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Apollo loved his boyfriend, he truly loved him.
But if there was something Percy really hated, it was being sick.
His boyfriend was a terrible patient.
Unable to follow even the simplest directions, Percy was vibrating with even more energy, bouncing around and refusing to stay in bed and recover .
"Percy, you have a fever. Go to bed now." Apollo crossed his arms over his chest and Percy chuckled at his attire. "Kiss the cook? Which one?"
Apollo narrowed his eyes and warned him. "If you don't get into bed, I'll tie you up."
The god made some handcuffs appear and Percy said, his face turning disgusted automatically. "What the hell is that thing?"
Apollo narrowed his eyes. "Language. I'll make you put money in the jar!"
“I live alone, I would just take the money back.” Percy shrugged.
Apollo sighed. "Go to bed."
"No."
"Go to bed."
"Na-ah."
"What the hell does Na-ah mean? Just go!"
"Oh, you swore! You should put the money in the jar."
Apollo sighed. "I'm going to make you some soup for your fever. Go to bed, you!"
Apollo turned around and Percy cursed. “Don't you have anything else besides that apron?”
"Behave and we'll see how it goes." Apollo smiled.
When he returned to him, soup in hand, he raised an eyebrow at Percy and the spectacle he had created.
“Are you trying to escape out the window to avoid eating the soup?”
"Yes."
"You're impossible." Apollo murmured.
"And you love me for it."