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Characters: Adam Rove and Joan Girardi
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Het
Summary: Joan caught whatever Adam had, and she inadvertently wakes him in the night
Character Age: approximately 25
Joaniverse: Could be Butterflies, see also "I is for Irritated"

The sound that woke Adam was not a pleasant one. He groggily opened his eyes to listen to Joan coughing next to him, the muscle spasms in her chest making their bed shake a little. He was mad at her waking him for only a split second before his brain functionality kicked in.

"Jane," he whispered.

When she caught her breath, she whispered back, "Shit, I woke you. Again."

"It's okay."

"No, it's not okay. I'm sick of this. I just wanna stop coughing, but I can't. I think I need to see the doctor after all." Her last words melted into another coughing fit.

He got out of bed and went downstairs. She wasn't quick enough to protest.

He came back five minutes later with a steaming mug in his hand, which he put on her bedside table.

"Here, drink this. It'll soothe your throat."

It was the herbal tea she had bought at the drugstore just two days before, the one that was supposed to help with a cough.

As she carefully sipped at the tea, he went into the bathroom and came back to crouch down next to her. In his palm she saw two tablets. "These are supposed to help too."

She just nodded, having moved into a sitting position. Her glance fell on the clock on her nightstand. "Shit," she muttered, "Honey, it's 3:30 AM. This shouldn't be happening. We should both be fast asleep."

He placed something on his own nightstand before he went back to lie down next to her. "Don't worry about it," he said in a low voice. "It's not your fault."

Half-jokingly, she said, "No, but it's yours. Kinda."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you gave this to me, didn't youwhatever bug it was that you brought home last week."

He smiled an apologetic smile. "Guilty as charged." He leaned over to give her a soothing kiss on the lips. "I'm sorry."

She sighed and reached for the mug on her nightstand again. Taking another sip of tea, she told him, "You should go back to sleep, I'll be okay now."

He looked at her, then said to her, "Lie on your belly."

"What? Why?"

"Just do it."

"Okay," she relented, following his instruction.

He carefully moved her t-shirt up so that her back was exposed. He was fumbling with something and soon the aroma of menthol wafted into her nose. She felt his hands slowly rubbing the oily ointment onto her back.

He wasn't massaging her, but she still relaxed to the touch, to his warm hands on her body. When he had spread the menthol ointment enough, he bent down to softly kiss her neck. "That should help as well."

"I smell like a medicine cabinet," she muttered.

He breathed in through his nose. "I don't mind. I kinda like it."

She felt her eyes getting droopy and reached for the pills on her nightstand. She swallowed them with some of the tea.

"Let's try to catch some more sleep," she said tiredly. She reached out to softly touch his cheek. "Good night, Honey."

"Good night, Jane," he whispered and closed his eyes.


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