.
Steve just shrugs.
“Fuck,” Eddie murmurs. “Give me a couple more minutes, okay?”
Steve tries his hardest not to smile.
He pulls his wrist up to his nose a few more times, even sneezing at the same time as Eddie once, although Eddie’s first sneeze is followed by three more, then another pair comes a few moments later.
“You and Steve don’t seem like you’re doing too well,” Dustin says.
“Yeah, I was thinking the same, kid,” Eddie says. “Fuck. I think we’ve got to wrap up for this week. I should get Steve home.”
A few looks of amusement are exchanged, as it’s so evident that Eddie is much sicker than Steve appears.
“Okay, well...we’ll see you guys next week?” Steve looks around the room.
“Yeah, I’ll get my shit and then--ahhem--we’ll haul ass,” Eddie says.
They say their goodbyes and head out the door.
“I feel bad that you’re driving when you feel like shit,” Eddie says.
Steve laughs. “You’re insane, Munson. I might not feel great but I know for a fact that I’m feeling better than you are.”
Eddie keeps quiet, other than his sniffling.
As if Eddie feels like he has to be less restrained now that he’s not keeping up his appearance around the kids, he has a bit of an impressive sneezing fit throughout the car ride.
“Fuck, Eddie, I should’ve gotten you out of there a long time ago,” Steve says.
“Gotten me out of there?”
Steve nods.
“You’re not sick, are you?” Eddie asks.
Steve shakes his head.
“You fucker.” Eddie rolls his eyes. “I could’ve stayed longer, Steve, I-”
“No, you couldn’t have.”
That shuts Eddie up quickly.
“Hh’hinxtsh’iuh! nxxgt’stuh! hih! hhixht’shieew!”
“Bless you. I’m taking you to my place. You need to take a good shower and I need to cuddle you to death,” Steve says.
“Fine,” Eddie says.
Steve asks, “Are you upset with me?”
Eddie sighs, “No.”
Here comes the trickier question. “Are you upset with yourself?”
Eddie is quiet for a moment before he nods. “Yeah, I guess.”
“You know you shouldn’t have to feel like that, Eddie,” Steve says. “Those kids look up to you, and I’m sure seeing you sick like this had them worried. They’re not going to be disappointed in you, they just want to know you’re okay.”
Eddie nods.
Steve doesn’t like how silent Eddie’s being. Luckily, he pulls into his driveway a minute later. He takes Eddie by the chin and makes him look in his eyes.
“We all just want you to feel better,” Steve says.
Eddie turns away to cough, but then says, “I know. I know.”
“Good.” Steve kisses Eddie’s head.
“Fuck, I’m exhausted,” Eddie admits.
Steve helps Eddie get his stuff out of the car and puts his arm around the sick boy as they walk into Steve’s empty home.
They shower together quickly, Eddie not really having the energy to stand under the warm water for too long.
Eddie sneezes down toward the shower floor while they’re in there, not having the energy to cover, either. Steve rubs his back and washes his hair for him.
Once they’re out of the shower, Steve changes quickly and lays out clothes for Eddie to wear. He goes downstairs to lock up the house and by the time he comes back, Eddie’s passed out in his bed, snoring quietly.
Steve prompt!!! Eddie is playing guitar and Steve is folding the laundry, while he’s fighting off a cold. It’s not too bad yet, but it’s annoying and it’s got him feeling sniffly and worn out.
Thanks Anon!! Here’s a lil drabble set in my streamer AU
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It’s a quiet Sunday morning at the apartment. Saturdays were usually spent hanging out with friends, streaming/filming collabs, or doing conventions depending on the time of year.
Sundays have almost always been left for chores and a reset. Tidying up the apartment, doing excess dishes, any outstanding projects, and of course - laundry.
Eddie deep cleaned the kitchen and the bathroom earlier and was now taking a break, resting against the headboard of the shared bed - nothing but the rhythmic plucking of strings filling the silence.
The rhythmic plucking of strings… and Steve’s incessant sniffling. Eddie had spent the better part of this week watching his partner trying and failing to fight off a cold. It had finally taken up residence in Steve’s sinuses and left him more sniffly than he would prefer.
“Steve why don’t you take a break? I can fold that later.”
“N’do snff you already did the bathroom and SNF the kitchen’d.”
“Yeah but you’re sick and-”
“HAESSSSH! eh’KTCHiew!!”
“-you keep doing that…” Eddie mumbled. “Steve you’re sneezing all over the clean laundry!”
“I’b sorry. S’just so tickly… hhh HIH!”
Seeing his breath start to catch, Eddie picked a shirt up out of the laundry pile and threw it in Steve’s face. His boyfriend only just managed to press his face into it before the eruption came.
“G’SHiew! Hhh H’mfTSH!!”
Eddie grimaced as a watery noseblow escaped Steve. The younger man peered into the shirt and made a face of disgust, grabbing the rest of the laundry off the bed.
Nurse Steve coming to work all sniffly and tired and chugging orange juice all day in an attempt to chase away the cold he’s on the edge of coming down with. Then the next day he comes in and looks completely wrecked and robin or Eddie goes “I take it the orange juice didn’t work” and Steve just responds with a desperate sneeze
Hi Anon! Love me some clueless nurse Steve. Hope you enjoy this lil drabble 🫶🏻
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It’s nearing the end of the day when Steve sinks down into his chair and lets his head drop into his hands.
“Long day?” Robin asks, raising an eyebrow as she drops another chart in front of Steve.
“Not another one…” he groans, coughing softly, “My head is killing me.”
“Why don’t you take a sick day tomorrow? We can always call Chrissy to fill in.” Nancy offers.
Steve is mid sip of orange juice as he waves her off. He swallows quickly, “not sick. Can’t be. I’ve been drinking these.”
He held up a half-full bottle of orange juice, identical to the several empties that had piled up on his desk throughout the day.
“Not sure if it works that way, Stevie. OJ can’t cure a cold you already have.” Eddie clapped a hand on his boyfriend’s shoulder, entering the room and hanging Robin a chart ready for discharge.
“I don’t have a- never mind…” Steve mumbled under his breath.
Eddie could see from miles away that the younger man was coming down with something. He’d been sniffly and more subdued for the past few days - some telltale signs he wasn’t feeling great.
Steve, on the other hand, vehemently denied any sort of illness - the denial more for convincing himself than others. He’d been sneaking away to blow his nose and chug orange juice for days.
Nancy and Robin took his denial with a grain of salt, usually trusting Eddie’s instinct, and went about their day.
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It wasn’t until the next day that Steve couldn’t hide it anymore. He woke up with a sinus headache and an aggressive tickle in both his nose and throat. He leaned against the kitchen counter, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“AETSCHhh!”
“Bless you!” Eddie walked in, hair damp from his shower. “How are you feeling?”
“Like m’by body betrayed m’be…” Steve rolled his eyes before blowing his nose. “Let’s just get the day over and done with.”
The pair headed to the clinic, arriving right on time. Eddie was walking in front of Steve as they entered the building. He made a face at Robin as he passed, ever so subtly nodding towards Steve who followed behind him.
He had a jacket on over his scrubs and rubbed at his already pink nose, battling with an oncoming sneeze.
“I take it your orange juice didn’t work?” Robin quirks an eyebrow at her friend right as he inhales sharply.
“HAESSSHumPF!”
He coughs into the elbow that shielded his sneeze and looked unamusedly at Robin.
Wayne gets the flu, followed very shortly by Eddie. Steve has been coming over to keep them company until he gets sick too.
Word Count: 1.6k | Canon - set in 1986
Eddie would be the first person to tell you that Wayne Munson is always on his feet working on something or helping someone. Eddie will ALSO be the first one to worry should there come a day that Wayne isn’t up and about, covered in oil or dirt.
The 21 year old shut off the kitchen sink with his forearm, tossing the towel over the shoulder of his Hellfire shirt as he carried in a plate of toast, black coffee, and some Asprin with both hands.
“How you feeling, old man?”
He phrased the question as a casual tease, but deep down, he was really worried.
“I’ll tell ya Ed,” he coughed chestily, “I haven’t had a flu this bad since 1963.”
Eddie frowned, setting the food down on the side table.
He’d noticed his uncle seemed more tired than usual since the beginning of the week - chalked it up to long hours and not enough sleep. But now Wayne was laid up on the pullout and had called out of work for the second day in a row after having been sent home early two days ago.
“That’s no good. I’m sorry.”
Wayne coughed again, “What’s no good is you spending all your time looking after me. I can take care of myself.”
There was no heat behind the words, if anything, it was sympathy.
“I know you can.” Eddie started, “But I’m here to take care of you so you’re stuck with me!”
He faked an evil laugh, and retreated to the small table by the phone. His DND binder was out and he was planning for the next campaign.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
A few hours had passed and Wayne was snoring on the pullout. The campaign was sort of coming together, but after awhile, Eddie’s brain got foggy and it was hard to think of new ways to advance the plot.
There was a light knock at the door. Someone who wanted to let their presence known but also didn’t want to disturb. Steve. He’s been coming over the past day or two to keep Eddie company and help with the campaign brainstorming.
Eddie stood up, having to pause for a moment to stabilize himself. He answered the door while rubbing at his eyes.
“Hey- are you okay?” Steve asked, voice hushed.
“Yeah, just… got up too fast.” Eddie groaned, sniffling. “Come in.”
The younger man followed his partner inside the trailer, taking note of Wayne sleeping in the living room. “Came by to see if you needed help with your campaign.”
Eddie waved a hand dismissively in the air. “Started working on it but wasn’t feeling it right now. Thanks for coming.” He smiled, kissing Steve on the lips.
The pair made their way to the metalhead’s room where Steve perched on the edge of Eddie’s bed.
“So how’s Wayne?”
“Ehh, he hasn’t gotten any worse but it’s super weird to see him down for this long.” Eddie pinched the bridge of his nose, “I mean you know him. He’s usually so…? Active n shit.. hhh H’xCHT! G’tSCH! N’xxT!”
Eddie rocked forward with each stifle, trying not to wake his uncle in the next room.
“Bless you!” Steve exclaimed.
“Ngh. Thanks.” The older man sniffled wetly against the back of his hand, a barely noticeable shiver rattling through his body. “S’cold.”
Eddie opened his small closet and grabbed a black hoodie, pulling it over his head. The newly developed tickle in his nose was not going away.
He grabbed the collar of the sweatshirt with both hands and ducked down inside, trying to muffle the sound. “Ptssch! M’ptCHh! … h’kTSCHiew!”
When he looked back up, Steve was now standing in front of him, looking concerned.
Steve gently reached a hand up, resting it on his boyfriends forehead behind the bangs. “You don’t sound too hot, Eds, are you catching this flu?”
Eddie sniffled helplessly into the sleeve of his jacket, “N’do.”
Steve cocked his head and raised a questioning eyebrow.
“Yes??” Eddie asked, looking at Steve for the verdict.
Feeling the warmth radiating off of his partner, Steve nodded, frowning.
“Fuck. I thought I was just tired.” Eddie scrubbed at his face.
“Let’s go take a nap then babe.” Steve’s voice was so soft and tempting.
“That’s so boring for you though. You can go home, I’d understand.”
“And leave you and Wayne here sick? No chance. I’ll just put something on the tv with the volume real low.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m positive.”
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Steve is relaxing on the couch with the living room tv on a super low volume. His arm is around Eddie, who has curled into the smallest ball on Steve’s lap with a blanket over him and a box of tissues tucked under his arm.
It’s probably about 4pm when Wayne blinks himself awake, groaning slightly as he props himself up on the pullout.
“Hey Mr.Munson.” Steve waves from the couch.
“You can call me Wayne, kiddo. What’re you watching?”
Steve grins, “Ferris Bueller. Wanna join?”
“Sure.”
Wayne sits all the way up and sips at his glass of water from the table when he really notices Eddie. His nephew’s lips are slightly parted, a familiar congested snore escaping them. He takes note of the tissue box under his arm and the fever flush dusted across his cheeks.
“Aw crap.” He sighs, feeling guilty. “Eddie too?”
Steve nods, “He went down pretty quick. How are you feeling?”
The eldest Munson shrugs, “Been better. Been worse. I feel like I should get him to bed.”
Wayne nods towards Eddie, uncle instincts kicking in. “I’m sure he’s like a personal heater over there.”
Steve chuckles and nods. His boyfriend is absolutely throwing off heat waves right now.
The brunette rubs his partner’s arm and leans down to speak softly. “Hey buddy, let’s get you into your own bed, hmm?”
Eddie shifted slightly, letting out a small groan that turned into a cough.
“Come on son, if you go lay down I’ll make you some jello water.” Wayne stood up and was now hovering over his nephew, trying to encourage some movement.
Eddie opened his eyes, only half there, slowly getting up with the blanket still draped around him. Steve guided him down the short hallway to the bedroom where he flopped onto the bed and resumed his curled position.
“I’ll be back in a second.” Steve said softly before joining Wayne at the stovetop where he was boiling some water.
“When Eddie was little,” Wayne started as he stirred the water, “I’d make him jello water when he got sick. S’basically just jello that ain’t solid yet. Tastes like candy but keeps him hydrated. Told him it would make him feel better and I think he still believes it.”
Steve smiled as Wayne coughed into his shoulder before adding the jello pack and some cold water.
“So that’s the trick then, huh?” Steve laughed. “My parents used to just stick me in a cold shower and then send me out to school.”
The man tried to hide the sadness behind his eyes. “Well next time you’re sick I’ll make you some jello water too. And you can try some now as well!”
He spooned a little into two plastic cups that had probably been there since Eddie was a child.
Steve grabbed two to head into Eddie’s room, “Thanks Wayne.”
The man nodded, retreating back to the pullout. When Steve got to the bedroom, Eddie was sat up blowing his nose.
“H’etCHuhew!! snrkk” he tossed the practically soaked tissue to the side and grabbed a fresh one. “This is awful. Is that m’by jello water?”
“Yeah,” Steve handed a cup over and Eddie downed it, lying back down.
Steve drank his too and crawled under the covers, where Eddie immediately wrapped himself around Steve. He looked up at the younger man, “I love you. Thanks for staying with m’be even though we’re all gross.”
“Lucky for you, you’re still adorable.”
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Wayne awoke the next morning to the sound of some clamoring in the kitchen and some coughing.
He peeked over at the clock - 9:47am. Despite it being late in the morning, the trailer was dark and quiet - the sure fire way to tell that the Munsons were sick.
“Alright there Ed?” Wayne sat up, ready to go take care of whatever his nephew was doing. Upon looking though, he realized it wasn’t Eddie. “Steve?”
The 20 year old looked up, he was pale with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. Hair sticking up in every direction. He coughed again into his elbow.
“I’m sorry, I was getting some water. I didn’t mean to wake you.” He was clearly flustered.
“You okay bud? You seem out of it.” Wayne approached slowly.
“Yeah I’m fine. Umm I actually think I’m sick, I was gonna head home…”
“No no no,” now it was Steve’s turn to have his forehead felt, “You’re in no condition to drive. You’ll stay with us and I’ll take care of you boys. I’m feeling a little better today.”
“But…”
“No buts. You’re one of us. Get back in bed and I’ll make you both some jello water.”
Sicktember Day 11 - Beginners Guide to Faking Sick
Fandom: Stranger Things; Streamer AU
Summary: Eddie teaches you by way of vlog how to properly fake sick to get out of an event. Yes he uses chhinkni…
Word Count: 950
Eddie’s camera pointed towards where he was sitting at his gaming desk. He knew he had to film this quick while Steve was out buying groceries.
“What’s up guy! I’m back again and today we have to be quick while Steve’s out. There’s an event tomorrow that I really don’t want to go to… so I’m filming a little How To.”
He smirked to himself, “This is the beginners’ guide to faking sick.”
He removed the camera from the tripod and held it vlogging style as he paced around his room.
“A lot of people are gonna try and go for the fake chicken pox or stomach bug. It’s too complex!!! You want this shit to be two things. Believable and basic.”
“I used to try this stuff out as a kid, so I’ve basically perfected the act of faking sick. You can’t make it too medically scary or they’ll send ya to a doctor. We don’t want that. And it’s gotta be something you can keep up for a day or so. The trick is starting early so it’s not too suspicious.”
He set the camera down on one of the desk shelves as he used a key to open this small package on the desk.
“This stuff? This is supposedly going to be our miracle worker. It’s called chinky or cheeknee or something? Anyways it’s spelled like this.”
He holds the package of Chhinkni to the camera, his hand flat behind it so it’ll focus on the little vial inside the packaging.
“Supposed to make you sneeze I guess? Anyways - OOP!”
There was a thud of the front door closing before the muffled call came out, “Eddie I’m back! Can I get a hand with the groceries please?”
“He’s back! Gotta be fast…”
Eddie quickly unscrewed the cap of the vial and tapped some of the powder out onto the back of his hand.
“Here goes nothing.” He snorted it, making a face and scrunching his nose up, “Oooooh! That is something! Let’s see if it works.”
Still vlogging, he made his way out to the kitchen as if nothing had happened.
“Steve just got back from the store. Lemme set you guys down so I can help him with these grehhhh ugh.. SnF! Groceries… h’isssSHEW!! T’szuHEW! ii’KSHT!”
The older man pitched forward sneezing openly at the floor, away from Steve.
“Bless you! Cover those sneezes, Ed’s.” Steve winced, leaning slightly away as he unbagged the apples.
“Sorry, don’t know what’s going on. Been sneezing since you left…” Eddie lied.
He brought his left elbow up to his mouth, right arm holding it in place as he pitched forward again.
“G’tCHUhh! H’xxT! ….mpTSCH! hih.. EH’isshHiew!!”
Steve pressed a hand to Eddie’s forehead. “You feeling okay, bug? Those sound more… desperate than normal and it’s not allergy season…”
The older man sniffled wetly against the back of his hand, making Steve grimace. “My throat’s a little scratchy but I’m okay.”
Steve put a hand on the small of Eddie’s back and ushered him towards the couch. “You go chill while I unload these. If you are sick I don’t want your germs on my vegetables. Take your camera.”
Eddie faked a pout as he shuffled off to the sofa. “I got kicked out of the kitchen guys…”
*~*~*~
The next morning, Eddie is up early and sneaks off to the bathroom.
“Okay guys this is where the real acting comes in play.” He whispers. “I’m about to make myself look disheveled, but we’re also going to make use of a heating pad I borrowed from Robin and that chickeny stuff again.”
His hair is already messy from sleep, and he scrubs aggressively at his nose until it’s tinged slightly pink with irritation. He holds the heating pad up for the camera before pressing it to his face and the back of his neck for a while, fake coughing into his shirt to slightly muffle the sound.
He stashes the heating pad under the sink and snorts some more powder, grabbing some tissues for an extra pitiful look.
It doesn’t take long for the powder to start working, his inner nostrils absolutely buzzing with a tickle.
“H’etSHiew! ItssSH!! H’eSSHihew!”
He coughs loudly again until he hears Steve turn in the bed.
“Eddie? You okay?” The younger man’s voice is groggy with sleep.
“I’b okay Steve, go back to bed.. TSZIEW!”
Eddie turns off the camera and hides it before opening the door to head back towards the bed where Steve is sitting upright.
“You look awful.” Steve comments, pressing a hand once again to Eddie’s forehead, “and you’re really warm, Eds. I think you’re sick.”
“Hep’TsCh!” Eddie muffled a sneeze into his fistful of tissues. “Think you’re right.”
Steve frowns, “I’ll cancel brunch with my aunt then.”
“No no you don’t have to do that. I’m okay Steve, you should go.”
Steve hesitates, “Are you sure?”
Eddie nods and gives a weak smile. “I’m snff I’m sure.”
*~*~*~
While Steve is at brunch, Eddie is at his desk editing the video. He chuckles to himself at the ending shot of him vlog style waving to Steve as he leaves for the brunch alone. As soon as the door shuts, Eddie perks up and says, “THAT is how you fake sick.”
He posts the video after two hours of editing and goes back to the couch to the couch to scroll on his phone. When Steve comes back, he sees Eddie’s posted something.
“Pre-recorded video?” He asks the boyfriend on the couch.
“Something like that.”
As soon as Steve opens it and sees the title, he slaps his phone onto the table.
Summary: Doctor!Eddie gets super sick, but refuses to admit that doctors can get sick too. Eddie spends half the week grumpy and annoyed until he finally breaks in the most whumpy way.
CW: Flashback mentions of domestic abuse // gunshot wounds, minor mess
Monday, April 3rd
“Hey! Earth to Eddie??”
Eddie blinks himself back to reality and realizes he’s been staring at his mug of black coffee for a few minutes.
“Sorry what?”
Steve shakes his head and laughs, “I asked if you’re almost ready to go? It’s 6:58.”
“Yeah!” Eddie grabs his travel mug from the cabinet and empties the contents of his coffee mug into it, dropping the mug in the sink, “Good to go. Sorry, just a little spacey this morning I guess…”
Steve grabs the car keys off the hook and opens the front door, still chuckling, “I can see that.”
---
Usually the drive to work is filled with banter, but today Eddie is tired in a way he almost can’t explain. His ears feel weird too and he can’t quite place it.
Steve parks the car in their usual spot and they both get out. The bell chimes above them as they enter through the back door.
“Good mooooorning!” Comes a voice down the hall. Robin.
“Morning Robin!” They call out in unison.
Eddie heads to his office, slumping into his chair and turning the computer on, while Steve makes his way towards his station where Nancy is waiting and Robin is hanging out.
The dirty blonde is sitting on Steve’s desk, kicking her feet talking to Nancy. Steve approaches his childhood best friend and jokingly waves the air at her. “Shoo! Off my desk.”
She playfully sticks her tongue out at him and hops off. “I just opened the front. First patient isn’t until 7:45 I think?”
Steve nods in acknowledgement as he logs onto his own computer, eyes not breaking from the screen.
“That’ll be good. Give Eddie a minute. He’s being kinda weird and quiet today.”
Nancy and Robin exchange a brief look of worry.
“You talking about me in here?” Eddie wanders in.
“Just shit talking you behind your back, obviously.” Robin teases.
Eddie breaks character and laughs, playfully punching her arm. “Well don’t let me interrupt. Needed a new pen. My favorite one just ran out of ink.”
Steve opens his backpack and pulls out a fresh pen, holding it over his head for Eddie to take. The older man grabs it, slightly disappointed that it’s ballpoint and not gel. Trivial, sure, but a small detail that makes his morning that much more irritating.
He disappears back towards his office as Robin speaks up.
“Well I guess I should get to work too. I’m sure our first patient will be here soon.”
She heads up to the front of the office and sits at her desk previewing the schedule for the day. All things considered, it’s actually pretty light for a Monday. Billy is off today and tomorrow, so it’s just Eddie and Nancy.
The front door bell chimes and Robin looks up to lock eyes with Mr.Gilmore (Mickey, please).
“Hey Mr.G! How are you?” She asks in her bubbly voice.
“Oh just fine, sweetheart. Checking in for 7:45. I think my wife is coming in later.”
The man starts to scribble his name on the check in sheet while Robin skims the schedule.
“Would ya look at that! She is coming in at 2:30.” Robin smiled, “You know the drill then, Mickey. Steve will be out to get you in just a second okay?”
He nods and takes his seat in the waiting room. The doorbell rings again as Robin stands up.
“Good Morning Mrs.Harris. Go ahead and get yourself signed in. There’s no copay today. Give me one second and I’ll tell Steve you’re here too.” She grabs both charts, Mickey’s on top since his appointment is first.
“First two for you, Steve-o.” She says, handing off the charts to her friend.
He runs a hand through his hair as he looks over them. “Yeah alright. Let me bring Mickey back and into a room and then I’ll come back for Gina.”
---
“Well your labs look fantastic, Mickey. Great improvement since the last time. If everything’s working for you I think we’ll keep your meds at the same dosage and follow up in a few months?”
“Sounds great, Doctor Munson.” The man reaches out and gives Eddie a handshake before standing up to head out.
“Go ahead and go up to the front. Robin will check you out shortly.”
Eddie could hear muffled talking in the room next door. Nancy was probably in there with Gina.
“Hey Steve can you bring this to Robin?” He holds out Mickey’s chart with his scribbled notes on it.
Steve gives Eddie a once over, but agrees, taking the chart and heading back to the front. Eddie, on the other hand, went back to his office and uncapped his travel mug of coffee, sipping generously. Why wasn’t the caffeine waking him up like it usually did??
As he swallowed, he finally was able to pinpoint the weird feeling in his ears. It was a sticky sort of pain deep inside that sometimes happened when- his throat was sore.
Shit. A sore throat was truly the last thing he needed. Maybe it would get better as the day went on if he tried to talk less?
---
A few hours passed by, and instead of getting better, Eddie only felt worse. The twinge in his throat was more of a dull ache now, and worst of all, his throat was scratchy in a way that made him want to gag.
As soon as he was done with the last patient before lunch, he beelined for the break room to make himself some more coffee.
The Keurig spurted and hissed as it produced a small latte in his travel mug.
“Babe you’re having more coffee? You’re gonna be up all night.” Steve came up behind him and squeezed his shoulder.
“What are you, my mom??” Eddie snipped.
“Geez, I’m just asking. What’s up with you today??” Steve tried to hide the fact that he was a little hurt.
“Nothing’s up with me, Steve. Just getting coffee because I’m tired.” The older man grumbled and walked back towards his office and shut the door behind him.
“What was that all about?” Nancy asked as she and Robin joined too, pulling their lunches out of the fridge.
“Hell if I know. Apparently the man just wants to be fueled with caffeine.” Steve rolled his eyes and sat down with his salad, “So how was your guys’ weekends?”
---
Its 2:15 now. Lunch has been over for a while. He’s seen a few more patients already and his coffee is now gone. He wants more but Steve is right - he’d be lucky if he gets to sleep tonight as is.
There’s a knock on his open door that gets his attention. It’s Robin and the iPad.
“Hey Doc, can you sign this for me?” She asks, holding out the iPad for him to take.
“Have I ever NOT signed it for you??” He asks in a tone way grumpier than he’d expected.
Shit why did he say that.
“No… sorry, I just didn’t want to assume…”
“You’re fine Birdie, I’m sorry. I’m just… in a mood today apparently.”
He signs for the meds and hands it back to her.
Robin shrugs, “It happens. Mrs.Gilmore is here early by the way. Steves probably coming through with her chart soon.”
Eddie sighs as he stands up. If he could just finish the last four patients he could go home.
---
Steve’s humming to himself in the kitchen as he cooks the pasta. Spaghetti with brown butter and tomato basil sauce is a recent favorite of his and he took it upon himself too cook for the two of them tonight
His phone buzzes. A text from Robin.
What’s cookin, good lookin?
He rolled his eyes. Since he started cooking new dishes, she’d been requesting photos of his food. He sent a pic back of the pasta in the pot of water.
Nothing fancy… yet. Spaghetti with tomato basil and brown butter sauce.
🤤Eddie’s the luckiest guy I swear.
Steve looks over his shoulder. After confirming Eddie was still in the shower, he types back.
Eh… he’s still kinda prickly. I think he’s getting sick or something.
Doctors don’t get sick, remember Steve?? 😤
Steve chuckles to himself. By now, everyone at Hawkins Medical is familiar with Eddie Munson and his ‘Doctors Don’t Get Sick’ one man show. He’s about to say something witty back when the bathroom door opens and small amounts of steam billow out.
One sec - he just got out of the shower…
Eddie pads over to the table, rubbing at his eyes with the heel of his hand.
“Just in time!” Steve offers a smile as he drains the pasta. “Spaghetti just finished. Pot of brown butter on the left. Tomato basil on the right. Pick your poison.”
Steve’s already plating his own dinner, when Eddie coughs into his shoulder, following behind with the smallest scoop of pasta and a tiny bit of sauce.
“That’s all you’re gonna eat?” Steve asks after Eddie takes a small bite.
“M’not hungry.” Eddie lies, but Steve doesn’t miss the way he winces when he took a sip of water.
“Are you okay?”
“Fine.” Eddie insists, “I’m not hungry.”
He goes to clear his throat but it catches, making him cough painfully into his fist. Eddie tries to blink back the pain, each cough scraping the back of his throat.
“Does your throat hurt?”
Eddie pushes away from the table, “I said I’m fucking fine Steve.”
“Hey, watch the attitude. I’m just asking!”
“Whatever.” Eddie grumbles, setting his plate by the sink, “I’m going to bed.”
He storms off to the bedroom, door closing behind him. Steve rolls his eyes and reaches for his phone again, sending a text to Robin.
Definitely sick. He just screamed at me for asking if his throat hurt 🙄
Steve threw his phone down after sending the text and finished his pasta by himself.
*****
Tuesday, April 4th
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
The joint alarm for 6:15am pierces through the fog in Eddie’s brain. Apart from the blaring alarm, the first thing he notices is that his throat hurts. BAD. It’s now a scratchy ache that burns when he swallows.
Steve turns the alarm off and groans, rolling out of bed to brush his teeth. Eddie takes the opportunity to lay there a little bit longer, squeezing his eyes shut. His head aches at the front of his forehead and all he wants to do is go back to sleep.
“You want coffee too Eds?” Steve asks on his way from their bathroom to the kitchen.
The older man tries to speak but coughs instead. He clears his throat and groans, “Yes please.”
“Coming right up.” Steve turns around, frowning at the sound of his partner.
While Steve starts their coffees, Eddie drags himself out of bed and heads to the bathroom too. He pees, washes his hands, and then brushes his teeth. He stops for a moment to stare at himself in the mirror. He looks run down for sure, paler than normal and rings forming under his eyes. After rinsing his mouth out, he tames the hair a little and then grabs a few tissues to blow his nose.
He huffs a sigh when it does nothing to relieve the congestion that’s settled in his sinuses.
“For fucks sake…” he grumbles.
He turns off the bathroom light and goes to get dressed. His favorite black jeans and tee shirt will do. They’re just going to be under his doctors coat anyways.
He’s sniffling and scrubbing at his nose as he walks into the kitchen where Steve is sitting at the table, finishing a prepackaged muffin and sipping his coffee.
“Morning babe.” Steve says and kisses Eddie on the cheek, “Shit it’s 6:40 already?? Let me get dressed really quick!”
“Morning.” Eddie hums, dumping his coffee into the travel mug. He takes a small sip, coughing again.
Steve reappears just a few minutes later, hair done and in his scrubs.
“Okay! Ready?”
Eddie nods, “Mm hmm.”
Steve grabs his bag and heads out the door towards the car, Eddie trudging sluggishly behind him.
---
When the boys arrive at the office, they both head back towards the nurses station to greet the girls. Steve drops his backpack at his desk and turns the computer on.
“Hey Robin!” He calls out.
“Morning guys!” Robin bounds around the corner but stops abruptly, “Oof Eddie you don’t look so hot. Are you okay?”
She asks, having forgotten the warning text from Steve late last night.
“You flatter me.” He says, voice dripping with sarcasm. “I’m fine.”
Nancy walks in just as Eddie starts coughing again. She places a gentle hand on his back as she walks past him to her desk.
“Awe poor thing, you sound awful. Are you getting sick?”
Steve and Robin look up at her like deer in headlights, signaling to her immediately that that was the wrong thing to say.
Eddie rolls his eyes, swallowing back his unwarranted anger, “I don’t get sick.”
He turns on his heels and heads to his office, coughing into a closed fist on the way.
“I’m sorry.” Nancy starts, “I forgot…”
Steve waves his hands dismissively, “Don’t be sorry Nance. He’s just grumpy because he doesn’t feel well.”
All three of them exchanged different variations of the same eyebrows-raised glance that screamed ‘not this again’.
“Well I’m going to go let people in now. The Anderson’s were outside at 7:05.” Robin headed up front to unlock the doors.
Her pastel pink scrubs were light and joyful. She usually stuck to the darker colors but today she felt like brightening up the mood a little.
“Good Morning, Anderson’s!!” She greeted as she opened the door, “Enter my humble abode!”
The two of them laughed and stood up from the bench they were waiting on outside. They were in their early 70’s and were some of Robin’s favorites.
“Well you look absolutely vibrant in those scrubs. How are you doing today, Darling?” Mrs.Anderson asked as she signed both of them in on the clipboard.
Robin jogged around the back to meet her at the desk window.
“Thank you! Pretty good! Pretty good! I see you guys are here forrrrr,” she clicked around on the computer, “Back to back wellness checks?”
“That’s correct!” Mrs.Anderson chimes.
“Well good news then! Insurance covers 100% of the wellness exams, so there’s no copay. Let me tell Steve you guys are here.”
She takes both charts and runs them back to Steve, leaning down when she hands them off.
“They’re back to back wellness exams, so hopefully Eddie can just chill with them for the next hour and a half?”
Steve nods. Wellness checks were pretty easy and straight forward to do. Eddie would definitely be grateful he wasn’t having to do any procedures this morning.
The brunette gets up and calls them both back. They walk with him to Exam 2. Robin chuckles as they walk by, Mr.Anderson telling Steve, “Stevie boy, I have to show you this new magic trick I learned from my son in law. You brought my cards right Debbie?”
Mrs.Anderson patted him on the back, “I always bring your cards, Arthur…”
---
“Anderson’s are in 2 whenever you’re ready.” Steve said gently, leaning in Eddie’s doorframe.
The man in question was hunched over his desk blowing his nose again.
“Be there in a seco’d…” he said from behind the tissues.
Steve just nodded.
---
Almost an hour and forty five minutes later, Eddie came out of their exam room, eyes wide with annoyance, the rings under his eyes even more prominent than before. He dropped the charts on Robin’s desk.
“Mrs.Anderson is fine. Mr.Anderson needs a follow up in a month for his blood pressure.” He rasped.
“Sheesh Doc, you sound rougher than earlier.” She opened one of the drawers by her feet and pulled out a fresh bottle of water, offering it to him.
“M’fine just…” he cleared his throat, “Just a lot of talking.” He took the water bottle from her and sipped from it briefly before heading back to his office to type in his appointment notes.
“Everything okay?” Steve stopped him in the hallway. “You look…stressed.”
“Yeah he just. Kept doing magic tricks.” Eddie complained.
Normally he was all for Mr.Anderson’s funny antics, but today he was too drained to entertain anything, especially repetitive card tricks.
“Sorry.” Steve started, “Your next appointment isn’t for half an hour. Take a second to chill in silence or something maybe?”
“I know how to use my free time, Steve.”
Steve threw his hands up in defeat. “Yup! You’re absolutely right. What was I thinking?”
---
By the time lunch had rolled around, Eddie was done. Done with work. Done with talking to people. Done with feeling like shit. He had his head resting in folded arms at his desk, swallowing past the knives in his throat.
Robin clocked the limp figure as she walked past his office on the way to the break room. She turned to face Steve and Nancy and whispered, “Is he okay?”
Eddie cleared his throat, scaring them all. Robin had thought he was asleep.
“He lives!” She joked.
Eddie lifted his head, trying to stare daggers with his glazed eyes, “Would you all quit asking if I’m okay?? I’m fucking fine alright?”
“Yeah Eddie, you totally look and sound fine.” Steve murmured.
“What was that, Harrington??” He raised an eyebrow at the three figures standing in the hallway.
“Nothing! Jesus, I said you’re fine.”
Steve grumbled his way to the break room, Nancy and Robin following suit. The three of them sat down, Steve running a hand through his hair, clearly stressed. Robin popped her Dino nuggets in the microwave and then sat next to Steve, rubbing a hand on his back.
“I’m sorry. He’s being such a dick.” Steve whispered.
“It’s okay Steve. Don’t stress.” Nancy said, shrugging as she ate one of her carrots.
The friends sat in relative silence for a moment until a trio of harsh sneezes sounded from Eddie’s office.
“N’Gshuuh! Eh’TZiew! H- h’EKSHTew!”
Robin opened her mouth out of habit to say ‘bless you Doctor Rockstar’, but Steve clamped a hand over her mouth and shook his head.
“Don’t say it.”
Robin nodded, thankful Steve stopped her in time. They could all agree that today was not the day for that.
Steve sighed and pinched the bridge if his nose, “Fuck. He’s sneezing now. He’s just going to get so much more annoyed and pissy…”
Nancy rested a hand on Steve’s shoulder. “He’s a grown up Steve. Just let it run it’s course. He’ll be fine again in no time.”
---
Steve should have known better than that. He should know by now that when Eddie got sick, it almost always got worse before it got better. And now, just like clockwork, that’s what was happening.
The rest of the work afternoon was filled with tense silence punctuated by sneezing and coughing from Eddie’s office.
By the time they were closing up for the day, Eddie’s nose was tinged pink and he was exhausted. He leaned heavily against the wall by Steve’s desk.
“Are you alm’bost ready to go home? M’by head is killing m’be.” He asked in a weak but frustrated tone.
Steve looked up and his heart immediately dropped. Eddie looked awful. “Yeah, sorry let me just turn the computer off…”
Steve awkwardly scrambled to shut down the desktop computer and shovel a few things into his backpack.
“I’b gonna go wait in thehhh the car- H’iKTschEW! Eht’CHuhew! T’SZIEW!”
He steepled into his hands as he walked towards the back exit. Steve could faintly register an “ughh fuck” before a thick sniffle on his way out.
The younger man scooped up his backpack and jogged out after Eddie, jumping in the car not too long after he had. The car was silent except for watery sniffles from Eddie every now and again.
He figured Eddie was spaced out, too lost in a sick induced brain fog, but music seemed like it would ease the tension. Steve reached for the radio button and turned it up just a little bit. After a fifteen minute drive in the setting sun, he parked the car in their spot and made the short walk to their apartment.
“I’m gonna take a shower…” Eddie mumbled once they got inside, already dragging himself towards the bathroom.
“Guess I’ll make dinner then.” Steve said sassily to himself as the bathroom door shut and the shower water turned on.
When Eddie stepped out of the bathroom after twenty minutes or so, he’d disappeared into their bedroom to change and probably text some friends quickly.
Steve took it upon himself to take a quick shower, afterwards sitting on the sofa and watching reruns of How I Met Your Mother.
Eddie emerged from the bedroom in pajama pants, thick socks, and a T-shirt, cradling a box of tissues.
“I love this episode.” He flopped down on the other end of the couch and pulled one of their blankets over his legs.
It’s only a few minutes into the Blitz episode when Eddie frantically grabs a tissue and clamps it over his mouth, inhaling dramatically.
“ii’KTCH! H’esSHiew! H’MPTsch!!”
“Bless-”
“N’giSHuhew!!”
“Bless you!”
“Tha’gks…” Eddie groans, gurgling into the already damp tissue before tossing it aside and pulling a new one to blow again.
“On seco’d thought… I thi’gk I’b gonna go to bed.”
“Okay. Goodnight.” Steve wants to add that he hopes Eddie feels better, but refrains, keeping it to himself and his reruns.
*****
Wednesday, April 5th
The alarm only beeps once before Steve turns it off, slipping out of bed quietly to start getting ready. Eddie’s congested snores ring out in a way that Steve just knows his throats going to be raw when he wakes up.
After throwing his scrubs on, he makes himself and Eddie some coffee. He’s on his way back to the bedroom, double fisting mugs, when he runs into Eddie, standing in the doorway.
“Steve! It’s 6:30 why didn’t you wake me up???”
Steve’s taken aback by the heat in Eddie’s voice. “I was just making you coffee. I thought you could use the extra sleep. Was about to wake you up just now.”
“You don’t get to decide if I need sleep. I’ll have to take the coffee to-go now. There’s no time.” he turned around and stormed off to the bedroom to get dressed.
Steve huffed a sigh and went to empty the mugs contents into his partner’s travel cup.
Eddie felt absolutely wrecked. He didn’t know it was possible for him to wake up feeling worse than he did last night, and yet. Here he was with full body aches, a sinus headache, and chills. His entire body hurt and his skin was overly sensitive to everything.
He opted for scrub bottoms - the closest thing to sweatpants he could get away with - and a hoodie underneath his doctors coat. He coughed as he got dressed, the tight congestion in his chest slowly loosening.
Steve sat in the living room waiting for Eddie. Being sick had really slowed him down and it was now 6:53. They were behind schedule, usually leaving before 6:50am.
They both hopped in the car, music playing faintly as Steve drove them to work. The older of the two kept stifling chesty coughs with his mouth closed - clearly his lungs were more awake than he was.
As they pulled into the parking lot for Hawkins Medical, Eddie snapped forward into his elbow.
“Eh’GSHiew! snff h’eKTCH! H’eiTSCH!!” The sneezes were harsh and desperate, followed by another productive cough that made Steve wince.
“You sound a lot worse Eddie…” Steve commented hesitantly.
“Drop it, Steve.” He quipped, which would have been a lot more threatening if he wasn’t so god damn congested.
Steve went silent as they both got out of the car. Eddie paused for a minute. With one hand on the hood to steady him, he snapped at the waist sneezing again towards the ground. Steve shook his head and made his way into the clinic, leaving his boyfriend to clean himself up.
“Did Eddie finally stay home?” Robin started, a little too excited.
Steve signaled at her to stop talking as the back door bell chimed followed by some coughing.
Noticing the girls’ concerned looks, Steve quickly hissed, “Just leave it.”
“Hey Eddie.” Nancy said sympathetically as the man walked in looking worse for wear.
“Hi N’dance.”
The back door bell chimed again. Fuck. Billy. The man walked in (late as usual) and dumped his stuff at his desk. He offered a simple “Hey.” before he caught sight of Eddie coughing into another tissue.
“Are you sick Munson? Stay away from me.”
Everyone in the clinic knew Eddie was being pissy the last couple days. Everyone except Billy, who was off Monday and Tuesday. Steve bit his lip, preparing for whatever outburst was about to come from Eddie.
“You shouldn’t have to worry about that since I was going to tell you to fuck off anyways, Hargrove!” Eddie clapped back.
“Eddie!” Steve scolded.
“Hey hey hey! Everyone stop.” Robin stood up in between Eddie and Billy, but Billy just laughed.
“Would you look at that? Munson’s got some fire in him after all. I respect it.”
Nancy, Robin and Steve exchanged looks of confusion before Robin finally stepped back, knowing Billy wasn’t going to escalate the situation.
“But seriously. Don’t fucking get me sick.” Billy pointed at Eddie on the way back towards his desk.
“How about. I go open the doors and we all take a breather? Would that be fine??” Robin asks, exasperated, slowly backing away to open the clinic for business.
Robin pulls her phone out of her back pocket and sends a quick update text to Chrissy. The two had been talking a lot more since they started flirting and so Chrissy was very well aware of the situation.
Jesus Chris, Eddie just almost fought Billy in the nurses station. Told him to fuck off and everything.
Chrissy’s reply was almost immediate:
In any other circumstance that would be the highlight of my week. Poor Eddie, he must really be feeling sick if he’s that confrontational.
The strawberry blonde had known Eddie longer than Robin had known Steve, so she certainly knew all of his quirks. Apparently this was one of them.
Ugh. Yeah. He sounds terrible. Gotta work now. Text you later. Xx
Today was unfortunately one of the busier days. The silver lining was that it was filled with familiar faces. As Robin pocketed her phone, a red haired girl who was about 21 came skating in through the doors.
“No skating in the clinic Max! I’m sorry I don’t make the rules.” Robin said.
“Sorry.” She chuckled signing herself in. Her other arm was wrapped in an ace bandage.
“Steve will come get ya soon, just. Hang tight okay?” Robin teased.
The girl nodded. When Robin came back, Steve was just behind her. He opened the door to the waiting room.
“Hey Max, come on back.”
“Hey Steve!” She clocked her older (step)brother, Billy, in the nurses station as she walked back with Steve, “Hey Dickwad!”
“Grow up Maxine!” He yelled back, flipping her the bird.
She smirked and threw two birds up in response as she followed Steve into exam room 1.
Steve stifled a laugh once the door was closed. “Authentic sibling love…”
“Step sibling. Am I wrong??” Max asked, grinning.
“I mean. He did look up when you said dickwad.” Steve laughed, hooking her up to the blood pressure cuff and slipping the thermometer in her mouth.
Steve typed a few notes in the computer until the cuff deflated. He took the thermometer out from her mouth and looked at the numbers on the BP machine. He typed some more in the computer before heading out.
“Blood pressure is normal considering you live with Billy.” Steve commented, “Eddie will be in to see you soon!”
“No rush!” She called after him. Might as well make herself comfortable. She lay back on the crinkly paper, bending her knees, feet on the table.
She stayed like this for a few minutes before a couple rough sneezes from outside the door startled her.
There was a knock on the door before it opened, Eddie stepping inside.
“Bless you.” She said, slowly sitting up, “Jesus you look like shit.”
Eddie rolled his eyes, washing his hands. “Thank you so much for the compliment. You have such a way with words.”
“Ha ha.” She teased.
“You been icing that sprain?”
“Yup!”
“Wrapping it?”
“Yup!”
Eddie squinted his eyes and glanced at the skateboard in the corner. “You been staying off your board?”
Max paused. Caught. “No… but I haven’t fallen on the wrist! Promise!”
“We’ll see about that. Give it here.”
Max holds her arm out. Eddie sniffles wetly as he unwraps the ace bandage.
“So are you sick or something?” She breaks the silence.
He looks up at her eyebrow raised. “You must be confused. I’m pretty sure you’re the patient in this room.”
Max matched his energy pretty quickly. “Really? Hmm I just thought because you come in here sneezing and looking all sickly…”
“Sickly?!” Eddie scoffed as best he could before turning and coughing into his elbow.
Max watched the display and just shrugged.
“Listen you shouldn’t call me sickly when your skating career lies in the hands of my doctors note.”
Now that the bandage was off she flexed her hand and rotated the wrist a few times.
“Feel okay?” He asked.
“Yeah. Feels good.” She nodded and Eddie opened the drawer behind him and pulled out a box.
He tore it open and held it up. “This. Is your new brace. Wear this for a week and you should be good to go. But no crazy skate tricks!!”
“Whatever you say, Doc.” She hopped off the table and grabbed her board. “Hope you stop being sickly soon.”
“Very funny.” He said sarcastically as she made her way to check out with Robin.
Now that she’d left, Eddie felt his entire demeanor drop. The happy Doctor facade. He put it on for his patients, but he felt like absolute garbage.
he grabbed a few tissues from the box on the exam room counter and blew his nose. He paused as the act sent a tickly buzzing through his nose and his eyes fluttered shut.
“H’eiSHuhew! E’kSHT!”
He grabbed a couple more tissues and blew his nose again before binning them and washing his hands. He was in for a long day.
---
Mrs.Henderson is the last patient before lunch. Usually everyone loves the Hendersons - especially Dustin. However, today Mrs.Henderson came in alone, just her and her hypochondria.
“Hi Robin dear, I really need to see Doctor Munson, it’s urgent. I don’t mean to alarm you but I think I have smallpox.”
Robin stared wide eyed. This was a new one, even for her. “Okay ummm let me just get Steve and we’ll see you in just a second okay?”
Robin took the chart and headed back to Steve. “She thinks she’s got smallpox this time.”
Steve sighed. “Gimme the chart.”
The brunette took a breath and then called her back to Exam 3. “Hey Mrs.Henderson. What brings you in?”
“Didn’t Robin tell you? I think I have smallpox. It showed up a few days ago. Look!”
She points to her ankles, where he locks eyes with the most obvious flea bites he ever did see. Eddie’s gonna love this…
“Alright. Let me get Doctor Munson okay?”
Steve finds Eddie hunched over in his office, face buried in his hoodie sleeves.
“N’xxTCH! ii’xtCHU! H’tchiYUE!”
“Bless you times three!” He announces himself.
Eddie wipes his nose on the sleeve of his jacket and very briefly gives Steve a puppy dog look. “What now?”
“Mrs.Henderson is here. She’s got flea bites on the ankles…”
“And she thinks its….?” Eddie starts.
“Smallpox.”
“Of course she does. Can’t you give her to Billy this time?” He almost whines.
Steve frowned, “She asked for you.
“Ughhh okay fine.” Eddie stands up, clearly at the end of his rope, and takes the chart from Steve, marching into the exam room.
“Oh good Doctor Munson! I need you to look at my legs. I have smallpox-”
“Mrs.Henderson. It’s not smallpox. I can assure you that much.” Eddie says, looking at her legs, “Don’t you have a cat?”
“Dusty brought me another one so now I have two actually. Mittens and Buttercup-”
“They’re flea bites Mrs.Henderson.” Eddie tries to stay calm.
“But I read online that smallpox can cause itchy bumps…”
“So do fleas.” Eddie stated.
“But Google said-”
“Mrs.Henderson. Do you have any other smallpox symptoms? Scabs? Stomachaches?” He cut her off.
She shakes her head and stares at him as he continues, “Do you have a fever?”
“… no.”
“Well I do.” Eddie starts, “and I don’t know how else to prove it to you, but those are flea bites. I’ll give you an antihistamine cream for the itching. And I can recommend a really good vet for your cats.”
He scribbles out a prescription on his pad while she seems to consider. She now seemed less paranoid and more sympathetic.
“Okay. That would be lovely. Thank you.”
“Perfect.” Eddie sighed and gave her his best fake smile before leaving the room. He passed the chart off to Steve and then went to his office to sit down.
---
As soon as the front doors were locked for lunch, Robin hit up Steve’s desk. “Wanna do a coffee run with me?”
“Yeah sure. Now?”
Robin nodded. “Yes sir I need caffeine.”
Steve grabbed his car keys and the pair left. Thankfully there was a great coffee shop just down the road. They acquired three iced lattes for the two of them and Nancy. Billy always brought his own Red Bull, and Steve picked up some hot tea with lemon for Eddie.
They were back at the office in damn near record time - only 15 minutes out of the office. Nancy was eating in the break room. Eddie was in there too now, resting his head in his folded arms on the table again.
“We come with coffee!” Robin announced, handing one of the iced drinks over to Nancy.
“Thank you!!” She pleaded.
Eddie sat up and started that god awful coughing again. He was so pale with a bright flush over his cheeks. His nose was pink and damp and his cough was definitely not getting any better.
Steve came up behind him and rubbed his back, not liking the heat coming through, even past the thick sweatshirt layers.
“Hey, you feel really warm, Eds. Maybe you should see a doctor.” Steve said, concerned.
“For fucks sake Steven! I don’t need a doctor okay?!? I am a doctor!!”
The outburst startled everyone, especially with the amount of heat behind Eddie’s voice.
“Jesus Christ Eddie I’m just trying to help. Here! I brought you tea!” Steve aggressively puts the paper cup in front of Eddie.
The older man looks at the cup and then looks at Steve as he pushes it across the table away from him.
Robin looked at Steve and then immediately looked away. She knew that look. Steve was pissed. He was absolutely seething.
“You wanna sit here and be fucking miserable?? Fine. Be miserable, I don’t care.” Steve stormed out of the room swearing under his breath. “Fuck!”
Nancy and Robin stand there awkwardly before Robin decides to break the ice.
“We’re gonna give you some space Eddie.” The two of them took their lunch and coffee and went to go sit with Steve at his desk.
As soon as everyone left the room, Eddie reached for the paper cup of tea and sipped on it greedily. He did want the tea. It helped with some of the congestion and especially helped with the chills. He wasn’t sure how, but Steve always knew just what he needed.
---
The rest of the day was tense to say the least. After yelling at Steve, he could tell Steve was angry and hurt and wasn’t going to talk about it. So Eddie just kept pouting until they got back to the apartment.
After a shower, he decided he’d just go lie down and give his body a break. He was fucking freezing but his face felt too hot and all the while, he was slipping into fever dreams he didn’t want to be in.
---
He was back in Med school, doing practice rounds at the hospital. He hated the reputation he had here. Not only was he the oldest in his group because he kept failing classes, but because it’s a small town, everyone knew about his history. About his dad.
Imagine first day of school jitters when everyone knows your dad beats you and your mom when you come home. Not exactly a golden ticket to the popular crowd, that’s for sure.
Everyone knew his family couldn’t afford med school either. So they knew he was a bartender on the side to help pay bills.
“Trailer trash Eddie thinks he’s going to be a doctor!” He could hear people teasing.
Stupid how cruel even adults can be when they wanted to.
“Help me Eddie.”
He knows that voice. He hasn’t heard it in years. Why does he know that voice???
He follows it down the corridor, but it only gets more desperate.
“Please Eddie! Please help me! Why won’t you help me??!”
He’s running. Flying down the stairs until he reaches the double doors labeled morgue. He stops in his tracks and pushes the doors open slowly. The screaming dies down and one of the bodies on the table sits up.
It’s his mom. She has bruises on her body and face, a massive gash in her bottom lip.
“Eddie.”
He runs over to her. He’s not too much taller than her when she’s sitting up on the autopsy table.
“Mom…” he hasn’t seen her since he was 8.
He cups her cold cheek with his hand and stares into her eyes, on the verge of tears. Suddenly he feels something warm roll down his hand. He looks and sees blood dripping down the side of her head and onto his arm. It’s coming from the gunshot wound from his father. Her husband.
“Oh my god!” He gasps, falling backwards and crawling across the floor.
He’d only been 8 when his father killed her and Eddie found her. Only 8 when he had to testify in open court and out his father away.
“I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry.” He sobs squeezing his eyes shut and willing her away from him.
It’s silent all around him for a minute and he opens his eyes. She’s not on the table anymore. She’s limp, being held bridal style by …his dad.
“Get up!” He shouts.
Eddie is frozen. He can’t move.
“I said get up!!” His dad commands.
All of a sudden he’s 8 years old again, scared of his dad. He scrambles to his feet while his dad looks him in the eye and drops his moms body to the floor.
“Do you know what you are?” He asks Eddie, jamming his finger into Eddie’s chest, “You’re a fucking liability. You’re nothing. You will always be nothing. You couldn’t save her. How do you expect to save your patients, huh? Certainly not by taking a sick day, that’s for fucking sure.”
Eddie starts crying quietly. “Wayne!! Uncle Wayne help me please!”
He calls into the void but there’s nothing. Just him, his dead mom, and his demons.
---
It’s close to 11pm when Steve turns off the tv and heads to their bedroom to go to sleep. He brushes his teeth quietly, so not to wake Eddie, and then crawls into bed next to his partner.
A small whimper makes Steve look over. Eddie’s asleep, but his brown is furrowed. He looks panicked and keeps making small whimpering noises.
Instinctively, Steve reaches out and runs a hand through Eddie’s hair. The older man almost immediately calms down a little. Steve pauses, resting the back of his fingers on Eddie’s forehead and then his cheek.
The poor guy is absolutely throwing off heat waves. Steve keeps running gentle fingers through Eddie’s hair until the whimpers are replaced by the usual congested snores. After Eddie’s settled again, Steve finally lays down and turns off the bedside lamp.
*****
Thursday, April 6th
Steve groans to himself as he finally turns off the alarm that he’s already snoozed twice. Its 6:35 and he’s barely gotten six hours of sleep. He kept waking up in the middle of the night either to check on Eddie or because he was too hot from sleeping next to Eddie.
He peels himself out of bed, surprised to see Eddie wasn’t there. Some harsh coughing echoing from the kitchen answered that question, though.
Steve pulls on his scrubs and heads to the bathroom, not wasting any time. He added some mousse and spray to his hair, giving it a once over before brushing his teeth and washing his face. He put on his watch and checked the time. 6:48 - time to go.
Grabbing his bag, he heads into the kitchen where Eddie is sitting at the table. He’s in his scrub bottoms and hoodie again, with a thin blanket draped around his shoulders. He’s got dark circles under his eyes and his nose is red and raw from blowing it so much.
“You were up early.” Steve commented, grabbing the car keys and opening the front door.
“Couldn’t sleep.” Eddie coughed, as he exited the apartment.
“Wait. Eddie. You’ve still got the blanket.” Steve points out.
The long haired man waves a hand dismissively. “I’m taking it with me.”
With that, he gets into the passenger seat of the car and leans back, blanket still wrapped around his shoulders, letting his eyes droop. His lips are parted slightly so he can breathe, a small detail that Steve picks up on as soon as he starts the car up.
They pull onto the main road when Eddie starts fidgeting, rifling through the glove compartment.
“What are you-? Oh..” Steve knows this look. Eddie’s pre-sneeze look.
His eyes are fluttering shut and his nostrils are flaring. He’s been sniffling the last couple minutes too so he’s assuming Eddie thinks it’s going to be messy.
“Hold on, hold on!” Steve has one hand on the wheel and one hand trying to grab at the middle console, but he’s also trying to drive the car.
Eddie buckles forward, using both his hands to pull the corner of his blanket up to cover.
“H’issh! NxxTCH! Eh’GSHT! snfsnff ii’KSHT’iew!”
“Bless you! Jesus…”
Steve grimaces at how sick and contagious those sneezes sounded. There’s no way the blanket escaped unscathed. He opens the middle console and pulls a handful of napkins, holding them out to Eddie.
The older man grabs at them and quickly holds them over his nose, pausing for a second, “heh-ISHHuu!”
The raspy sneeze turns into a desperate nose blow. Eddie drops the soaked napkin by his feet and grabs another to gurgle into. After he cleaned himself up, he grabs the last napkin and scrubs at his blanket.
“That can’t be sanitary…” Steve whispers to himself.
Eddie just coughs and leans his head against the cool window of the car until they park in the lot for Hawkins Medical.
The boys walk in where Robin is once again chatting with Nancy before opening.
“Hey guys-” Robin starts.
Steve stares at her wide eyed, mentally telling her not to even address the sorry state of Eddie. The doctor follows in behind Steve, pulling the blanket closer to him.
“N’dancy do you have any m’bore tissues?”
“Yeah Eddie, sure.” She opens the cabinet under the sink behind her and pulls out a fresh box and hands it to him.
“Tha’gks.” He sulks off to his office and Nancy gives Steve a look.
She leans in close and hisses, “You are not letting him see patients like that.”
Steve shrugged and held up his hands in defeat. “I don’t know what you want me to do about Nancy. I’ve been yelled at so many times this week. My hands are tied.”
Nancy and Robin both felt bad. Steve was in a really tough position, wanting to help but also not wanting to start any fights with Eddie. Billy walked in and pointed towards the back office.
“You letting patient zero stay here today??”
For once in his life, Billy was not only right, but valid in his concern. Eddie definitely shouldn’t be here right now.
“He won’t listen to me so I guess yeah. Yeah he is.”
Billy rolled his eyes. The clinic would be opening soon. The first patient was for Billy and then Nancy. Eddie’s first patient wasn't until 9:30.
The first part of the morning went smooth, leaving Eddie to drink his coffee and work on notes in his office. But by the time his first patient showed up, everyone was walking on eggshells.
“Morning Jessica!” Robin grinned.
Jessica was one of the regular patients in her late 30’s who was always friendly with the staff. Her and her girlfriend, Beck, were two of the funniest people around.
“Hey girl! How you doing?” Jessica asked.
“Hanging in there this week.” Robin leaned in close and brought her voice down to a whisper, “Doctor E’s sick and refuses to admit it.”
Jessica mouths the knowing “ahhhhh” as she nods. “I know the type. Doctors make the worst patients though, am I right?”
Robin nodded profusely. “Looks like you had a credit from the last appointment so no copay today. Go ahead and have a seat. I’ll have Steve get you soon.”
She grabs Jessica’s chart and marches it back to Steve. “Our favorite is here for her new med follow up.”
“Perfect! I’ll bring this to sick boy.” Steve types something into his computer and then stands up to let Jessica into an exam room.
---
Eddie looks dead on his feet when Steve brings in Jessica’s chart.
“First one for you Eds.” He says as nonchalantly as he can.
“Yup. I got it.” Eddie stands, but has to steady himself, closing his eyes to let the wave of dizziness pass.
Abandoning his blanket momentarily, he grabs the chart and heads into the exam room.
“Hey Jessica. You’ll have to excuse this-” he gestures to his entire demeanor, “I’m not feeling the best.”
“Understatement of the year, I suppose.” Jessica teased. “Sorry you’re not feeling well!”
Eddie sits down on the chair across the room, already too tired to stand. “So last time you were here we started you on 25mg of Zoloft. That was about three months ago. How are you feeling now?”
“Honestly? Best I’ve felt in a long time.” Jessica smiles.
“Any weird side effects? Mood swings? Any more bad thoughts?”
She thinks for a second but responds matter of factly, “Nope! Feels great.”
“Then I think I’d like to keep you on 25mg for now, but if anything changes you come back and we can reassess okay?”
“Bing, bang, boom! That was quick and easy.” She exclaims, grabbing her cross shoulder bag. “See you in a few months I guess!”
Eddie nodded, “See you then! Robin will get you all checked out.”
When he thought she couldn’t see him anymore, his face fell and he rubbed at his temple. Jessica made her way back to the front window.
“He’s worse than I thought.” She whispered to Robin, “He thought I couldn’t see but he looks really out of it and run down. Needs a pick me up or something.”
Those words echoed in Robins head as she signed Jessica out. He needs a pick me up.
If there was one thing Robin was good at it was humor. Once Jessica was gone, Robin made her way back towards Eddie’s office but saw him in the hallway.
“Hey Eddie! I have a joke for you. How do you tell if a vampire is sick?”
She paused briefly before answering her own joke, “By how much he’s coffin!!”
Eddie stared at her with annoyed eyes before he shouted, “Seriously Robin?? What are you comparing me to a Vampire now?? Stop trying to be funny and go back to work.”
Thank god he stormed off to his office because Robin was too shocked to move or speak. That stung. She’d never been yelled at by Eddie before. Before she knew it, Steve had a hand on her shoulder saying, “I’m so sorry Robs, ignore him.”
Her best friend kept speed walking into Eddie’s office and shut the door behind him so he could yell at his boyfriend in private.
“What the fuck Eddie??? You cannot speak to Robin like that, especially when she’s trying to cheer you up. You owe her an apology.”
Eddie just glares at his desk.
“Did you hear me Eddie?? Fucking apologize. Either get your shit together or go home. Jesus Christ…”
Steve is the one to storm out this time, slamming the door behind him. Nancy and Billy definitely heard, but opted to keep to themselves. Probably for the better anyways.
---
Robin was scribbling numbers on her insurance verification sheet for tomorrow. This was probably her least favorite part of the day, running numbers and making calls to the obscure insurance companies to ask about it.
Her concentration was broken when there was a small burst of wind as someone sat on the chair next to her.
“Hey Birdie.”
It was Eddie. Still wrapped in his blanket. But this time he looked apologetic and sad.
“I should NOT have yelled at you like that. The joke was funny and you just wanted to make me laugh.”
She slowly looked up and met his eyes. They were glazed and teary.
“I’m really really sorry Robin. I didn’t mean to. I just.” His voice wavered, “I just feel so sick!”
Two silent tears rolled down his cheeks. Robin’s heart broke and she immediately pulled him into a sitting hug, holding his head to her shoulder (and shielding him from any patients that might walk in.)
Steve walked up holding papers to copy but stopped dead in his tracks. Robin looked up at Steve, shooting him a look that screamed, “SOS he broke” as she held him.
Steve set the papers down and rushed over, kneeling in front of Robin and Eddie. He rubbed Eddie’s forearm.
“Hey, what’s wrong? Look at me.”
Eddie slowly turns to look at Steve, his face wet with tears and a thin layer of sweat. His nose is running from crying. Robin brushes some strands of hair out of his face with one hand and grabs the tissue box and sets it on her lap with the other.
“I feel bad.” He sobs, “I yelled at everyone and I wish I didn’t and I just feel so sihhh hhh -sick- h’iKSHT!”
Robin bites her lip in disgust as she rubs her friends back. Steve grabs a few tissues and wipes away the strings of mess from Eddie’s nose. He runs a hand through Eddie’s hair and then rests his palm on his forehead.
“You’re burning up Eds. I’m gonna go grab the thermometer.”
“Should we like…put him in an exam room or something Steve? I can sit with him until lunch and you can take him home…”
“Uhhh yeah fuck okay. That’s a good idea.”
Robin helps Eddie up and they walk over to Exam room 1 since the bed is against the wall.
“Just. Lay down for a second Eddie.” Robin is flustered. She doesn’t usually spend much time in the actual exam rooms.
He lays down, resting his head on the small pillow, and she pulls his blanket over his shoulders. He’s still sniffling from crying, his cheeks are flushed bright red.
Steve comes in with his little vitals cart, pulling the thermometer from its spot next to the blood pressure cuff.
“Open up Eds.” Steve slips the device under his tongue and waits for the reading. “102.4° Eddie. No wonder you feel so bad.”
Robin’s already going through the cabinets in the exam room until she finds what she’s looking for. She’s seen Eddie use it on some of the Peds patients before.
She opens the box and takes out a gel fever patch, peeling off the adhesive and gently sticking it to Eddie’s forehead. He whimpers slightly at how good it feels.
“Oh my god Robin those are for children.” Steve can’t help but laugh a little.
“A fever is a fever, Steve.”
She has a point.
“You sure you’re okay watching him?” He asks.
“Yeah I mean as long as you check people in and out. It’s only an hour or so. Just turn the lights off on your way out.”
Steve nods, flicking the light off and closing the door. He’s already sending texts to Chrissy asking if she can cover him tomorrow.
---
Despite it only being an hour, give or take, Steve is super anxious wanting to take Eddie home and get him to bed. As soon as the last patient was out the door, Steve was already locking up for lunch and making his way back to Exam 1.
“Hey buddy.” Steve gently rubs Eddie’s shoulder after turning on the light.
Lunch hour started and Steve had come to relieve Robin of her babysitting duties. Eddie slowly blinked himself awake.
“Hey Stevie…”
“How’re you feeling?” Robin stands up from the chair next to the exam room bed, stretching her legs.
Eddie groans and rubs at his nose, sniffing, “Really really sick actually…”
“You ready to go home?” Steve asks, petting his hair.
“Yeah. I am.” Eddie sits up and touches his forehead, “What is this??”
“It’s a fever patch, dummy. Don’t touch it!” Robin playfully slaps his hand away.
She helps Eddie to his feet and he notices Steve’s already got his backpack and the car keys.
“Are you… staying home with me? Steve you don’t have to…”
“Yes I do. And Chrissy’s gonna cover for me tomorrow too. Especially if you’re finally dropping the ‘doctors don’t get sick’ act and will let me help you.”
“If some soup and the good tissues are involved I’ll gladly accept that offer.”
They make their way out into the hallway and stop outside the break room where Robin just joined Nancy.
“I’m sorry for being a dick this week Nancy.”
“It’s okay Eddie, just get some rest!” Nancy’s mom-friend tone was coming out.
Steve nodded at them and gently shoveled Eddie out the back door into their car. The drive back to their apartment was still about fifteen minutes, but it felt so much faster.
“I’m thinking maybe a shower for you and then bed.” Steve looks over from behind the wheel.
Eddie coughed into his elbow. “I was thinking the same thing.”
When they parked and got out of the car, Steve was expecting Eddie to beeline for the shower like he had the past couple of days, but instead, he gives Steve the biggest hug.
“I’m sorry I’ve been so mean.” Eddie mumbles into Steve’s chest. “I’ll do whatever you say, I’m just tired of feeling like shit.”
Steve softens and leans into the hug. “It’s okay Eddie. I just want you to feel better. Why don’t you go shower and get in bed and I’ll bring you some tea?”
---
Steve had started the tea when he heard Eddie get out of the shower. He didn’t want to start it early and risk it getting cold.
He let the water boil in the electric kettle, letting the tea steep after it had stopped bubbling. He stirred in a bit of honey for good measure and walked it over to the bedroom.
“Eddie, you decent?” He called gently.
When no response came, he toed open the slightly ajar door. Eddie was passed out, face down in his favorite black sweats and a waffle knit shirt. He snored softly, face buried in the bedsheets.
Steve set the tea down on the bedside table and draped a clean quilt over him, taking the dirty one to the wash. He closed the door quietly behind him and made his way to the kitchen to make himself some lunch.
His phone buzzed as a text from Robin came through.
How’s he doing?
He typed out a quick response.
Hey Robs. He’s out cold in bed already…
That was quick 🤣
Record time, I think.
Steve laughed to himself while he reheated leftover pasta. He didn’t know how long he’d have to entertain himself, but Eddie definitely needed some rest.
****
Friday, April 7th
“-chEW!”
Steve slowly pulls himself from sleep, vaguely aware of the wet sneezes sounding next to him.
“K’tschIEW! snrkk sorry I didn’t m’bean to wake you up. Tried to stifle them but… they were too strong.”
“S’okay. Bless you.” Steve props himself up on his elbows and reaches over to feel Eddie’s forehead while he blows his nose. “Feeling any better?”
“Yeah, but still feel like I got hit by a bus.” He tossed the tissues to the side and leans back against the pillows propping him up, “Can’t breathe through m’by n’dose.”
“I’m sorry babe. I’ll look around for the humidifier later and see if that helps.”
Eddie nodded, while Steve grabbed the thermometer off the table by the bed and pressed the ON button. He hands it to Eddie, who slips it under his tongue.
They wait for a minute until it beeps. Eddie leans forward and Steve takes the device to check the reading.
“What’s the damage n’durse Steve?”
“100.3°. Explains why you feel so crummy. A lot lower than yesterday though.” Steve kisses the top of Eddie’s head before getting out of bed to get dressed.
Eddie slumps down, closing his eyes again. He only intended to rest them for a minute, but soon enough he’s right back asleep.
---
Steve’s in the kitchen heating up some soup for Eddie when there’s a knock on the door. He turns the heat down to low and goes to open it.
“Hey Robin what’re you doing here?”
She smiles and holds up a paper bag, “Thought I’d drop by on my lunch break to drop off bagel sandwiches for you.”
“That’s so nice!” Steve stepped aside, “Come on in.”
“How’s Eddie doing?” She asks.
“Well…” Steve points to the living room where there’s a figure hunched over a small humidifier with a towel over their head. “His fever’s down but he’s super congested still. I have him doing humidifier treatment while I make him some soup.
“How very domestic of you.” She smirks, making her way over to the covered figure.
“Hey Eds! Brought you some bagels! Feel any better?”
He flips the towel over his head so it’s resting on his back. His face is clammy from the steam.
“Thanks Robin.” He turns away to cough and then teeters his hand back and forth. “Eh. Been better. Still feel like shit.”
Almost on cue, his eyes flutter closed and he turns to the side, leaning into the crook of his elbow.
“M’ptSHew! G’isSHuhew! H’ekTSCH!”
“Bless you!! I gotta get back to the clinic, but feel better, yeah? Lots of rest this weekend.” Robin ruffles his hair and heads back to the front door where Steve is waiting.
Eddie gives a tired thumbs up from behind his tissues before throwing the towel back over his head.
“Guess you finally got him to drop the act?”
Steve sighs, “Yeah. Fucking finally. Doctors do get sick after all.”
The two of them chuckle to themselves, certain Eddie couldn’t hear their teasing over the hiss of the humidifier.
“Thanks for the bagels.” Steve gives Robin a hug on her way out. “See you Monday?”
She walks backwards out the door, shooting finger guns at him. “You know it Steve-o!”
Steve smiled at the ground as he closed the front door, turning the stove back up to a boil. He was so thankful for friends like Robin. And thankful his boyfriend was finally letting him take care of him.
Summary: Steve and Eddie get invited to a corporate Christmas party. When Eddie complains because steve got sick and gets out of it, steve offers to give Eddie his cold. (Both have the kink)
CW: mess, contagion
Word Count: 2.3k
*****
“Noooooo! No no no no!” Eddie yelled dramatically as he ran down the apartment hallway with the mail.
“What?? What happened?!” Steve asked, panicked.
“Murray’s Christmas Party invite came in.”
“Jesus Christ Eddie, you made it sound like something was on fire! What’s so bad about Murray and a Christmas party?”
Eddie shot Steve a look, “It’s the corporate Christmas party. The one where we’re supposed to mingle with executives and other ‘influencers’?? I don’t want to go to that.”
Steve sighed, coughing into his shoulder, “Ugh, I don’t either. When is it?”
“Friday night.” Eddie rolled his eyes.
“That’s like… days away?! Thanks for the short notice Murray.”
“Did you really expect anything different?”
“No.”
Murray, their talent manager, was great! He always hooked them up with the best gigs, promotional events, and knew how to interact with fans. His methods, on the other hand, we’re sporadic in nature and very spontaneous usually.
“Does it say anything about a dress code?” Steve asked. “I don’t want to show up under or overdressed.”
Eddie flicked the card, smiling annoyedly, “Not a damn thing, sweetheart. We can call him tomorrow I guess.”
---
Steve woke up to a persistent tickle in his nose and a sore throat. He sniffled to try and relieve the itch, but ended up having the opposite effect.
“HAESSHIEW!” Shit he didn’t want to wake up Eddie. He clamped a hand over his nose, “HNGSSHUU!”
Eddie’s eyes shot open and he immediately rolled over to face Steve, his interest piqued. He tried to hold back a lustful smirk as he asked, “You getting sick Stevie? Those didn’t sound like your regular sneezes.”
Steve sniffled thickly, “I feel a bit sick, yeah.”
“Aww. Poor baby.” Eddie dramatically pouted, poking Steve’s nose. “I’ll make you some tea!”
The older man got out of bed and made his way to the bathroom to brush his teeth and pee before putting on some water to boil.
Steve took it upon himself to call Murray and ask about the dress code while Eddie was putting around in the kitchen.
Eddie wasn’t a huge tea person himself, but he knew what kind Steve liked when he wasn’t feeling well. He smiled to himself as he leaned against the counter, waiting for the water to boil. He could hear Steve’s muffled coughs and sniffles from the other room.
A few minutes had passed, the water boiled and the tea was steeped. Eddie carried the mug back towards the bedroom. Steve was propped up in bed now, on his phone.
“Thanks Eddie.” He said as he took the mug from his partner. “Murray says you should wear nice pants, a sports coat and preferably some kind of nice shirt.”
“Ughhh gross- wait. What about you? What are you wearing?”
Steve hesitated for a second, “I’m not going. Murray said he doesn’t want me there if I’m sick because it’s gross.”
He waited for his boyfriend to pick his jaw up off the floor. “Are you serious?? I certainly don’t want to go alone!”
“Chrissy and the girls will be there too!” Steve tried to offer.
“No it’s not the same.” Eddie mumbled, swinging open their shared closet to browse. as he rifled through the clothes he complained, “You’re so lucky you don’t have to go Steve. You always get sick. Just this once I wish it was me…”
“I mean…” Steve started.
Eddie turned around, “What?”
Steve blushed a little, “I could give you my cold…if that’s what you want. I feel pretty sneezy today anyways…”
A huge grin plastered itself to Eddie’s face. “Aww does your nose tickle?”
“Mmhmm. Can you hehh hand me your hih sweatshirt?”
Eddie grabbed the hoodie that was hanging on the back of a chair and passed it to Steve. The younger man grabbed it just in time to hold it in front of his face.
“H’iTZsssiew! … isssHIEW! TSHuhEW!”
As the sneezes tumbled out of him, he rotated the sweatshirt so that he made sure he got most of it.
“Bless you!” Steve handed the hoodie back to Eddie who graciously accepted, putting it on immediately.
Steve closed his eyes, hand fanning his face, “Wait come here!”
Eddie jumped onto the bed next to Steve, who grabbed Eddie by the collar as he pitched forward aiming at Eddie’s stomach.
“iiSSSSHew! TisssHUU!”
He froze, a few droplets of mess dripping from his nose into Eddie’s lap. The long haired man gently used his left hand to lift Steve’s chin, using the sleeve of his right hand to wipe away additional mess from his nose.
“You’re so hot Steve.” He said, pulling him in for a kiss. Eddie could feel Steve’s damp nostrils rubbing against his cheek as they made out.
After 30 seconds or so, Steve had to pull back, nostrils flaring. Without even trying to cover, he turned his head slightly to the side.
“H’eTSHuhew!” Eddie twitched as he felt the mist land on the side of his neck.
“Don’t turn away Steve. I’m trying to catch this, remember?”
Steve, who was pretty sure this was all just a wet dream, closed his eyes as Eddie leaned in close using his pointer finger to gently tap at Steve’s nose.
“Sneeze on me Steve.” He whispered.
Steve moaned, half out of pleasure and half from the buildup to the impending sneeze. Eddie positioned himself right in front of Steve, watching the man’s red and glistening nostrils flare with irritation.
“Eddie I Hihh I’m gonna H’ESSSSHiew! Hi-KSHTew! iiSSSHuhew!”
Eddie leaned back, moaning with desire as Steve misted his face and neck. He licked his lips and kissed Steve again.
Steve pulled a handful of tissues from the table on his side of the bed and gave a crackling nose blow. Eddie smiled, staring at Steve as he cleaned himself up, his face suddenly going slack.
“You okay there Stevie?”
As if suddenly realizing, Steve grabbed Eddie’s pillow from behind him and pressed it to his face. “HEH-IKSHEW! … h’MPTCHiew!!”
Sniffling soupily, he held the pillow out to Eddie, damp spots covering it. Eddie grinned and put the pillow down, laying his face on it.
“C’mere Steve.”
The younger man lay down as well, snuggling up close to Eddie. He rested his head on Eddie’s arm. The sneezing fit had loosened some congestion and made his nose run. Every few minutes, Eddie would reach down with his bare hands and wipe away the mess gathering at the corner of Steve’s nose.
When the sniffling became more persistent, the younger man would nuzzle into Eddie’s chest, wiping his nose on his shirt.
They lay together, sharing Steve’s tea and watching tv until Eddie had to get up to make them lunch.
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Eddie was feeling pretty good that evening. He was almost certain to catch Steves cold, which is exactly what he wanted until Steve trudged into the kitchen that evening while Eddie was making soup.
“Eds?” He rasped, “I don’t think this is just a cold. I feel like shit.”
Eddie turned around. Steve was in pajama pants and a white tee. It was the flushed cheeks that caught Eddie’s attention. the older man touched his forehead and then moved his hand down to Steve’s cheek. They did feel a little warmer than usual.
“Shit. I think you’re right.” Eddie frowned, pulling Steve into a hug.
“I’m sorry Eddie.” Steve mumbled into Eddie’s shoulder.
“Don’t be sorry. Why are you sorry?”
“Because I already probably gave you whatever I have.”
Aw fuck. That’s right.
Not wanting Steve to feel bad, he put on a smile. “It’s okay Steve. That’s what I wanted. Maybe I’ll get lucky and avoid it after all.”
Eddie wasn’t stupid. He knew that was a blatant lie. He was bound to get this bug eventually. While it seemed like a bad cold for Steve, Eddie also knew that he didn’t get sick nearly as often as his partner. If he ended up getting it, he was sure it would knock him on his ass.
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Come Friday, Eddie had his answer. It was 4am when he woke up, throat aching, head pounding, and stuffed up. He padded to the bathroom, turning the light on only after the door was closed so he wouldn’t wake Steve.
A shiver ran down his spine making him rub at his arms. He took a moment to look at his reflection in the mirror, a pale and tired version of himself staring back.
“IxxCHU! NxxxT! NG’xxTCH! guh…”he blew his nose into some toilet paper and washed his hands before heading back to bed, waiting for sleep or illness to overtake him.
Steve was up and about by 9am. He made himself some toast and eggs while he checked emails on his phone. By the time ten o’clock rolled around, he realized it was odd for Eddie to not be up yet.
Some muffled but harsh sounding coughs coming from the bedroom had Steve on his feet in no time.
Eddie was still laying on his side, eyes closed. He looked paler than normal. Steve knelt down next to the bed and ran a gentle hand through his boyfriends hair, pausing and frowning at the heat radiating off him.
“Eds? You feel really warm. Are you okay?”
The older man didn’t open his eyes - only shook his head no.
“What’s wrong?”
Eddie opened his mouth to answer but instead barked a cough that he tried to cover. “Throat hurts. Achy. Cold. SNF sneezy.”
“I’m sorry baby. I’m going to grab the thermometer really quick.”
Eddie nodded. Steve got up and rummaged through the bathroom cabinet. He took the cap off the plastic instrument and rinsed it off before bringing it back into the bedroom.
When he got back, Eddie’s nostrils were flaring.
“H’iKSHT! Heh-itSCHU! ehhTSCH! Snff iiKSHuh’ue!”
Too tired to move or cover, he sneezed openly across his pillow case. He lifted the collar of his shirt up and used it to pinch away the tendrils of mess that were previously there. Steve grimaced, “Eddie… there’s tissues right there.”
“Too far…” he groaned. Steve’s frown deepened. He hadn’t ever seen Eddie this out of it.
He passed the box to his boyfriend, who cradled it like a teddy bear while steve slipped the thermometer in his mouth. The younger man dialed a number on his phone.
“Hey Murray. Yeah sorry, Eddie’s not going to make it either. He woke up sicker than me…… Mmhmm fever and everything.”
The device beeped and Steve took it out. “101.5°. Yeah he’s down for the count…”
It was at this moment, Eddie let out a particularly wet and sick sounding sneeze. “H’iiKSHuhew! snlorff.”
There was a pause while Steve listened to Murray on the other end of the line.
“Yeah that was him; bless you Eddie.” He said, covering the phone to bless his boyfriend. Eddie just nodded, wiping his nose along the back of his hand.
“So sorry! We’ll be at the next one. Okay bye.”
Steve hung up the phone. “So good news is we don’t have to go to that corporate party tonight!” Steve tried to seem cheery. “Do you want anything to eat?”
Eddie shook his head, “N’do. Just wadda lay here forever. Can we just cuddle?”
Steve softened. “Yeah baby, we can cuddle.”
He crawled under the sheets, sitting up while Eddie rested against his chest. His soft congested snores punctuating the cooking show Steve had put on for himself.
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After three episodes of Master Chef Jr, Steve must have dozed off because next thing he knows, it’s 4:30pm. He blinks away the sleep and looks around.
The tv is on the “are you still there?” screen and Eddie is still sleeping, cheeks flushed and a sheen of sweat on his forehead. There’s a small damp spot on the pillow where his nose is undoubtedly leaking without his knowing.
Another buzz reminds him why he woke up in the first place. His phone is ringing. He picks it up and sees Chrissy’s picture illuminating the screen. FaceTime.
He clicks the green answer button and suddenly the screen fills with his face and hers.
“Hey Chrissy.” He says in a hushed voice, looking over at Eddie who started to stir.
“Hey, Robin told me you guys aren’t coming to the event tonight? I was just going to ask what you were wearing so I could color coordinate.”
Steve coughed to the side, “Yeah sorry, we’re both sick - Eddie more so than me at this point.”
Chrissy frowned as the brunette turned the phone around to show Eddie. Suddenly, his face scrunched up as he pulled the blankets up to cover his nose.
“iiTCHuhew! H’eKSHTiew! snlrff H’MPTscht!”
“Bless you bub.” Chrissy said sympathetically.
The older man looked up from behind the (now slightly damp) blankets, “Hi Chris. Sorry about m’bissi’g tonight.”
“It’s okay! You sound awful. Probably for the best you two stay home and rest. Have you been like that all day?”
“Pretty m’buch.” Eddie coughed into his sleeve before rolling over to blow his nose.
Steve turned the phone back towards himself while Chrissy virtually took him to the closet. “So I’m wearing this red dress. Do you think white fluffy sweater or black overcoat?”
“Fluffy sweater definitely.” Steve nodded, giving her a thumbs up. “Eds?”
Eddie turned to look, tissues still pressed against his nose. “SNF I agree. Fluffy sweater- ih’GTCHuu! snorff Christ!”
“Okay, thanks boys. I’ll let you guys rest now.”
“Bye Chrissy!”
The rest of the evening would be filled with texts from Robin, Nancy and Chrissy about how Murray got a little drunk and started dancing the Macarena to Last Christmas as well as tipsy photos from them as they made their way through the night talking to other businesspeople.
“Maybe next year we should just go.” Steve mentioned to Eddie as they looked at the pictures together.
“Couldn’t agree more.” Eddie said, “This bug sucks. Guess I’ll have to be more careful what I wish for.”
