Characters: Owen, Tosh
Written For: Challenge 462: Fever at tw100.
Summary: Owen’s day is off to a very bad start.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
Owen groaned as he assessed himself. Sore throat? Check. Headache? Check. Muscle pain? Check. Fever? Oh yeah, definitely. He flopped back against his pillows, closing his eyes.
Tosh breezed into the bedroom, looking better than she had all week. “Owen, come on, are you getting up or not? We’ll be late for work!”
“That would be a no,” Owen croaked out, peeling his eyelids open with difficulty. “Is this the thanks I get for taking care of you all week?” he grumbled petulantly. “I wait on you hand and foot and how d’you repay me? By giving me your flu.”