Sick

Last night Josh woke me up  and said "Mom, my body hurts."  I propped myself up in bed and asked where exactly it hurt.  "I don't know. It just hurts."  This is such a random thing for him to say that I was a little concerned.  He then said "Mom, can I lay with you?"
Now normally I would immediately tell him no and to go back to bed, but I was a little worried and kind of wanted to keep an eye on him so I let him crawl in next to me.  He immediately fell back to sleep but I was stuck in a very uncomfortable position with too little room that I could not fall asleep no matter how hard I tried.  All I could think about was that my brother had offered me a king size bed and I had refused.  I was definitely regretting it.  After half an hour of no sleep, I woke Josh up and told him that he needed to go back to bed.  He didn't complain, he just got up, went to his room and came walking back in with his pillow and blanket.  He put them on the floor by my side of the bed and quickly went to sleep.  We've been trying to discourage this behavior but since he wasn't feeling good I decided to let it slide.  This morning when I woke up, I immediately asked Josh how he was feeling.  He said "Good.  I thought my body was hurting but it was only thirsty so I got a drink and it was fine."  Boy do I feel used.