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"Prooooooowwwwll!" Jazz’s voice came from the other room. Prowl sighed, getting up from his desk for the third time that joor to check on him. He had spent more time catering to Jazz than he had working thus far.
"Yes Jazz?" he asked, walking into the living room. "What do you need?" his tone was patient, even if he was getting frustrated with him. Jazz was sick, and while it was nothing life threatening, he knew it made him miserable. The medication he was taking was making his processor fuzzy on top of that, and he had been stuck in Prowl’s apartment, pretty much confined to the fold out couch for the last three cycles.
Jazz didn’t do well sitting still. He had actually tried to escape twice already, despite strict orders from the medic to stay put and rest.
"I miss ya."
"I have only been gone for two breems Jazz." Actually, it had been slightly less.
"But I’m here all alone," Jazz pouted.
"You are supposed to be resting. If you recharge now, I can spend time with you this evening."
"I’m not tired."
"I’m sorry Jazz, I really do need to get some work done. I can get you a datapad if you wanted to read."
"No."
"Perhaps you want to watch a vid?" he offered.
"Fluff my pillows?" Jazz asked, ignoring the suggestion.
Prowl suppressed another sigh, quietly going to do as Jazz asked. The other really did not handle being sick very well. He imagined caring for a sick Jazz was not unlike caring for a sparkling. Still, he loved Jazz, and when he had been injured, the other had doted on him to the point where he had literally anticipated his every need before Prowl himself could. And considering he prided himself on preparing for every possible scenario, that was really saying something.
So Prowl humored him, fluffing his pillows, and warming his energon, and bringing him whatever he desired, even knowing he would loose interest in it just a few breems later.
Without complaint, Prowl fluffed each of Jazz’s pillows, then rearranged the blankets that Jazz had gotten tangled up in, tucking him in so he would be as comfortable as possible. "Is there anything else I can do for you?" he asked patiently.
"Cuddle with me?" Jazz asked, holding out his arms, somehow making his face more adorable and innocent than Prowl would have thought possible. Yes, just like having a sparkling.
Prowl was about to remind him that he had agreed to work from home so he could take care of Jazz, but that did mean he still had to work. "Please?" Jazz asked, voice small and pleading and-
Primus how did he do that? Jazz was normally so self assured and strong. Never in a million vorn would Prowl had expected him to become completely helpless and needy when he was sick. Still, Prowl had the distinct impression that he didn’t let just anyone see him like this. "Just for a breem," he agreed, sitting down next to him.
Jazz’s field practically exploded in relief and joy. It was as if Prowl had just agreed to stay with him instead of moving to Luna 2 as opposed to going into the next room for a few joors. Jazz tugged the blankets out from under him, almost knocking Prowl off the couch while doing so, but he grabbed hold of his arm to keep him there before somehow managing to wrap said blanket tightly around both of them and wrapping his arms around his waist.
Prowl blinked, trying to figure out what had just happened. For a moment he considered if Jazz was just faking it if he had had the energy to completely rearrange the both of them on the makeshift berth with such precision. But no, that wasn’t like Jazz.
The other was only half a helm smaller than Prowl, but he had snuggled down beneath the blankets, and his helm now rested on Prowl’s midsection as his arms locked to hold him in place.
With a sigh, Prowl sent a comm to his commander, advising he would not be able to return to duty for the remainder of the cycle. It was only too clear that Jazz had no intention of letting him go anytime soon.