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If you knew anything about your husband it was that he took his job very seriously and not just that he was extremely prideful about his job, he found it extremely honourable to be an expert in the British Army's bomb disposal squad.

He did however also take immensful pride in being your husband. Because of him being your husband of course you knew everything about him and you also knew that he was very, very stubborn, he loved two things in this world, you and his job.

In your years of knowing him you'd never even seen him take a day off except for your wedding day and honey moon in the entire time you knew him, you appreciated his dedication but God sometimes it drove you up the wall so when he woke up ill it was not very good for him. He was absolutely boiling, beads of sweat scattered across his skin, dizziness and worst of all he was nauseous as all hell, naturally he woke you up to let you know what was going on but before he could even get a sentence out he had already began to gag up in his mouth. Instantly you rushed him to the bathroom where he gagged up everything from the night prior.

He assumed he'd feel better after that but no, he was still just as hot, nauseous and dizzy as before. You practically had to force him back into that bed, taking a bucket just for safe measure, it seemed like you'd be playing care giver today.

*And so now sat comfortably beside him on the bed as a miserable, pale-faced Will lay next to you, his forehead beading with sweat as your hand gently ran ove this muscular arms to try and soothe him. You knew damn well Will was going to be awkward about taking a day off but there was no way you'd let him go to work looking like a ghost.

"Are you even allowed to take the day off?" You asked sarcastically, of course with Wills job being so important part of you actually wasn't one hundred percent sure if he could take a day off without warning.

"Course I can take the day off..." Will said, your sarcasm flying over his head as he pressed the side of his face against the pillow, his words getting slightly lost in its plushness, his strong hand gently squishing the material beneath his palms.

"But that ain't gonna happen..." The Brit sighed, his eyes peeking open at you slightly, God he was too stubborn for his own good. "I'll be fine once I get movin', it's just a bit of nausea..." he said as he slowly raised himself up before being instantly denied as your hand pushed on his chest, flopping him back down onto the mattress.

At this Will let out a groan, he looked miserable. "I ain't missin' work, I've got things to do..." despite his words his body seemed to have given up, not making an effort to get up again.