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Sick

Nose blistering and sore from frustrated blows of exceptional force and the well rounded edges of her perfectly sculpted lips rinsed of all natural and beautiful pigments, staining her appearance with a deadly complexion. Her cheeks were sunken, like a statue engraved by an unprofessional sculptor. Her eyes lacked life, lacked emotion, only showing exhaustion and frustration. Her forehead glistened with a paper thin layer of sweat that posed as another layer of her through her slightly wrinkled face as she frowned drastically.

This is what stood in front of you; an extremely sick woman too stubborn for her own good. She's in extreme denial, refusing the offer to have some time off and rest her body.

She was infatuated, engraved with the problems of everyone else around her that she forgot to look after herself, an unfortunate occurrence of someone with a heart too big to handle.

"Stop- I can handle myself" Roseanne whined, her nose leaking uncontrollably as she wiped away at the evidence. "It's just a small- a small", she stopped mid sentence, covering her face as she let a wave of sneezes attack her with no warning or hesitation. She breathed for a second, catching her breath as her hand rested on her chest whilst closing her eyes "...cold..."

"Roseanne, this isn't 'just a small cold', it's way worse than that". She frowned at you. You frown back, but holding more force and strength as you weren't the ill one. Her eyes lacked the joy they once held merely just 72 hours ago and you longed to see that again.

Neither of you could decipher what the cause of this drastic illness was. Was it contagious? Maybe it's just a glandular fever? You didn't know, but that didn't necessarily matter at this moment.

However, getting Roseanne to the doctor was going to be impossible. The girl is unstoppable, especially when its comeback season. Whilst this was an honourable and useful characteristic to have in everyday life, right now it was simply a nuisance.

"Y/n please, just let me get back in there, I am completely fine" Roseanne begged, her eyes betraying her at the end of her sentence as they simply failed to stay open. "No Rosie, your body isn't even capable enough to keep both eyes open, what makes you think it'll survive dancing?". Her eyes immediately opened once you had said that, as if she was trying to prove something that was not possible.

"What do you mean, both eyes are clearly open. Move... please?" You could only shake your head at her words. "Nope, not until you get some rest". She groaned loudly at this, reaching for your arms and when her hand meets you, you shudder at the clammy feeling of her palm. It's not like you were disgusted or anything, you've touched worse after all, but you simply felt the urge to see your girl healthy again.

"Groan all you want", you smiled gently, grabbing her hand that rested on your arm, interlocking your fingers with hers. "But you're coming with me"

"Excuse me?" She grumbles, bewildered at your actions as you abruptly pick her up without permission, holding her bridal style to ensure her some comfort as you carry her around the building, taking her down various flights of stairs and out into the open world where your car waited for you, and subsequently her as well.

Roseanne tried to wriggle out of your embrace, but with her weakened body, she had limited strength and simply gave up before she fully tried. "Cute", you mumbled to yourself, but loud enough for Roseanne to hear. She blushed under your words. How could she not? You were holding her bridal style and called her cute involuntarily.

"Here-" you whisper beneath your breath as you positioned her in a comfortable position in your car. Despite making a fuss earlier, Roseanne was glad you were with her. She hated being sick alone, or without you. So you helping her be comfortable made her heart melt.

She watched with purpose as you climbed into the drivers side, engine roaring to life as you headed towards your shared home.

"I preferred you carrying me" Roseanne sighed after a few minutes, feeling slightly nauseous at the bumpy road as it made her stomach contort in all sorts of ways. "Would you like us to stop for a minute or two?", you asked wearily but received a small shake of the head. "No" she spoke shyly as she rested her had on your knee for some affection. She just wanted to be close to you.

"We will be home soon angel, try to relax". Roseanne could sense your worry, and it made her guilty for some reason. She hated making you worry.

"Okay" she spoke, closing her eyes as she eased up as much as she could for the time being. The car ride wasn't long at all, but it seemed to drag on for ages, at least to Roseanne it did. So when you finally arrived safely at home, she released a sigh of relief and tiredness. You were glad her stubbornness had finally worn off.

You quickly exited your side of the car, rushing to Roseanne before she could get out herself. You carefully held her as she walked with wobbly legs to your front door. Once you had opened it, she seemed to slow down her movements, her feet hugging and dragging on the floor. She held on to your for dear life, arms snaked around your neck as tightly as they could go. You made sure she didn't trip, but sensing her fragile state and the fact that Rosie was close to fainting, you picked her up bridal style again and carried her upstairs to your shared bedroom and into your en suite.

You placed her gently on the edge of the bath, stripped her of her clothes and began to run a bath. She needed it to get rid of her clammy skin. Once it was warm enough, you gently placed her in and began to slowly and carefully wash her. To Roseanne, the act was incredibly romantic and affectionate, one she would never forget. You always knew how to treat her with the most gentle touches, and she couldn't be more grateful. She loved you more than you could know.

Once she was clean and not sticky, you dressed your girl in comfy pyjamas and picked her up again. Roseanne decided at that very moment that being held by you bridal style was her favourite mode of travel. She would no longer accept walking around you.

You placed her safely in your bed, making sure she was comfortable before rushing down to get some water and a bowl just in case. You knew she wouldn't throw up, but you could never be too sure. You came back to see Roseanne in a little cocoon that she had made herself. Apparently she would always do this as a child when she was sick. Cute how some things never change.

You were about to leave to go to your office next door, having some things to sort out before tomorrows afternoon session with a client, before you felt a small vulnerable hand hold your wrist. Turning around, you were met with a small Roseanne with pleading eyes, begging you not to go. She was scared, she didn't really like being ill. And she was scared of making it worse and losing time to practice.

"Stay?"

"Of course"

Sliding in beside her, you held Roseanne as she shivered despite being warm in your embrace and covered in blankets.

"I'm sorry for being stubborn earlier"

"It's okay, I'm glad you're safe now and not making your body more exhausted", you said with a genuine smile.

"I'm just warning you, if you get sick because of me today I'm making you linger around Lisa. The girl needs rest and the only way is to make her ill". While the statement itself was slightly concerning, you smiled knowing that even in her delirious state, your girlfriend cared deeply for those around her. In the strangest ways, but it was the thought that counted.