I am possibly the only person in the universe capable of cutting themselves with a plug

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"Dooooll~" Your matesprite whined. Your body seemed to twitch. What did he want now? This was the fiftieth time he had called for you. Trudging up the stairs you breathed deeply before straightening yourself up and plastering on a huge smile.

"What can I do for you baby?" You murmured waltzing over to his side and pressing your hand to his cheek soothingly. Dualscar looked up at you from his bedridden state, a flush overtaking his pale grey face.

"I want to cuddle." He pouts. Goddamn it all. You had things to do, but he's bloody ill. Begrudgingly, you climb in next to him and wrap your arms around him. You press your face to his chest and he purrs in content, arms wrapping around your smaller form. You almost want to yell when he squeezes your butt. The TV is on and you snuggle like this for a while, until you fall asleep in fact. By the time you wake up it's tea time and Dualscar is gently shaking you awake.

"Doll, hey doll. Welcome back to the land of the living. It's tea time babe. I'd make you mackerel but..." He gestures at his sick form. You blearily nod your head and gently push yourself off him. Stumbling your way down stairs and into the kitchen, your head plans the food you are going to make and your body makes a valiant attempt at carrying out the plans you brain makes. You drop two eggs and break a glass. At the sounds, Dualscar sits up in bed, feeling significantly lighter than before and he realises he doesn't feel very ill anymore. He snickers as he realises he must have passed it on to you. He trots down the stairs and catches a plate you were about to drop.

"Dualscar, go back to bed. I got this."

"Nah, babe. It's your turn to be looked after. Go on." He kisses your forehead and pats your butt to get you going up to your shared bedroom. He rests the plate on the side and watches your form tiredly walk up the stairs. He chuckles at your cute behaviour, and continues what you were making; mackerel, scrambled eggs and toast. He serves it up and takes it up to you, grabbing two bed trays to avoid crumbs on the bed. Oh, how domestic he had become. He settled down next to you and propped you up with some pillows. He puts the tray on your laps and you begin to eat. It is a quite meal with you struggling to stay conscious. You still smile at him and compliment his cooking when you finish. You then wait for him to put the plates down stairs. Deciding it was more important to get back to you right now, he simply places the plates in the sink and jogs back up the stairs. 

His white shirt comes off once he's back in the bedroom and he is left in pyjama bottoms, he preferred for the gills on his torso to be able to breathe when he sleeps. He talked about how he would wake up sweaty and feeling humid if he had a shirt on. You smile at the little details he shares with you. You practically drag him into an embrace once he clambered into bed. He loves it when you're sick because you get so cuddly and your cuddles are the best (and probably only) he's ever had.

"Maybe I should go kill some land-dwellers tomorrow..." You smack his chest lightly but he just chuckles and pulls you closer. You fall asleep like that, the TV casting soft shadows over you both, legs entwined and heart beats in sync.

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You woke up feeling refreshed, ill but comfortable. You look up at your lover, his usually slicked back hair covering his forehead and a bit in his eyes as he watches you.

"Mornin' love." You smile up at him and give him a kiss. When you pull back your mind catches on to something and your eyes narrow.

"You gave me your goddamn cold." You rasp out, eyebrows furrowed, Dualscar just lets out an uproarious laugh.

"Flushed for you." 

"Yeah, yeah. Love you too."