Once again incarcerated in Nathan's clinic and once again forced to sleep in that dreadfully uncomfortable bed; with a sight Ezra shifted and tried to find a more restful position on the lumpy mattress. His whole body seemed to ache and there wasn't a truly comfortable position to be found. He also couldn't decide if the blanket covering him was too rough or too warm or even both. Although he could understand Nathan's reasons for keeping him in the clinic, he would rather rest in his own bed. He detested being sick.This bed was a pain and Nathan really needed to get a better bed and proper bedding, a feather bed and some maybe some soft cotton sheets, if he wanted his patients to feel comfortable. The trick of course would be to supply Nathan with the necessary founds and to convince him that it was his own idea.
He lazily contemplated schemes and possible scenarios, not really planning yet, just wondering, toying with ideas and discarding them all the while listening to the every day sounds of the town and occasionally drifting off to sleep.
The sound of the door opening and closing softly and familiar steps crossing the room roused him slightly from his drowsy lassitude. He watched Nathan crossing the room and settling on the bed besides him. A hand briefly covered his forehead before cool fingers stroked over his cheek.
He smiled at the gentle touch and turned his head slightly into the caress.
"Fever's going down," Nathan said. "How ya feeling?"
"Fine?" Ezra drawled and grinned at Nathan's indignant glare. With a shrug he capitulated. "Drowsy, mostly. And everything seems to hurt. Well, everything except my throat, that has stopped."
"That's normal and I think you got the worst behind you now."
"If you say so." Ezra grumbled, as he certainly didn't feel that way.
Nathan only laughed and leaned closer, kissing him softly on the forehead. "That's the way with them colds. They take their time."
Ezra felt like pouting. He hated colds. He hated feeling sick and tired. He hated being forced to stay in bed because his own body wouldn't cooperate. He plain and simply hated this whole situation.
Nathan smiled and his thumb stroked gently across Ezra's lower lip again. "Stop pouting, Ezra." Amusement colored his voice. "A few more days and you'll be back to your usual shenanigans."
Ezra just sighed and closed his eyes. He hated it when Nathan was right.
Soft lips suddenly touching his startled him for a moment and then he melted into the tender kiss. The kiss slowly deepened and Ezra moaned softly. This was better than any other of Nathan's medicines. Maybe 'kissing it better' also worked for colds? He should offer himself as a subject for such an experiment. Nathan could do the kissing and observe if it actually would speed up Ezra's recovery.
Protesting slightly when Nathan finally broke the kiss, he glared at the tall healer. "Nathan, what . . .?"
Nathan shook his head and smiled. "Don't want you to get too excited there, Ezra." He rose and moved towards the stove. "How about some more tea?"
"I would rather have another kiss."
The look Nathan send him was answer enough and he settled back on the bed. "Alright then, another cup of tea if you please."
Ezra wrapped his hands around the warm cup that Nathan gave him and sipped the sweet fluid. The tea might not be as good as one of Nathan's kisses but at least it was a lot better than his usual concoctions, sweet and tasting of balm and lemon.
The tea didn't stop him from glaring at his lover who only smirked at him. "I'll be back later, Ezra, and if you promise to be a good patient you'll even get another kiss." With these words he left the clinic and Ezra once again was alone with his thoughts and the promise of another kiss. With a sigh he put the cup down and tried to find a restful position. As hard as it might be, he would have to try and be a model patient, no matter how truly uncomfortable this horrendous bed was.
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