Name: Ellie ... or Elyse if you're daring
Title: The Healer and The Husband
Ratings/Warnings: 1st-2nd years/excessive fluff
Word Count: 500 on the nose
A/N: My apologies in advance, barmaids.
Albus Potter woke up to a splitting headache. Actually, that was only the first thing he noticed; he could barely breathe and his stomach was about to rebel. The last thing he remembered was filling out a report. He hadn’t passed out, had he?
There wasn’t time to ponder the issue, however, as Albus couldn’t repress the bile in his throat any longer. Quickly grabbing the bowl next to his bed, Albus unfortunately had to witness the food he’d ate last night. It was after Albus realised where he was; St. Mungo’s. Bloody hell, it must have been bad. Honestly, though, it was the worst he had ever felt in his life. He was torn between passing out again and throwing up, until a blond blob of a healer entered the ward. Albus would recognize her anywhere, even without his glasses; she was his wife.
“Well, Mr. Potter, it doesn’t look like you’re feeling to well,” the healer said, a coy smile on her face. She had even pretended to check her clipboard for the name.
“Mrs …” trailing off, Albus pretended to look at the name on her uniform, “Piper Potter, you would be entirely correct.” No matter what, Albus could never resist that kind of banter. It was a competition between them.
“It seems you passed out at work. You have the hippogriff flu, Mr Potter, a rather bad case. You probably won’t be released for a few days,” Piper replied, maintaining her act.
“Healer Potter, you even work in this ward?”
“No,” she replied, smiling broadly. Piper’s brown eyes were still twinkling with mischievousness, though.
“Well, then, I wouldn’t hang around. I wouldn’t want to … infect you.” For a split second, Piper’s confusion was evident, and Albus took the opportunity to quickly grab her waist and pull her onto the bed next to him.
“Ack! Albus!” she squealed, but even sick, Albus was stronger.
“What did you call me, Healer Potter?” he replied cheekily, as Piper playfully swatted at his arms.
“Fine, Albus, you win,” she admitted, planting a kiss on his nose. “Happy?”
“Very,” he replied, returning the gesture. It was only then Albus realized how hoarse his voice was.
“You realise I could actually get sick, yeah?” Piper replied after a while, and Albus smiled.
“No. You got the vaccine yesterday. So did Charlotte,” he returned, and Piper made a face.
“Damn, I thought I’d got you. She was a bloody nightmare, though; it took three healers and Rose to hold her down,” she said, and Albus laughed.
“That’s my girl,” he said fondly. As a reply, Piper kissed him on the nose.
“I really do have to get back to my work, you know. I’ll send a healer over, though. Charlotte’s going to stay at Rose’s for the night, too.” Smiling, Piper stood up and kissed Albus’s forehead one last time. “Get better, love.”
Smiling, Albus just nodded. Maybe it was just Piper, but it seemed he was starting to feel better already.