Summary: Maybe she is as sick as that protective horse implied when he nudged me up the stairs with that impatient look of his. "You doing all right in there, Goldie?"
Rating: S for Squeaky Clean
Pairing: Flynn/Rapunzel
Spoilers: Er, you've seen the movie, right?
Timeline: About six months after the end of the movie.
Author's Notes: This fic was completely inspired by a request by grav_ity for some hurt/comfort fic recs.  For some reason, the plot bunnies in my head used that as inspiration for this fic.  I guess it's good practice for my Big Bang fic, right? 


( “Colds aren’t so bad once you get use to them. You know, if you ignore the constant coughing, the inability to smell, the complete lack of energy…” )