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gwyllionTitle: Sick Day
Author: gwyllion
Genre: Canon era
Pairing: 00Q
Rating: PG
Words: 100
Warning: None
A/N: Sick Day was written for the 007 Fest of 2019’s Fluff Prompt Table, using the prompt: Honey.
Disclaimer: I did not create these characters. No disrespect intended. No profit desired, only muses.
Comments: Comments are welcome anytime, thanks so much for reading!
Q’s head swam as if it were filled with cotton.
He coughed and spikes of pain stabbed at his throat.
He didn’t take a sick day often, but it seemed wise today. At the very least, he would spare his minions from contracting the flu.
“Look who’s awake,” Bond said, stepping into Q’s bedroom.
Q didn’t remember letting him in.
Bond pressed his palm to Q’s forehead, where a fever burned.
“M’ sick,” Q sputtered before dissolving into a coughing fit.
“I know,” Bond said. “I made you some tea with honey.”
Q budged up and let Bond play nurse.
Author: gwyllion
Genre: Canon era
Pairing: 00Q
Rating: PG
Words: 100
Warning: None
A/N: Sick Day was written for the 007 Fest of 2019’s Fluff Prompt Table, using the prompt: Honey.
Disclaimer: I did not create these characters. No disrespect intended. No profit desired, only muses.
Comments: Comments are welcome anytime, thanks so much for reading!
Q’s head swam as if it were filled with cotton.
He coughed and spikes of pain stabbed at his throat.
He didn’t take a sick day often, but it seemed wise today. At the very least, he would spare his minions from contracting the flu.
“Look who’s awake,” Bond said, stepping into Q’s bedroom.
Q didn’t remember letting him in.
Bond pressed his palm to Q’s forehead, where a fever burned.
“M’ sick,” Q sputtered before dissolving into a coughing fit.
“I know,” Bond said. “I made you some tea with honey.”
Q budged up and let Bond play nurse.
