Disclaimer: I wish I owned these characters, but I don't…

Title: Bad Case of Lovin' You

Summary: Eli is feeling a bit under the weather, so Clare decides to take care of him.

A/N: So, in light of all the drama happening on Degrassi this week, I thought I'd write a cute little fic. Hope you like! And yes, the title is from the wonderful Robert Palmer song. Cheesy, I know.


Clare Edwards dumped her backpack onto the floor and slammed the front door behind her. She was exhausted after a very long, nightmarish day at school. Her English teacher gave her a 74% on a five-page paper that she'd slaved over. She had also been called out by her Calculus teacher for zoning out in class. And to top it off, Eli hadn't showed up to school and also didn't answer her text asking where he was.

She didn't want to turn into one of those nagging girlfriends who texts their boyfriend every two minutes, but she couldn't help but worry. Eli usually answered her texts right away.

He had been doing great, as far as his mental health goes. He took his medication and went to therapy regularly. Clare was always telling Eli how proud she was of him, and he would beam at her. He was much more like the old Eli nowadays and they both couldn't be happier. But they were also really happy before Eli became super attached and crashed Morty intentionally. Clare knew it was wrong to doubt her boyfriend because she really did believe he was better, but she couldn't help it. She worried for him.

Even though he assures Clare over and over that the incident wasn't her fault, it was his mental disorder. But, no matter what, there is always a pit of guilt buried in her conscience. Although Clare knew he wasn't in any danger of crashing any hearses on purpose anymore, she constantly feared that he'd relapse and wouldn't be so lucky like he was the first time, coming out unscathed.

Clare called out, asking if anyone was home, and was greeted with silence. She sighed and kicked off her black flats. She strolled over to the kitchen and saw the left over cupcakes that she'd baked last night on the counter. She lifted the foil covering them and grabbed one, picking at the wrapping. But just as she was about to take a bite from it, her phone chimed.

She put the cupcake down and pulled her cell from her jacket pocket. The caller ID read: Eli.

"Hey," she tried to sound as normal as possible.

"Afternoon, Edwards," Eli croaked. His voice sounded extremely hoarse, like he'd been yelling for hours before.

"Where were you today? I missed you," she said, becoming worried.

"I'm a little under the weather," his voice cracked and he started violently coughing.

"Aw, poor baby," Clare said, "Is there anything I can do?"

"Nah," he said, trying to sound nonchalant, but instead bursting into another hacking fit. Clare cringed. It sounded painful.

"Are you sure?" she asked, now genuinely concerned. She had never heard Eli sound so miserable.

"Yeah, it's just a nasty flu. And also, I don't look too hot right now. I'm afraid you'll call it quits after seeing me look so unattractive," Eli attempted to joke and coughed a couple more times.

"There's got to be something I can do. Do you want me to come over and at least keep you company?" Clare offered. Eli huffed.

"As much as I'd love that, I don't wanna get you sick too," he admitted.

"Well I feel bad though," she said.

"Tell you what, once this flu passes, I'll take you out on a spectacular date to make up for lost time," Eli said, sounding hopeful. Clare smiled.

"Sounds great," Clare said, "But are you sure there's nothing I can do?"

"Clare, I'm fine," Eli chuckled, and proceeded to hack up a lung, demonstrating how not fine he really was.

"Alright, if you say so. I'll let you rest," she said.

"Bye, Clare," Eli said, between coughs. Clare hung up and put her phone back in her pocket.

She leaned on the edge of the counter and sighed. She felt bad just leaving Eli to suffer alone. But it really wouldn't do either of them any good if they were both sick.

After giving it more though, she wondered what kind of girlfriend wouldn't take care of their boyfriend when they were sick. It made her feel like a complete bitch. She knew if Clare was sick, Eli would come keep her company.

Clare quickly ran up to her room, grabbed her wallet, and headed back down the stairs. She stuffed her toes back into her flats and walked back out the front door. She got her bike and started peddling towards the store.


Eli was awoken by the sound of his bedroom door opening. He sniffled and realized he had snot smeared all over his face and pillow. He groaned in disgust and wiped his face with his hand. He had already run out of tissue paper and was too tired to get up and get a new box. And his parents weren't home to help him out.

Granted, he hadn't exactly told them he was sick yet. They were supposed to be off on a week-long cruise, trusting that Eli wouldn't cause any trouble while they were away. But maybe they'd come home early. Or maybe he'd just been asleep for that long.

He was currently lying face down in just his grey boxer-briefs, with all the blankets pushed off his sweat-slick body. His sheets were soaked and he knew he must smell atrocious, if he could smell.

He couldn't even bring himself to open his eyes when he heard footsteps coming closer. He felt cool fingertips whisper along the back of his arm. The sensation sent pleasant tingles throughout his overheated body.

The fingers ran up to his shoulder, along his neck and continued through his sweat-dampened hair. He smiled and managed to open his eyes.

Clare's pretty, blue eyes gazed down at him, filled with love and concern. She ran her fingers through his dark hair some more, smiling down at him.

"What 'er you doin' here?" he slurred. He wasn't fully awake yet and was half convinced she was a dream.

"You didn't think I was just going to leave you alone, did you?" she said in her honey-sweet voice. Hearing her made him feel just a little better. Her cool fingertips ghosted back down his neck and started drawing circled on his bare back. He sighed and smiled. Eli wondered how he got such an amazing woman to love him.

Just as he thought he was starting to feel better, he felt his stomach clench, and he knew what was about to happen. Eli groaned and quickly reached down to grab his trash bin, which already had vomit in it, and heaved out what little content there was left in his stomach.

He expected Clare to be grossed out and leave, but she didn't. She stayed by his side, rubbing his back and planting little kisses on his shoulder. He heaved for about a minute, and then collapsed back down, breathing erratically, his body still half off the bed. He picked up a stray shirt from the floor and wiped his mouth with it. He threw it to the other side of the room, or as far as he could throw it.

Clare continued to stroke his back and rest her cheek on his shoulder.

"Are you feeling any better now?" she asked. Eli swallowed, and almost threw up again because of the taste in his mouth.

"Maybe a little. Sorry you had to see that," he apologized. It must stink like body odor and puke in his room. He didn't know how she was standing it.

But instead of leaving him because of the incredible stench in his room, she giggled and it was music to his ears.

"It's okay. And I promise I'm not calling it quits because you look like death warmed-over," Clare joked. Eli attempted to laugh.

"Thanks a lot," he said.

"Here," Clare said, "I have something for you." Then it sounded like a can of soda had been opened. Clare pressed a straw to his lips and he sipped, desperate for something to wash out the taste of bile in his mouth, and the taste of Ginger Ale filled his mouth.

"It reduces nausea," she told him. Eli swallowed the fizzy drink and thanked her. He very much appreciated that Clare always seemed to have a solution.

Eli pushed himself back up onto the bed and grabbed the can from Clare. He continued sipping. His taste buds surely enjoyed the drink.

Clare ran her fingers through his hair and placed her hand on his forehead. Eli closed his eyes, losing himself in the feel of her cool fingers pressed to his heated skin. But she suddenly drew her hand away. Eli almost whined.

"I'll be right back," she said, and got up to exit the room. Eli saw that she was wearing a dark red dress with a black blazer. He wanted so bad to grab her and kiss her, but he didn't have the energy. Plus she just watched him blow chunks into a garbage can. He didn't think she'd be kissing him any time soon.

Eli heard the faucet running in the bathroom across the hall. He had rolled onto his back and leaned his head back against his snot covered pillow. He grimaced and chucked the pillow off the bed.

A cold, wet cloth was placed on his forehead, after Clare pushed his bangs out of the way. Eli gasped and then moaned at the sensation. It felt like his entire body cooled down. He grinned like an idiot and looked up at her.

"Thank you," he said. She stroked his arm with her deliciously cool fingers.

"By the way, did you use the key I gave you?" he asked. Clare smiled and held up the thin chain around her neck, which held both her cross, and Eli's house key. He gave it to her about a week ago as a gesture that said she was always welcome.

Clare, in turn, gave Eli her house key, returning the gesture.

"Why didn't you tell me this was the week your parents would be going on their cruise?" she asked, concerned.

"I can handle a measly flu by myself," Eli tried to sound confident and tough. Clare saw right through him.

"Because you are clearly handling it completely fine," she accused.

"Sorry," Eli said, sheepishly. Clare's forehead scrunched up and crossed her arms across her chest.

Eli felt his eyelids grow heavier.

"'M tired," he said. Clare kneeled back down to his bedside.

"Then rest. I'll be here when you wake up," she assured and he smiled weakly and closed his eyes.

He was asleep no longer than a minute later.


When Eli awoke again, he didn't feel like complete shit anymore. He was no longer sweating like a pig and he wasn't nauseas. He opened his eyes and saw Clare sitting on the floor beside his bed, reading a book. Eli's heart swelled with adoration for this woman. He smiled and sighed. She looked up and grinned when she saw Eli was awake.

"Hey sleepy head," she said, bookmarking her page.

"How long was I out?" he asked. He looked out his window and saw it was nighttime.

"About eight hours," she said, looking at her phone's clock.

"You were here the whole time?" he asked, astonished. She giggled.

"Well, I did go back to my place to grab my book," she said, "And I thought you might be hungry, so I brought a little something." Clare picked up a brown paper back and opened it. She pulled out a cupcake with white frosting and a topping Eli didn't recognize.

"It's a cinnamon spice cupcake with cream cheese frosting and a Hot Tamale on top," she told him, "I made them last night." And as she said it, Eli stomach growled violently.

She handed him the cupcake and he immediately bit into it. The flavors exploded in his mouth, the spice electrifying his taste buds. Eli moaned and took another bite, without even swallowing the previous one. It was the most delicious thing he'd ever tasted. But maybe that was because he hadn't eaten at least 10 hours because he normally cannot stand cinnamon.

Eli finished off the cupcake in record time and began licking the leftover frosting from his fingers.

"Don't worry," Clare said, "There are plenty more where that came from." She held up the bag and grinned. She set the bag on his nightstand, grabbed the empty can of Ginger Ale and threw it in the trash

"I need to go to the bathroom," Eli said and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He stood up a little too fast and the room started spinning. Luckily, Clare was there to catch him before he embarrassingly fell to the ground. She wrapped her arm around his shoulder and kept it there.

"Are you good?" she asked, openly worried. He steadied himself and reassured her with a warm smile.

"Yeah, I'm alright," he said and she slowly uncoiled her arm from his shoulder.

Eli walked to the bathroom across the hall, did his business, washed his hands and face, and then went back to his room, where Clare was now sitting on his bed. She was fiddling with the bottom of her dress, which came to the tops of her knees.

Eli slowly bent down to pick up a pair of black sweatpants and pulled them on, trying to avoid another head rush.

He crossed the room and sat down next to Clare, leaning his head on her shoulder, suddenly dizzy again. He threaded his fingers with hers and tried to breathe in her scent, but his damn nose was still congested. Just feeling her skin against his would have to be enough for now.

"You know what would have made this ordeal a lot more enjoyable?" he asked, peppering kisses on her shoulder and down her arm.

"What?" she asked.

"If you had worn a sexy nurse outfit," Eli smirked. Clare threw her head back and laughed.

"Glad to know you're back to your old self, Goldsworthy," she said, amused.

Eli smiled and buried his head against her neck, and Clare leaned her head on top of his.

"You know I'm gonna follow through on that date," he told her.

"Can't wait," she said. Eli smiled when he felt the vibration of her voice.

"Come here," he said, scooting down the bed and holding his arms out for her. She crawled over on her hands and knees toward him and he pulled her down onto the bed with him.

Clare rested her head on his chest, just above his heart. She listened to the steady thump thump thump of the beats. Her fingers traced lines on his chest while Eli ran his hands up and down her back. He burrowed his face in her hair

She lifted her head and looked up into his bright green eyes, his features bathed in moonlight. He reached his other hand up and carded his fingers through her curls. Clare leaned up to kiss him, but he stopped her.

"No way am I gonna be responsible for getting you sick," he said. She grinned wickedly and settled for kissing along his jawline and down his neck. Eli practically purred.

Eli kissed the top of her head and he thought he could just almost smell her vanilla shampoo.

"Goodnight, love," Eli said. He stayed awake until Clare's breathing slowed and her hand went slack against his chest.

Soon after, Eli was lulled back to sleep by the sound of her breathing.

This is going to be a possible two-shot.

Meh, I just really felt like writing something because I haven't in a while. I think I might be getting rusty...