House of ghosts

Sick Snuggles

You woke up at 3am, Tuesday morning,
You had this Tuesday off
Due to you being sick
You looked over at cliff
Who had been asleep next to you
You had wondered how you two had became so comfortable with sleeping with each-other
Cliff had a box of tissues in his hand
He wasn't sick
He couldn't get sick.
But you were sick as a damn dog
Your spine ached,
Your thighs ached,
Hell your belly ached.
Your body had a fever
And you had thrown up a couple times
You grabbed a couple tissues and blew your nose
You groaned softly and got up
as you felt the sudden need to puke your brains out
Your thighs didn't want to contribute to walking,
you felt wobbly already from your spine,
And you had to puke.
Cliff felt you get up, and he got up with you
"Gotta throw up?"
You nodded vigorously
He grabbed your arm and pulled you into the bathroom, walking you there gently, wanting to minimize the amount your body aches bothered you he grabbed your hair and let you puke
You groaned at the feeling in your stomach afterwards
And cliff held your hand letting you squeeze it
"You okay now or.."
cliff said, gently putting your hair into a ponytail
Rubbing his hand gently on your back
in an attempt to sooth you
You cried at the feeling you had to throw up
Cliff knew you fucking hated that feeling
It felt so fucking weird and horrible to you
You threw up again, coughing while crying hard
"Shhh.. shh don't cry sweetie please, it'll get you more worked up and you'll puke more."
Cliff said as he pulled you closer to him on the bathroom floor
You calmed down and you felt the pain fade
You felt your eyes get heavy
"Just let me sleep in the bathroom.."
you curled up into a ball next to cliff while he sat and watched you do so
"No." Cliff said quickly
Grabbing your body gently, not wanting it to ache more from him throwing you around
He placed you on the bed gently and got in again
"Tell me when you have to throw up again okay?"
"Okay.." you said
as you felt yourself fall into a sleepy state,
you rolled over almost on top of cliff,
and he looked at you, smiling
"Do you want me to hold you?"
You shrugged your shoulders and snuggled to him
He wasn't warm in a sense, but his presence was
And that was all you needed
He pulled you closer to him
Spooning you
Letting his head rest on top of your sick one
As he gently rubbed your thighs, and your back
He didn't want to mess with your stomach
That would make you want to puke again.
Sure this was something a couple would do
But you and cliff were platonic.
Right?