Sophie wandered to her locker. Her head was pounding, and she was getting congested. She felt perfectly fine that morning. But around the middle of math class, she began feeling bad.
She grabbed her book and closed the door, leaning her forehead against it. The cool mettle felt nice against her skin.
Someone wrapped their arms around her from her from behind. They propped their head on top of hers.
"Hey, Foster," Keefe said.
"Hey," she mumbled miserably.
"Wow, history class kicking your butt?"
She turned around and slid into his arms. She buried her face in his chest.
"Foster?" His voice had turned into protective mode. "Everything alright?"
She shook her head.
"What's wrong?"
She sniffled. "I'm not feeling good."
"Oh." He felt her forehead. "Do you want to go to the nurse."
She nodded, wiggling back into his arms. He gently kissed her forehead, then turned to lead her to the nurses office.
Sophie was lying on the couch the next day, drifting in and out of sleep. The sounds and colors of the TV had long turned to illegible mush. So much so that she didn't realize there was a knock at the door at first.
It wasn't until the third knock that she finally got up to answer it. She opened the door to find Keefe standing there. His hair was messier, and he was in some pajamas.
She yawned. "Why aren't you in school?"
He gave her a sleepy smile. "I think you got me sick."
Sophie suddenly felt really bad. "Sorry. I didn't mean-"
He shrugged. "It's fine. I was looking for an excuse to ditch. Just figured I could come over and we could be miserable together."
She laughed despite her headache. "Alright, come on in. I was trying to take a nap on the couch.
"I didn't see any cars outside. Are your parents home?" He asked.
"Dad's at work, and Mom went to get groceries," she explained.
Sophie went back to the couch. Keefe flopped next to her, taking her blanket for himself.
"Hey! Give that back," she complained.
"I'm cold," he whined.
"I am too!"
He rolled his eyes. "I guess I can share with you."
"You better," she murmured as he wrapped his arms around her, practically lying on top of her.
"What's on TV," Keefe asked once they had gotten settled.
"Not sure. Wasn't paying attention."
He yawned and adjusted his position, pinning Sophie to the couch. She squirmed, freeing her arms.
She gently ran her hands through his hair. He made a noise of approval.
Sophie couldn't help but poke fun at him. "What happened to not touching your hair?"
"It's not done right now. You are allowed to touch if I've already got bedhead."
"Oh yeah?" She continued to ruffle through his hair. She was surprised at how fluffy it was. "How is it so soft?"
He lifted his head and smirked. "Like I'd expose my secrets."
He laid his head back down, nuzzling his face in the crook of her neck. He held her tighter, restricting her movement.
"Are you going to keep me from breathing?" She had to ask.
"Yup."
She snorted. "Clingy."
"Snuggly," he corrected.
She huffed. "At least be useful and hand me a tissue."
Keefe reached over to the coffee table and grabbed one, handing it to her. She took it and blew her nose.
After a few more minutes, Sophie felt herself starting to nod off. She moved as much as she could into a more comfortable position. Keefe looked up and smiled at her. He reached up to stroke her face as darkness claimed her.
She woke up with a kiss on her forehead. She opened her eyes to find Edaline crouched over her.
"Mom?" She mumbled.
"Hi, sweetie," she whispered. "Feeling any better?"
"A little."
"Good." She looked down at Keefe. "Shouldn’t he be at school?"
"He got sick too." She glanced down at him, conked out on top of her. He was snoring surprisingly loud for looking so peaceful.
Edaline felt his forehead. "Is something going around?"
Sophie had to laugh at the situation. "No. He got it from me."
"Ah, that makes sense." She stood. "I'll be doing some chores around the house if you need me. Also got you some water on the coffee table."
"Thank you."
"Of course."
When Edaline walked off, she attempted to reach for the cup. She wasn't able to get to it. She sighed and tried to push Keefe off of her. He didn't budge.
"Bub," she whined. "You're squashing me."
He woke up with a start. "Huh?"
"You're squishing me."
"Oh," he mumbled, but didn't move.
He sniffed and rubbed his face against her shirt.
"You're nose better not be runny," she warned.
"It's not."
"Cause you just wiped on me!"
He laughed, confirming her suspicions.
"You're not going to be getting up, are you," Sophie asked.
"Nope," he smirked, snuggling further to prove his point.
She sighed, accepting her fate.
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Broken Heart/Broken Mind
Random(Human AU) Sophie and Keefe met in the children's hospital when they were little. Because of how long they were confined to the four walls of the hospital, they became very close during their stay. As the years pass, they wind up being in the same c...
