After a week of you throwing up your stomach and your body feeling like a combination of the North Pole and the deepest bowels of hell you had finally gotten back your normal health thanks to your loving and caring husband Crowley.

You skipped down the dark corridors, happy to finally regain your sense of smell. You walked into the main throne room. You peeked round the door to see Crowley asleep. You tiptoed quietly into the room and made your way over to him. He snored quietly in his chair. You poked him on the shoulder.

"Fergus?" he shuffled in his seat, not opening his eyes. You poked him again, slightly harder. His eyes struggled to open.

"Hello (y/n)....whats wrong?" he sat up properly, staring you up and down. You looked at him worried.

"I'm fine. I'm worried about you. You've been sleeping for most of the day and........." you placed your hand on his forehead. You flinched, pulling your hand back.

"You've got a grade A fever. You've caught whatever I had. Come on." You held out your hand. He pushed your hand away.

"I'm fine. Honestly." he smiled weakly at you.

"You sure you are ok?" he nodded, resting his head against his hand. You walked out of the room, leaving him alone. One of his minions came rushing down the corridor, running into you and almost knocking you over. He stood up straight and looked down at the floor.

"I am so sorry Mrs (y/n)! Please don't hurt me." he looked very scared. You smiled.

"It's ok. Honestly. Just to tell you that Fer....Crowley will not be doing any work today. I'm afraid he is too sick. Will you please tell everyone else not to go near him until he is fully recovered?" he nodded, dashing off without saying another word. You into your bedroom and searched for a large tshirt and a pair of sweatpants as you felt that Crowley wouldn't be able to stay in his suit for long. You made your way back to the throne room to see Crowley with his arms wrapped round his stomach.

"Are you ready to admit you're not well?" he nodded. You helped him to your room and sat him down on your bed. You slipped off his tight suit and slipped on the other clothes. You grabbed the comforter and bin from the other side of the room and placed the bin next to his side of the bed and wrapped the comforter around his shivering frame. He wrapped the blanket tighter. You rubbed his back softly.

"Try and get some sleep. I need to go take care of some work. I'll be back soon."

later

After sorting out a lot of Crowleys work and trying to organise the minions you made you way back down to your room. You opened the door and saw that his side of the bed was empty. You walked down the corridor, checking every room. You stopped outside the bathroom as you heard a loud coughing behind the door.

"Fergus? Is that you?" you heard a loud groan and accepted that as a yes. You pushed open the door a little to see your poor husband leaning against the wall of the bathroom. You grabbed a facecloth and wet it before wiping his face.

"I think....I'm sick." he swallowed deeply. He hissed in relief as you wiped the cloth around his neck. He shoved his mouth into the inside of his arm and started to cough.

"Aw I'm so sorry. This is my fault." he smiled, coughing softly.

"Its ok." His face suddenly turned a very sickly shade of green and white. You moved back as he lunged forward towards the ceramic bowl. You rubbed his sweaty back as the sickness shook his body, the comforter slipping off of him. You felt so helpless sitting there unsure of what to do. As more food came tumbling out of his mouth you grabbed a glass from the counter and filled it with water.

"Here drink this..." he took the glass out of your hand and sipped on the water.

"How you feeling?" his mouth opened to say something but gagged up the water instead. You moved behind him and wrapped both arms around him. It didn't look like he was stopping any time soon. You peaked your head round the door and saw a young female demon strolling down the corridor.

"Hey. come here." she looked up, looking a little scared of you.

"Could you do me the biggest favour and grab us some pillows please? and maybe a large towel?" she nodded and clicked her fingers as two large pillows and a fluffy towel appeared in her hands.

"Thank you so much." as you closed the door you turned to see Crowley asleep with his head on the toilet lid. You placed the pillows on the wall and pulled Crowley back. He shifted slightly before wrapping the blanket tighter around himself.

"Goodnight my king of darkness." you kissed his forehead as you fell asleep next to him.