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The bed shaking and fast feet moving across the floorboards woke Sam up, turning over and opening his eyes alertly to address the situation.
Sam got out of bed and looked around for Punz after he realized that the boy wasn't in bed beside him, quiet coughs and gagging from the bathroom answered his question. He made his way into the bathroom and made his way over to where Punz was kneeling in front of the toilet to hold his bangs back.
Punz coughed and gagged a bit more, throwing up once more and spitting the rest of what coated his mouth into the toilet. He pressed the flush and stood up on wobbly legs, supporting his weak body on Sam's broader one.
"Feeling icky darling?" Sam brushed Punz's bangs out of his face then took a little piece of toilet paper to wipe his face from any drool and vomit.
A small 'mhm' from Punz and Sam nodded along with him, fully understanding what it felt like to be this sick. "I'm gonna take you back to bed, I'll grab you some things to make you feel better."
Sam bent down slightly to pick Punz up, hoisting the little onto his hip to take him securely back to the bedroom. He laid Punz down on his side of the bed and wrapped his body with a thin blanket before leaning down to kiss his cheek.
"Stay here, unless you need to throw up or pee. I don't want you passing out on me." His tone wasn't too stern but had hints of it, if Punz were to pass out or hurt himself by getting up unnecessarily he surely would panic.
Sam waited for Punz to agree to walk out of their room, making his way to the kitchen he grabbed a sippy cup and filled it half with apple juice and half with water. After the sippy was made Sam went back to the bathroom to grab some liquid stomach relief and a thermometer.
He took all the items back to the bedroom, laying them out on the nightstand beside Punz. "Okay darling, I'm gonna take your temperature first so we can see if there is more than one problem." Sam took the thermometer and positioned it at Punz's mouth. "Say ahh..."
Punz opened his mouth and took the metal tip under his tongue, letting one of his shaky hands hold the thermometer while Sam worked on other things around him. A pacifier and baby blanket lay close while a stuffed animal made its way into his unused hand, Sam working quickly and quietly to make sure Punz was as comfortable as he could be.
The thermometer beeped and Sam took it out of the other's mouth, reading over the temperature multiple times before sighing in relief. "Your temperature is normal, looks like you caught a stomach bug then." Sam put the thermometer aside and picked up the stomach relief medicine, filling the plastic cup up with how much Punz could take for his weight and age.
"I know it looks unappealing and you hate this flavor but I promise you this will help, it's gonna work to take the sicky feeling out of your tummy and make you feel better." Sam put his unused hand on Punz's lower back to help him sit up, positioning the cup where his lips parted. "Drink up and then we can cuddle and go back to sleep."
"Pwomise?" Punz looked between the cup and Sam with hesitance, debating if it was really worth it to drink the disgusting pink liquid or sit through his pain.
"I promise baby, I'll give you lots of kisses and cuddle with you for however long you want." Sam gave a chaste smile, feeling proud of his boy when he tilted his head back to drink the liquid. The aftertaste made Punz make a sour face but he drank the whole liquid with no complaints which made Sam very proud.
Sam put the medicine and cup aside, taking the sippy cup and placing it into Punz's hands. "Here, wash your mouth out with this bubba."
Punz drank from the sippy to rid of the disgusting aftertaste of bubblegum medicine while Sam took his pacifier and clipped it onto his sweater, working around him again to set up their standing fan to point mostly at Punz and taking extra time to fluff the pillows.
"Fankies fo' dis. Wuv you." Punz had put the sippy cup down, watching his Papa move around to make the room more comfortable just for him with adoration in his eyes. Papa always worked the extra mile to make sure Punz was treated like a princess, now that the princess was sick Papa was working extra hard for his baby.
Sam approached on the opposite side of the bed aka his side of the bed and laid down to face Punz so he could bring him in close to cuddle. "I love you too sweetheart, I'm just making sure you're nice and comfortable. Being sick and uncomfortable is miserable in itself."
Punz nodded in agreement before picking his pacifier up off his chest and putting the nipple into his mouth, sucking on it rhythmically while still admiring Sam with practically literal hearts in his eyes. Sam always helped him out during times like these, Punz both literally and figuratively looked up to Sam.
They both cuddled close, Sam brushing his fingers through Punz's hair and massaging his nape to lull the boy into a comfortable and secure mindset. Sam didn't even care if he got sick as well, the only thing on his mind was making sure Punz was healthy and getting better, not worse.
If Sam did end up ill in the next few days he knew that Punz would do the same thing to help, that's just what they did for each other. Punz would be Sam's #1 priority until he was no longer sick and feeling 100% better.