The Professor|| Sylus

Care

Mei glanced at Sylus, who lay on the couch, his brow furrowed with discomfort. His fever was high, and she knew she had to act quickly to help him cool down more. She took a deep breath, steeling her resolve. "I need to wipe him with a cold towel," she thought, knowing it was essential to help regulate his temperature.

After a quick search of the bathroom, she dampened a towel with cold water and wrung it out. Then she headed to his room, searching through his closet for something dry for him to wear. As she rifled through his wardrobe, she caught glimpses of his stylish shirts—each more appealing than the last. Finally, she found a simple, comfortable top and hurried back downstairs.

Leaning over Sylus, she whispered softly, "Professor?...You have to wipe yourself with a cold towel, and you need to change, you're damp with sweat."

There was no response, only the sound of his labored breathing. Mei frowned, placing her hand gently on his arm. "I need you to change," she urged again, but still, he didn't stir. Feeling a mix of concern and determination, she made a decision. If he wouldn't do it himself, she would help him.

Mei carefully guided him into a sitting position, her heart racing as she reached for the hem of his shirt. She pulled it up slowly, her cheeks flushing as she exposed his beautifully sculpted torso. It was a sight that took her breath away—strong shoulders and abs on the stomach that showcased his athletic build.

For a moment, she was mesmerized, her thoughts racing as she tried to focus on the task at hand. Then she spotted the wound on his side, partially obscured by bloodstained bandages. Her heart sank at the sight.

Gently, she helped him remove his shirt fully, her fingers brushing against his skin. As she did so, she noticed how warm he felt against her hand, intensifying her urgency to cool him down.

She continued to wipe his forehead, she decided to move down to his abs, gently gliding the cold towel over his warm skin. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt the tautness of his muscles beneath her fingertips.

Sylus finally blinked awake, his eyes briefly meeting hers, filled with a mix of confusion and appreciation. "What are you doing?" he managed to croak out, the remnants of his fever still evident in his tone.

"I'm just helping you," she replied, her voice firm yet gentle. "You need to cool down and take care of yourself. Just let me do this."

As she continued to wipe the towel on his arms to hands, she couldn't help but notice the contrast between his tough exterior and the vulnerability he displayed in this moment. It was a reminder of how much they both had to face, not just individually but together.

With each stroke of the towel, Mei felt a sense of purpose. No matter the boundaries or the awkwardness of their situation, she was determined to care for him—her professor, her protector. And in this moment, perhaps, they were both just two people fighting their battles side by side.

As Mei finished wiping the cold towel across Sylus's body, she could see a slight improvement in his condition. "Now that you're awake, there's a clean shirt beside you," she said softly, pointing to the fresh top she had laid out. "You can put that on and get some rest again until you cool down."

She turned to leave, her heart still racing from the intimate moments they had just shared. But before she could take more than a few steps, she felt a strong pull at her waist, and suddenly she was being drawn back down to the couch, landing gently on top of Sylus.

"Professor?" Mei exclaimed, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson as she realized the closeness of their bodies. The suddenness of the situation left her breathless.

Sylus looked at her, his gaze intense despite his weakened state. "After you strip me of my shirt, wiped my top parts—you're just going to leave like that?" he teased, a playful smirk tugging at his lips, even though he was clearly unwell.