(e/c) = eye color
(C/n) was sick which basically meant that you had to take care of an oversized child for the day. He called you earlier, voice raspy, saying that he was stuck in bed and needed someone to take care of him before his tissue mountain swallowed him whole. This left you no choice but to come over, as you knew that (c/n) would keep calling you until you came to his house.
You arrived to see him moping on the couch, covered in a pile of blankets. The trash can next to him was full of dirty tissues, and he had nothing else but chapstick and cough drops.
When he saw you walk through the door, he mumbled a pathetic "hi" before burrowing into the blankets further.
You moved over to him and placed a hand on his forehead. With all the blankets piled on him, he was only asking for a fever.
"(C/n)" you tugged the blankets off his body. "You're burning up like crazy right now. You can't bundle
yourself up like that."
(C/n) groaned at you and turned around, giving you some nasty side-eye.
You scoffed. "I'm serious (c/n). I'm going to get you a wet washcloth to place on your forehead while I run you a cool bath."
After you got (c/n) his washcloth, you started to get everything settled for his bath. While you were grabbing some towels, you heard some rustling in the living room but didn't think anything of it. You walked back to the bathroom, the rushing water drowning out any other sounds. Bending down, you placed the towels on the toilet. You were about to call for (c/n) when you felt a pair of hands slide down and around your waist. You turned around to see (c/n) with nothing on but sweatpants, clinging to you as he placed his head on your shoulder.
He leaned closer to you, trying to kiss your cheek. You could feel all of him from behind. For a second you allowed yourself to melt into his touch, not thinking anything of the current situation.
However, when his hot lips approached yours, and you could smell the sickness on him, you backed away immediately.
"(C/n), what were you thinking?!"
"I just wanted to cuddle," he pouted at you.
"After your bath," you demanded, pointing to the filled tub.
He reluctantly trudged over to the tub, tugging down his sweatpants and sinking in. His (e/c) eyes stared up at you, silently pleading with you to get in with him.
You shook your head no. "How about I make you some soup, then once you've washed up and eaten we can cuddle."
"Yes please," (c/n) said pathetically.
(C/n)'s fever was significantly decreased by now, and he was cleaner than before. All he needed was some energy, which hopefully the soup would provide. You handed (c/n) his bowl of soup on the kitchen table
(C/n) dug around in the bowl with his spoon a little before taking a sip. "Good soup," he commented.
You rolled your eyes. "Finish that up and we can cuddle."
(C/n) proceeded to shove the rest of the soup into his mouth as fast as he could (well, as fast as a slow and sick person could). He pushed the bowl aside, wiped his mouth on his arm before shouting "done!" and coming after you.
"Well, (y/n), you've done so much for me today. I think it's time you get some rest. All this cleaning and cooking and taking care of me can't be easy." He slowly guided you towards his bedroom where the sheets were all rustled from his previous night of little sleep.
You flopped down on the bed as (c/n) towered over you. He snuggled in between your legs, placing his face on your chest as his strong arms wrapped around you.
"Goodnight (y/n)," he mumbled from between you.
"Goodnight (c/n)," you said, placing a hand in his hair.
The next morning you woke up, (c/n) was nowhere to be found. Your head was pounding, your sinuses killing you. The bedroom door slowly creaked open as (c/n) peered in. He was holding a steaming cup of hot tea.
"Hey lovey, I got you some" - his eyes widened at your state - "dear god you look awful!"
"Tell me about it," you said. "I feel awful."
(C/n) rushed to your side. "Aw man, I feel terrible. This is probably all my fault. And I feel completely fine now too."
You glared at him, staring him straight in the eyes.
"No shit it's your fault! I told you not to kiss me yesterday!"
You started coughing uncontrollably, before reaching for the trashcan to throw up.
"Well," (c/n) said. "I guess it's my turn to be caretaker for a day."
"You're damn right."
