Ship: Shieth
Ages: Shiro - 22, Keith - 21
Type: Fluff-ish

Keith clutched his stomach and grunted. Shiro rubbed Keith's back as Keith leaned over slightly, opening his mouth and regurgitating into the bucket by his feet. Shiro held Keith's arm and kept rubbing his back. Shiro took a washcloth to Keith's mouth when Keith finished, instead of letting him rub it off on his sleeve again.

"Keith, are you sure you don't want any medicine?" Shiro asked. "You need some. It helps, I promise."

"Shiro, please," Keith leaned against the bed frame, folding his arms on his stomach and sighing. "I'm sorry you had to miss work for this."

"Hey," Shiro leaned over and kissed Keith's cheek.

Keith turned his head away, "You'll get sick."

Shiro smiled and laid his head gently on Keith's shoulder, "Keith, I'll live. I'm here for you."

Keith sighed and rested his head on Shiro's, "Wanna just cuddle?"

Shiro sat up and felt the back of Keith's neck, and then his forehead. "You sure, baby? You're hot."

"Why, thank you," Keith mumbled with a sly smile. "Please, just lay with me, I feel like sh*t."

Shiro nodded with a small smile, "Okay. I love you, Keith."

"I love you, too." Keith sighed.

Shiro pulled Keith into his chest. He wrapped his arms around the younger boy's fragile body, nested his chin gently into Keith's hair, and entangled their legs.

Keith sighed and it turned into a cough. He moaned quietly and Shiro loosened his grip around him.

"Shiro?" Keith muttered, voice cracking in the middle.

"Hm?" Shiro responded.

Keith groaned and sat up, leaning over the edge of the bed and throwing up into the bowl that was laying there.

"Ooh, sorry," Shiro sits up against Keith, rubbing his back again.

"This sucks!" Keith complains. "This is pathetic!"

Shiro kept Keith's hair out of the way, "It's okay, Keith, you're just sick."

Keith groaned, "How did I even get sick? I wasn't coughed on! Or was I...? Who the fvck coughed on me, i'm gonna kill them! I bet it was Lance..." Keith sat up in the middle of his rambling, letting Shiro wipe his mouth again.

"Calm down, it's probably from all your training outside. It's winter." Shiro explains.

Keith scoffed, "I wore a hat! Fvcking Winter can suck my d*ck."

Shiro rolled his eyes and pulled Keith into his chest, "Take a nap, grumpy-pants."

Keith groaned. "I'm not tired!" he whined.

Shiro kissed the top of Keith's head, and began running his fingers through the strands of his hair, "For me. You need it."

Keith sighed, wrapping an arm around his stomach, "Fine... but take care of the bucket, it smells."

Shiro laughed lightly, "Deal."

After an hour of Keith dozing, Keith moaned quietly, his eyes fluttering open groggily, "Shiro...?"

Shiro kissed the top of Keith's head, "Right here."

Keith rubbed his eyes, "How long have I been out?"

"About an hour," Shiro replied. "Feeling better?"

Keith shook his head, "Not really." He sighed and close his eyes again, squeezing Shiro's torso as he was still laying on his chest.

"I still don't feel well," he confessed.

Shiro rubbed Keith's back, "It's all right. Drink some water?"

Keith shook his head, giving a kitten-yawn, "Just cuddle me."

Shiro smiled and did as asked, "I love you."

Keith smiled, close to fall back asleep again, "Love you too, Shiro..."