TW// Sickness
Rosie groaned softly when she heard footsteps enter her room,but starting purring when she recognized who it was.
682. It was 682. She smiled at him as he handed her some cold medicine and water.
She took the medicine and drank the water,before 682 picked her up.
682 held her close in his arms. He knew just how sleepy she was,so she most likely wanted to rest in his arms.
Sure enough,that's exactly what she wanted,relaxing in his grip and purring.
He smiled.
[I hope you feel better,sister.] He said. Rosie just purred in reply.
He smiled and closed his eyes.
He would always care for her.
