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... shit.

Yeah, but... my head hurts and you're making me run out of excuses! I just have a smallish kind of pile to get through, and then I can go home. And it's not fair, because he said he had to scrub up, and I can't stop thinking about his arse in those pink scrubs, which I probably won't be allowed to touch ever again now.

Thank you.

Forget the work and just go home. I mean it, Aiden. Don't make me come over to your office and drag you away.

Any time.

But I'm just going home to a big house of nothing again. Cameron's not even home.

Where is he? Do you want me to come with you?

I don't know, he's just out. He's been acting strange, like he's avoiding us. No, you've got work too, and the pregnant thing.

So come hang out on the sofa at my office where I can keep an eye on you.

You make is sound like I'm going to hang out on street corners and sell my body.

Not quite. At least this way I can tell Pat you're alright.

Has he called you? If you talk to him, can you tell him I'm sorry?

No, he hasn't. He's probably too busy scrubbing in. But if I do, I will.

I'm never having sex again. He's going to hold out. It's not fair.

You're just going to have to grovel, and apologise, and kiss his arse like never before.

I've been such an arse. He spends all week taking care of me, even when he's working, and I've been an arse. I'm an arse. A big one.

Yes, yes you have. You have some ground to make up, love. I suggest you start by arranging at least another week off.

I have meetings... important meetings. Shit. Being away from work makes me sick.

Working too hard makes you sick. Are they more important than your marriage? Is there really no one else that can deal with them?

Yes, but I do it better.

I married a nurse. It's like he just looks at me and knows I'm not feeling well.

We all know you do it better, but sometimes it takes a real man to know when to just back off.

Exactly, so trust his instinct.

I backed off for a week!

What would you do if your other half did what I did?

Not long enough! You're still sick.

Turf him out onto the sofa, and take away his keys and his cell. But make sure he was warm enough, and was drinking enough fluids.

Yeah, but... shit!

She Pat did most of that this morning, only he trusted me to leave the keys.

You got no wiggle room on this, love.

Well, I love your husband, but he was a little foolish trusting you that much.

I hate being diseased.

I guess that's why he pissed off?

We all do, love.

I think you might have found the winner.

I don't think I know how to be a husband properly. In saying that, he gives really brilliant hugs when I'm not feeling well.

Just go home, wait for him, and ask him for a hug.

Am I allowed to do that if he's pissed off?

Why not? I don't see the harm. Most he can do is not give you a hug.

That would really suck.

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