Title: Save Your Love and Care
Character/s: Arthur, Merlin
Summary: Merlin is sick and with the help of Hunith Arthur makes him his favorite soup.
Word Count: 412
Prompt: #225: Recipe
Author's Notes: None
Merlin's on his bed, surrounded by pillows and blankets pulled up to his chest. The cough medicine makes him feel drowsy, his eyes sting, are red-rimmed and his throat's irritated. His skin clammy and hot. Even drinking water hurts him. Arthur insisted he has to eat, get something in his stomach or else he'll be weak and his road to recovery will be bumpy.
He almost wants to throw a tantrum. He wants to sleep, not eat. He doesn't though. Arthur is being attentive, fussing and checking his temperature every now and then. It's nice.
"Okay, here we go," Arthur says, coming into the room balancing something in his arms. He places the overbed table above Merlin's outstretched legs on the mattress. "Food's ready."
"I'm not hungry, Arthur."
"You have to get some nutrients in you. The doctor said medicine, lots of liquids and food. And doctor knows best."
Arthur toes of his shoes getting in the bed next to Merlin, so close Merlin feels hotter than before. "Eat," he prompts, waving the spoon in front of Merlin. He takes it with shaky fingers and what he hopes is a glare. He probably fails.
"You'll get my germs," Merlin croaks out. While Arthur being close is comfortable, he doesn't want to be the one responsible for getting him sick.
"Nonsense. And if I do, I'll call work and say I braved a mortal strain of the flu all because of love and I need time off." Arthur's lips lands on Merlin's cheek, his own is colder against Merlin's skin.
"You're a ridiculous man, Pendragon."
"It's your fault."
Merlin sighs, stirring the contents of the plate in front of him. "What is it?"
"Butternut squash soup. Go on, try it," Arthur insists.
It's one of Merlin's favorites and it sort of smells good --as much as he can smell with a stuffy nose-- he takes a sip from his spoon.
"It tastes like my mum's," Merlin says delighted, managing a smile aimed towards Arthur. The liquid warming him. It tastes like home and winter nights.
"What a relief. It means I have hope as a chef. I called your mum and asked her to please give me the recipe and walk me through the preparation process. She gladly did. I think Hunith is happy knowing I can take good care of her baby boy," Arthur says.
"Yeah, you certainly can."
Merlin manages a few more spoonfuls, Arthur's fingers running in his hair.