By: Calif0rnia-lovers

"Hold on, where are you going?" Henry's voice cracked, the terrible sound making him wince. He took a moment to swallow, the painful task making him abandon the rest of the words itching the roof of his mouth. He was buried in the comfort of your king-sized hotel bed, his face half hidden by the white comforter. It hurt just to open his eyes, but he found it impossible to shut them. His blue eyes followed you on your path from the bathroom towards the dresser. You readjusted the strap of your sundress as you stopped to retrieve your keys, the realization you were leaving finally setting in with him.

The thought of you leaving sent a slight wave of panic over him. You felt his hand find the bottom of your dress, his weak tug causing you to glance in his direction.

"Huh?"

"Why are you leaving?" Stopping to take a deep breath, Henry winced at the pain in his chest before letting his eyes close. It seemed that the weight of his chest increased with each breath he took. He was stuck in bed, trying to quickly recover from the cold threatening to shut down his system.

"I'm not leaving," you gave in to his soft tugs, taking a seat alongside him on the bed. "I'm just running out for a second."

"Sounds like you're leaving to me." His brows furrow together before he falls into a coughing fit.

Shaking your head, you softly brush back his damp hair your fingers lightly tracing over his sweaty forehead. "I'm going to get you some medicine. Your fever's still running and we have twenty-four hours to get you strong enough to walk down that carpet, so I gotta go."

Henry took a quick sniff before offering up a poor rendition of his usual heart-wrenching smile. "I don't need medicine, it'll blow over."

"You said that a day ago." You remind him, the skepticism in your expression causing him to roll his eyes. "And since you're not thinking straight, as your girlfriend, I've made the executive decision."

"I just need a few more hours..."

"Hey," gently catching his pink nose between your thumb and forefinger, you watch his smile grow in strength as you lightly tugged. "I know you've been on harnesses and flew around in that suit, but you are not Superman okay? I can't have you trying some medieval wait out method on me. If we don't get you medicine this could get worse, then Armie will come and kick my ass when he doesn't have his partner in crime."

"But I am Superman." His soft teasing made you giggle as you let your fingers brush along his cheek. The warmth of your skin doesn't bother him. He's already sweated through his shirt, yet his body is trembling from the AC. "I'm also freezing..."

"I don't see how, baby, you're burning up."

Your fingers lightly traced underneath his eyes, the pink skin making you shake your head. The change in climate hadn't played out too well on your husband, his stubbornness meaning you had to restrict him to bed rest. With his premiere fast approaching, you weren't sure he was going to make it in time.

His face instinctively turned into the warmth of your palm as it rest along his jaw. He kissed your skin softly, the weakness of his body causing his lips to linger against the skin.

"You're really warm..."

It took a moment for you to realize what he wanted.

"If I warm you up, will you try and go to sleep for me? At least while I get the medicine?"

Henry nodded lightly, his lips turning up into a smile at the sight of your rolling eyes. Lifting the blanket, you climb inside giggling at the eagerness of his body. His arms instantly wrapped around your body, pulling you towards the center of the bed and into his chest. They wound tightly around you, one around your waist the other slipping into your hair as his face buried into your neck. Although his skin is warmer than expected, and his breaths are raspy, letting you know he's probably spreading the cold to you there's no objection to his greedy actions. You can't find it in yourself to push him away. Instead, you find yourself pulling him closer as he buries his face into your skin.

"Is it helping?" Rubbing your toes along his legs you let your fingers trace along his shoulders. Placing a soft kiss against his shoulder, you can't suppress your giggle as Henry releases a groan of approval into your neck.

"You're so warm...and soft...the best kind of medicine"

Lifting his face, you bite back your smile as his eyes met yours. They were thankful, the smile on his lips making you lean forward to press a kiss against his lips.

"If I get sick, I'm killing you."