Sniffles
"Adam, I'm home."
"Aaaaah-CHOO!!!"
You shut the door, set your suitcase down inside and make your way to where the noise came from. Adam's bedroom is dark. You open the curtains a crack and see an Adam-sized lump in the bed, shielding his eyes from the window's light. "What's wrong?"
"I'm dying," comes the muffled reply.
You smile, walk over to the bed and sit down beside him. "Let me see you dead man." You move his arm and find him looking pale. He sports a couple days worth of facial growth. His hair has obviously not been combed in about as long. And to top it all off, Mr. Silk and Satin is wearing some ugly drab-colored flannel pajamas. "You look bad Adam."
"Sure, kick a man while he's down."
"My poor baby. How long have you felt like this?"
"Three days."
"Did you go to the doctor?"
"I didn't feel like going."
"Is that a joke?"
"No. I haven't wanted to get out of bed."
"Why didn't you have Jonathan take you? Or your driver?"
"I just wanted to sleep."
"You haven't even been taking care of yourself have you?"
"I'm a bad boy. Normally I'd suggest you'd spank me but I'm dying so I'll refrain from it."
"And the Academy Award goes to Adam Klaus." You go into the bathroom and emerge shaking down a thermometer. You stand over his bed. "Open up Baby." He does. "Hold this under your tongue. I'll be right back in."
You head into the living room and change out of your travel clothes and into sweatpants and a tee shirt. You come back in and Adam looks at you with large little boy eyes. You check your watch and then pull the thermometer from his mouth. "Hmm, no fever."
"Does that mean you'll let me go back to sleep?"
"No, it means you get to take a hot bath instead of a cool one. On your feet."
He whimpers and pulls the covers over his head. You grab the blankets and pull them down to the foot of his bed. You move his feet over the side and pull on his hands. He stands with a groan. You lead him by the hand into the bathroom. You sit him on the toilet lid as you start the bathwater running. You remove his pajama top and lean him against the wall. After applying an ample amount of cream, you shave him. When you finish, you wipe the excess cream from his face with a washcloth and turn off the tap on the tub.
As you test the temperature of the water, you can feel him rubbing your hand in slow circles with his thumb. You smile at him. "Nice to see you're not dead yet." You give him a kiss on the forehead. "Stand up Adam." He does. Your hands unfasten his drawstring waistband and you lower his pajama bottoms to the floor. You help him into the tub and as he sits you begin to lather up a large sponge. You run it over his chest and arms, all over his body. Then you wash his hair for him. When he's all rinsed off, you help him out and dry him off. As he sits down and runs the blowdryer over his hair, you go into the bedroom and change the linen off the bed.
Soon, you march him back to bed, dress him in clean pajamas, cover him up and make him drink two big glasses of orange juice and a glass of water before you let him take a nap. While he sleeps, you make a call to his doctor and then a trip to the drug store to get the medicine the doctor recommends.
"Adam?" He stirs but doesn't wake up. You sigh. "Adam? Come on. I just need you to sit up and take this and then I'll let you sleep. I promise." His curses are slurred by sleepiness. You grin as he sits up, refusing to open his eyes. "Potty mouth." You take the dosage cup of green liquid and bring it to his lips. He swallows with a wince. "Sorry it doesn't taste better. Lie back down." He does so. As you move to leave the room, his hand reaches out and grabs your arm.
"Stay?"
You stand up, kicking off your shoes as you walk to the other side of the bed and climb in. You move to his side and embrace him. He turns over and slips his arms around you as he drifts off to sleep once more.
Two Days Later
The bright sunlight hits you right in the eyes as you struggle to wake up. You throw your arm up to block it. "Morning sleepyhead," Adam chirps from the window.
"Aaaaah-CHOO!!!"
He comes to sit by your side. "Oh poor Love. I'll run you a bath." He leans over and kisses your forehead…
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