“Now,” her husband growled at her.
Morgan mutely shook her head no.
Snape glowered at her, “it is going in your mouth.”
Morgan glared at him.
Snape leaned down over her menacingly, “open your mouth now. It is going in, you don’t have to like it, but you will accept it.”
Morgan continued to glare back at him stubbornly and clenched her jaw tighter.
“Now,” Snape hissed at her, “if I have to curse you so that you open your mouth I will,” he threatened.
Tears filled Morgan’s eyes but she kept her mouth stubbornly shut.
“Fine, you leave me no choice,” Severus reached out and pinched his young wife’s arm hard enough to bruise, when she opened her mouth to protest he quickly slipped the thermometer in. “Keep it there, or I’ll find a less pleasant place to use it,” he snarled at her.
A few tears slid out of her eyes involuntarily as Morgan hugged her knees to her chest. She didn’t respond when her husband wrapped a warm blanket around her shoulders, she just stared straight ahead and tried not to cry. She was absolutely miserable. She couldn’t remember the last time she had felt this sick, and she had waited too long to seek out a remedy from Poppy, now she had to ride the rest of it out.
She tried to take her mind off of it by watching her husband as he put away the clothes that she had left lying on the ground and threw on his robes before coming to sit down beside her.
Snape reached out to pluck the thermometer out of his wife’s mouth. “Still well over 100,” he informed her, “you are staying in this bed today. And I mean all day.”
“But I…”
“I have to teach unruly children all day, the last thing I want is to deal with one in this room.”
Morgan hugged her knees closer to her chest and pulled the blanket closer around her, but she couldn’t stop shivering, “why is it so cold down here?” she muttered through blue tinged lips.
Severus, who had made sure the fire was built up and had cast several warming charms, thought the room was overly warm. However, he still stood up to retrieve another blanket to wrap around his wife, “get under the covers,” he instructed her firmly. Once he was sure she was comfortably settled with a mountain of blankets over her he turned to collect his things and leave, “you will be alright down here by yourself?” he asked.
But Morgan was already asleep and didn’t hear him.
However, that was not how he found her when he returned from his classes late that afternoon. She was lying on the black leather couch in the living area, staring wide eyed at the ceiling, “I thought I told you not to get out of bed,” he said sharply as he set down a stack of papers on his desk.
Morgan turned to look at him, “I needed to get out of the bedroom for awhile. I’m sorry.”
Severus sighed, he tried to be understanding and patient. But he found it hard. He cleared his throat awkwardly, “is there anything you need?”
“I don’t want to be any trouble,” Morgan mumbled as she managed to work herself into a sitting position.
Severus tried to think about what he could do for his wife, “would you like some tea?” he finally asked.
Morgan looked up at him, “I’m not sure I would be able to keep it down,” she confessed as tears clouded her eyes. She hated herself for being such a crybaby but she just felt so miserable and had been sick so many times that day…
Severus gently moved his wife over so that he could sit next to his wife. Not quite sure what to do he wrapped his arms around her a bit uneasily. “Would you like me to have Madame Pomphrey come down to check on you?” he finally asked.
“No!” Morgan quickly protested, “No…” she repeated more quietly, “please, don’t leave me. I don’t want to be alone.”
Severus gently lifted his wife, complete with the blankets she was swathed in, “I’ll stay with you for a little while. But I do need to go up and eat in the Great Hall and I should stop by the Slytherin Common Room for awhile.”
“Oh… ok,” Morgan tried to keep the disappointment out of her voice as she relaxed against her husband’s chest as he carried her. She was so confused. And the fact that she was so miserably sick made it worse. She had spent most of her short marriage trying to stay out of her husband’s way, but now she just wanted him nearby. She didn’t know how to explain it.