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Clint had been feeling sick all day. He was currently in bed, waiting for Sam to get back.
He rolled over with a groan. His head hurt like he'll. Slowly, he stood up, walking into the bathroom for some Tylenol.
He opened up the medicine cabinet to find some before he suddenly felt very sick to his stomach quickly dropping next to the felt he leaned over and throw up.
He was leaning against the bathtub, sick as hell. His face was flushed red from a fever, his head hurt, he's thrown up at least twice at this point.
Case in point, he felt terrible. His breathing ragged, eyes wet with unscheduled tears.
He fell into a coughing fit, wheezing as the tears finally fell
He perked up when he heard the door open.
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Sam was in the common area, he had just got back from a mission and was happy to see his husband again.
He stretched his arms above his head with a sigh. Sam walked over to their room, opening up the door.
The first thing he noticed was that Clint wasn't there. The second thing he noticed was that the bathroom door was wide open, the lights on.
He walked over to the door, taking a look inside.
That's when he saw Clint. Sick and miserable. He looked up at Sam.
The man in question walked over and kneeled next to the archer and sighed.
“You don't feel good, huh sweetheart?” Sam asked, gently brushing his hair out of his face.
Clint shook his head, breathing heavily.
“Aw…come on, let's get you to bed.” Sam helped the man up, grabbing a washcloth and wiping his face before helping him back to bed.
He helped the man back into bed before going to find the thermometer.
102.35
“Ok…not terrible but it's still up there…I'm gonna go find something for that fever, you stay here.” Sam said, putting the thermometer away and kissing the top of Clint's head.
He walked out of the room, leaving Clint alone.
The man in question fell asleep quickly.
Sam walked in a couple minutes later, not surprised to find Clint already asleep.
He sat down next to him, rubbing a hand over his chest slowly to drag him to a somewhat conscious state.
Clint groaned but opened his eyes. “Sam…” He whimpered.
“Sh, sh…it's ok.” Sam quickly soothed him.
“I got you some medicine to bring down that fever.” Sam sat him up.
Clint groaned, he took the medicine without complaining but let out a sound of disgust.
“I know, I know…” Sam sighed. “It doesn't taste good.”
Clint leaned heavily against him. “My head hurts…” He whined.
“Well if we can get that fever down, we can get that headache to go away.” Sam responded.
With a sigh, Clint buried his face into Sam's neck.
Soon enough he fell asleep.
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Clint blinked slowly as he woke up. “Sam…?” He called out.
“Clint? Are you awake?” Sam walked into the room.
His eyes landed on Clint, the man looked miserable.
Sam sighed and sat down next to him. “Hey…how're you feeling?”
He just whined, burying his face in Sam's shoulder.
“That bad huh?”
Clint nodded.
“It's ok…” Sam soothed the sick archer.
Clint sighed and leaned into him, the tension seeping out of him.
“You gotta take your medicine again.” Sam said.
Clint sat up with a groan. Sam handed him the medicine and a cup of water, the archer downed them both.
He put a hand to Clint's forehead. “Well…you're not as hot but it's still up there. Do you want to take a shower? That may help.”
Clint thought for a moment before he nodded. “Yeah…”
Sam smiled and stood up, he grabbed Clint's biceps and helped the man stand up.
“Come on…” He said.
He dragged the sick archer to the bathroom, sitting him down on the closed toilet seat.
He turned on the shower, waiting for the water to get to a lukewarm temperature.
“Alright, let's get you out of these clothes.”
“Buy me dinner first.” Clint mumbled.
Sam shook his head and laughed. Even when he was sick he still had a sense of humor.
“You would throw up. I'm trying to help you.”
“Arms up.” Sam ordered, Clint obeyed without a complaint.
Sam pulled his shirt off before standing the man up to get rid of the rest of his clothes.
He helped Clint into the shower before shedding his own clothes and getting in with him.
He cleaned him off, cleaned up his hair, and then turned off the shower.
Sam got Clint out of the shower, sitting him down on the closed toilet seat before leaving the bathroom to go get some clean clothes for the two of them.
He returned shortly. “Come on Clint, stand up.”
With a sigh, the man stood up leaning onto the sink.
Sam got him into clean clothes –ones that Clint very briefly registered as the other man's– before he got himself into clean clothes.
Sam guided Clint to the bed, laying him down again.
“Alright sweetheart, time for bed.” Sam kissed his forehead.
He stood up and turned around, about to walk around but felt a hand tugging on his wrist.
Turning back around, he saw Clint giving him pleading eyes.
“Stay…please…” he whispered.
“...ok.” Sam gave in, getting in beside him.
He wrapped his arms around the archer.
Clint sighed and leaned into his chest as he felt Sam's hands snake around him.
“Goodnight Clint.”
“Night Sam…love you…”
“Love you too.”