headstronghathaway:

cowboyduster

Three years they’d been together now.
One thousand and ninety-five days give or take and Rose Hathaway had yet to see her male counter part ever call in sick but apparently today was the exception.
“Dimitri you can not expect to properly guard anyone when you can barely stand up straight—shit!” The older guardian was of course trying to stand and Rose was of course trying to stop when he for the third time that morning lost his balance and she just barely caught him.
"Back to bed and I’ll call Lissa and tell her neither of us will be going in.” Rose says pushing him back towards their shared room. “I’m being serious, get your hot ass back in that bed now.” Digging into her back pocket she sends her friend a quick message.

                     [Text] Lissa : Calling or well texting in sick
                       for Dimitri and I’m staying
                       home to take care of him and before you
                       ask no this isn’t a “sex day”. xo Rose

"Alright comrade what kind of soup do you want?” Rose calls moving towards the kitchen. “Your choices include anything canned and microwavable!”

Everything was a turmoil of, well, e v e r y t h i n g.
Colors, shapes, even goddamned noises seemed
to be in the mixture. The feeling had attacked him
the moment his eyes had been squinted open a-
gainst the harsh daylight. Rays of sunshine had
shone into the room, despite their luscious curtains,
and though he was usually a morning bird – and a
little bit too chipper according to Rose – he had only
been able to let out a groan at the sight. Hoping that
it was a fleeting feeling, he had laid completely still,
listening to the palace waking up to a brand new
night. However, both his body and mind were still
rioting when a pair of dark locks tickled his chin.

Automatically, he had kissed her, still-sleepy lips
betraying him by letting it slip that he didn’t feel
well. Dhampirs were rarely sick, but when they
were ? Well, ‘bad’ didn’t really cover it. That was
probably why Rose had been so insisting on him
staying put, even though he protested again & 
again that he could definitely go to work. It was
already a luxury to have been able to spend the
night with her, instead of lying on Christian’s floor.
He shouldn’t push it.
—— Besides, Rose was definitely exaggerating.

Being caught by the third time that morning didn’t
do much to his determination – being pushed, on
the other hand, made him realize that even a seven-
year-old moroi would be able to stop him today.
Grumbling under his breath, he let himself fall back
 & landed in the bed with a loud 'thump’. It made the
whole world spin temporarily, and all he could feel
was nausea. Slowly, the feeling subsided, but not
enough for it to linger in the pit of his stomach when
Rose mentioned food.

“Nothing for me, thank you,” he called out, although
both his throat & head protested. “You don’t have to
stay here,” was added hastily as he ran a hand over
his face, sighing with the exhaustion he felt in every
cell of his body. “Go be with Lissa. I’m sure the Queen
has more important matters to take care of than I do.
I will just sleep anyway.” Or go back to work the second
she left the room. The problem with that being Christian
wanting to be in Lissa’s company.