A Wild Love

I Would Better Die...

The next time your eyes open, you're startled awake by the sound of loud coughing. As your vision clears you see that I'm turned away from you, my shoulders heaving as the coughing noises emit from me.

I look at you and tilt my head "a-are you okay..?"

I'm curled up in a ball, coughing hard. "A-ack!"

I get up and walk upstairs, already knowing what's where in your home. I come back and lay a big warm blanket on you. I blow on the fire warming it more. I walk quickly in the kitchen and start making some tea. While the water is boiling I put some medicine and sugar in a cup. I walk back and put the cup of tea in front of you

"Wh-what's th-this...?" I whisper, my voice most likely hurting. You also notice that my cheeks are painted a rosie hue, my breaths coming out in shaky pants.

"just drink it.. you'll feel better.." I nuzzle your cheek then lays on your side laying my wing on you again.

"C-can't...n-not l-like this..." I murmur weakly, slowly trying to hoist my shaking form up.

"woah.." I hold you down "what can't you like this..?"

"C-can't drink it..."

"why..?"

"I-I-it's common se-sense, M-" I'm cut off by other coughing fit.

I feel horrible seeing you this sick. I close my eyes and lift the cup up with magic and help you drink it slowly. You feel it already clean your throat as you drink. As you finish you feel the strong medicine slowly showing effect over your sickness.

I let out a weak sigh, my eyes directing up towards you in surprise.

I keep my eyes closed dealing with the pain caused by using magic. I put the cup down and slowly open them with a light pant "a-are you feeling better..?"

"W-why would you use your magic!?" You see my weak eyes fill with worry.

"I'm not the important one here...." I nuzzle you a bit.

"Y-yes, you are!" I cry, my eyes filling with tears. "You know you're magic hurts you! Why would you use it to life a stupid cup?! That's so stupid!"

I back my head a little laying my ears down in surprise you actually know about that using my magic is a pain. I look down a bit then back at you "because... I would better die.. but see you sick or hurt...." I tear up a bit too.

My teary eyes widen. "M-MC..."

I sight a bit and look away "I-I'm sorry..."

"D-don't do it again..." I whisper.

I lay my head down under yours.

I reach up and stroke your mane soothingly. "S-shhh.."

I close my eyes and start purring quietly.

I continue running my hoof through your mane, my head falling against yours.

I keep purring softly then fall asleep.

I smile softly, just holding you close as you slumber.

I just sleep calmly snuggling even closer to you. You feel that the medicine is curing your sickness completely.

I feel myself slowly fall back into slumber, my body falling limp.

We sleep together until the day comes and the sunlight light falls on us through the window.