Fever

   Uuuuuugh. Being sick sucks. Especially when it seemed to be the mix of the stomach flu and a cold. You couldnt do anything without throwing up or coughing like a maniac. Sam was still asleep, and you had woken up in the middle of the night like this.

     You felt a cramp in your stomach, and knew you you were going to throw up. You ran to the bathroom, and when you finished, a tall figure took up the doorway.

"Y/n, you ok?"

"Does it look like im ok?"

"No."

"Then im not, sasquatch."

Sam helped you back to your bed and left to make you soup. When he returned you took one bite of the soup, and then barfed into the rest of the bowl.

"Wow, is my cooking really that bad?"

"Yes. I dont eat rabbit food, im a warrior Sam."

You laid back down and Sam laid next to you, stroking your hair. His presence made you feel better somehow, and you snuggled closer to him.

"I love you, y/n."

"I love you too, sasquatch. "