Price groaned, rubbing his eyes and blinking hard. Working on his paperwork was increasingly hard when he was seeing double and everything felt like it was spinning.
Sure he'd only recently got home from the 2 week long mission. But paperwork wouldn't do itself, he didn't want to do this when he woke up.
Besides, he'd had the sniffles all day. If he went to bed now, he'd likely wake up fully sick, and then he couldn't do shit. All he needed to do was get this all done then he could rest in peace.
Price glanced at the massive pile left. Yeahhh, this was gonna take all night. But he couldn't sic it on the boys, they needed to rest after the long mission.
He sighed, resigning to finish this. It only took half an hour more before his vision was blurring further, black spots dancing in and out of his sight.
It took him an embarrassingly long time to work out that the noise he was hearing was a knock on the door, and not an auditory hallucination.
“Come in” he called, wincing slightly at the rasp of his voice. He was definitely coming down sick.
The hulking great figure of Simon filled his vision, clearly having showered, in fresh clothes and a plain black balaclava.
He couldn't help immediately feeling a little scolded. He knew Simon came here to check on him. Simon had known him years longer then the other two, and naturally knew of his…. Less than healthy habits.
His lieutenants eyes narrowed “Go shower” he scolded, softly.
Prices nose immediately scrunched. “I'm fine, Si. I will, I just need to finish this.”
His words were not enough to get Simon off his back. “Go shower now, and sleep….. sir”
Price shot him a look. His tacking sir belatedly on the end of the sentence did not make it a respectful way to talk to his superior.
“I am fine, Lieutenant. You d-” He cut himself off, body apparently deciding now was the perfect time to burst into a coughing fit, chest heaving. The coughs dry and loud, making his throat hurt.
Simon immediately moved to his side, rubbing the captains back with a worried look on his face. However he couldn't resist a snide comment “Case in point, you need to rest.”
Price clumsily stuck up the middle finger as he caught his breath, huffing slightly, headache worse now. “ ‘m fine”
He then let out an undignified squeak as Simon seemed to decide to take it into his own hands, picking up Price with ease and slinging him over his shoulder.“OI! What the bloody hell are you doing you Muppet!?”
Simon simply hummed, walking out the door. “You need to rest. If you won't rest off your own accord, I will make you rest.”
Price growled, trying to avoid to worse dizziness at being moved, and how warm Simons bare hands were. “Bloody lotta good it'll do if you are bringing me away from my bed!”
Simon gave him a withering look. “If I were to make you rest in your own bed. You would get back up when I left, no? Therefore I am bringing you to my room”
Price huffs unable to really combat that statement, dizzy and exhausted, he just allowed Simon to carry him, albeit pouting slightly.
Simon was incredibly warm and comfortable and Price was so tired, so he just let him self be carried.
He did have to hide a slight snicker when Simon walked by Johnny and Kyle. Afterall he just considered this normal, with how well he and Simon knew each other.
But the other two boys had never seen this, and were probably baffled that Simon was walking round with the captain over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
Still he didn't have the energy to argue as Simon carried him into him room, setting him on the bed, before laying on him, much like a stubborn cat.
He knew price would try and get up otherwise, so he simply laid on him. And sure, price was a little peeved, he did have work to do, but he was comfy.
The door creaked open, soap quietly peaking his head in. “Wha tha hell?”
Simon raised his head at that. “He is sick and still trying to work. A dumb arse.”
Price resisted the urge to groan as both Soap and Gaz entered the room, clearly ready to scold him.
Apparently none of the boys were keen on letting him back to work. Gaz took all the work, finishing it up, and Johnny also curled up with Simon, pinning price to the bed, after making food to ensure he ate.
Price knew he really should be annoyed… but he was in a cuddle sandwich of hot men, so he wasn't complaining.
