You stepped out of the zeta tube, and almost fell onto your knees. Nausea built up, and you clasped a hand over your mouth, fighting the urge to puke.
"[Y/N], you alright?" your boyfriend, Robin, asked, worry lacing his voice.
"F-Fine," you replied after the nausea had gone.
He placed a hand on your forehead. He frowned. "You're really, really hot. Look, go lie down. I think you may have a fever."
"Robin, really, I'm fine," you argue as he helped you stand up.
He raised an eyebrow. "Sofa. Now."
You sighed, and walked over to the sofa and lied down. Robin left the room for a couple of seconds before returning with a thermometer. He placed it into your mouth, waiting for it to start beeping. He pulled it out and frowned at the temperature.
"You have a fever. Stay here. Don't move."
You sighed. You closed your eyes, wanting to get some rest.
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"[Y/N]? Come on, wake up," a gentle voice spoke into your ear.
You fluttered your eyelids open, and was greeted by Robin's face. "Hey," you said, groggily.
"I brought you some soup," he informed, smiling softly.
"Thank you." You sat up, and felt a blanket covering you. Probably Robin's doing, too. He sat beside you and lifted the spoon. You laughed quietly. "I can feed myself, sick or not."
"I know you can. But I want to feed you."
You laughed and allowed him too. The soup was warm and tasted really good. You wondered if Robin had made it himself. He probably had.
After you had finished the soup, he brought it into the kitchen and washed it clean. And that was when the wave of nausea washed over you. You ran to the bathroom and threw up. Robin came in and pulled your hair out of your face. You brushed your teeth after and he handed you a glass of water, which you gratefully took.
"You should go to bed."
You nodded, making your way to the bedroom. You changed into pajamas and climbed into bed, pulling the covers up around you. Robin came in with some pills. He placed them on the bedside table and told you it was for the fever and nausea. You swallowed them and laid back, wanting to sleep.
Robin stood up from where he was sitting on the bed, gave you a goodnight kiss and was about to leave--
"Robin. Stay."
Your own words surprised you. You had said that impulsively without thinking twice. He smiled, closing the door softly behind him and padded over to the bed, climbing in beside you. He wrapped an arm around you and you laid your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. You breathed in his musky scent and smiled.
"I love you."
"I love you, too," he whispered, kissing your forehead.
You smiled, snuggling into him.
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wow this sucked shit.
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