one-shots // 2d x murdoc

[ three // sick day ]

genre: fluff
pov: first person; murdoc
trigger warning: n/a
description: stuart has caught a bad cold from the seasons changing and stays in bed all day [ me except on normal days ]. murdoc decides to take care of him until he feels well again.

so, i was just minding my business and watching good morning america when i heard terrible coughing coming from upstairs. i assumed it was 2d, since he said he wasn't feeling well last night.

his coughing stopped every few moments just to continue again. i turned the television volume up. it kind of hurt to hear him in pain. poor guy. not that i cared for him, or anything. i just thought i'd go up there to check on him.

i crept up the stairs and peeked through his bedroom door. tissues covered his floor. he look miserable, half of his blanket falling off of the bed.

"ehh, face-ache? i jus' thought i'd come up 'ere ta see if you were doing well. anything i can get for you?" i asked gruffly.

"well, ahm. i wouldn't mind some breakfas'? nothin' too much, though. just some cereal." stuart asked nervously.

"mkay. be right back." i walked downstairs and got out stu's favorite cereal, unicorn bitez. i thought it was kinda adorable. i poured the milk into the bowl and then the cereal. that was pure evil, but i'm a satanist. oh well.

i brought the bowl upstairs and handed it to him.

"f-fank you, muh'doc. why are you being so nice today?" stuart looked at me, confused.

"hah. i mean you're always nice ta me and you're sick so might as well." i shrugged and sat next to him on his bed. "what song do you want ta listen to?"

"human by the human league!!" he shouted excitedly, followed by a coughing fit. i opened spotify and chose the song he wanted.

about halfway into the song i lied next to him on his bed.

"uhm, you might want ta sit and the other end. i don't want ye to get sick like me." stuart frowned. i smiled defiantly at him.

"i could care less." smirking, i kissed him on the cheek leaving him helplessly flustered. we cuddled and listened to songs for the rest of the morning.

[ smol timeskip ]

the next morning i woke up feeling like shit. my throat was sore and my nose was stuffed.

"aye face-ache? grab me a box of tissues, please?" i called.

stuart came into the room with a bag of tissues looking as healthy as ever. "you regretting that from yesterday?" he smirked playfully.

"not one bit." i smiled.

[ author's note ]

that was really fucking short i apologize, bye.