𝕮𝖔𝖇𝖎𝖊 𝕾𝖒𝖚𝖑𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝕴𝖒𝖆𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖘

Sick | R.S.

[Fluff]

The rain was relentless, a constant drumming on the windowpane that matched the pounding in your head. You shivered under the heavy blankets, feeling the fever grip your body. Each breath was a struggle, each cough a reminder of how miserable you felt.

You heard the bedroom door creak open and turned to see Robin, your girlfriend of three years, carrying a steaming mug of tea. Robin's expression was a mix of concern and determination.

"Here," she said softly, setting the mug on the bedside table. She sat on the edge of the bed and brushed a strand of hair from your face. The touch was gentle, comforting, and you closed her eyes briefly, savoring it.

"Anything else you need?" Robin asked, her voice soothing.

You tried to smile but ended up coughing instead. "Just you," you managed to whisper.

Robin's eyes softened as she took your hand and kissed it. "I'm right here."

You squeezed her hand, feeling a fleeting moment of relief. But then the worry crept back in. "You shouldn't be this close," you said, your voice breaking with another cough. "You'll get sick too."

Robin's response was immediate, her resolve unshakable. "I don't care," she said, slipping under the covers and wrapping an arm around your waist. The warmth of Robin's body against your own was a balm to your aching muscles. Robin kissed your forehead, then your cheek, before resting her head gently against yours.

"You're too stubborn for your own good," you murmured, your energy too drained to put up a real argument.

"Maybe," Robin admitted, pressing a kiss to your temple. "But I love you, and I'm not going anywhere." She kissed her way down to your forehead, each kiss filled with love and reassurance.

You leaned into Robin, feeling the rhythm of her breathing, the steady beat of her heart. It was comforting, grounding you in the midst of your fevered haze. Robin's presence was a lifeline, a reminder that you weren't alone.

After a moment, your voice broke the silence. "Can we watch a movie together?" you asked, your words tentative.

Robin smiled, brushing a thumb over your cheek and kissing it softly. "Of course. Which one?"

"Anything," you replied, your eyelids heavy. "I just want to be close to you."

Robin reached for the remote, turning on the TV at the foot of the bed. She scrolled through the options until she found one of your favorite movies. "How about this?"

You nodded weakly, a small smile playing on your lips. "Perfect."

As the movie began, Robin pulled you closer, letting your head rest on her shoulder. She kissed the top of your head and wrapped her arms around you, holding you tightly. You watched in comfortable silence, the familiar scenes a soothing distraction from your discomfort. Robin occasionally glanced down, planting soft kisses on your forehead and cheeks, her love evident in every touch and glance.

Morning came slowly, the rain finally easing. You opened your eyes, feeling a fragile sense of relief. The fever had broken, leaving you weak but grateful. You looked up at Robin, who was watching you with tired eyes but a soft smile.

"Thank you," you whispered, your voice still raspy but filled with gratitude.

Robin kissed your forehead gently. "Always," she replied, pulling you into another warm embrace, kissing you softly but repeatedly on your cheeks, forehead, and hands.

In that moment, despite the lingering illness and exhaustion, you felt a profound sense of peace. You weren't alone. Robin's love and stubborn determination had seen you through the worst of it, and for that, you were deeply, deeply thankful.

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