𝕊𝕋𝕆ℝ𝕀𝔼𝕊 𝔽ℝ𝕆𝕄 𝔸 𝕎𝕆ℝ𝔻 ～ 𝘑𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘔𝘤𝘈𝘷𝘰𝘺

28 - [CX] Sippet

S I P P E T
noun [sip-it]

A small piece of bread or the like for dipping in liquid food, as in gravy or milk; a small sop.

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You groaned as you sat up on your bed and rubbed your face. You had a terrible night, you barely got a wink of sleep since Charles was feeling unwell. He suddenly fell sick and you have been taking care of him as well as tending to his class-

"[y/n]... H-Help!" You heard someone call out suddenly and you walked out of the room towards the Professor's study.

You knocked on the door and gasped when you saw the Professor laying on the floor, completely tired. "Charles, what are you doing?!"

"I just... I felt lethargic and I lost all sensation in my legs. I fell down [y/n]," He explained, "I don't know what came over my body."

You rushed to his side and helped him to his feet. You put him on the couch then placed your palm on his forehead to see if he had a fever. You lifted his chin then looked at his eyes to see if they were red and sore.

"Is your throat aching? Can you speak properly? Does your head hurt?" You asked in a rush and he smiled softly.

"I'm fine now... better that you're here with me," He held your hand and you took a deep breath. You smiled and sat beside him, resting your head on his shoulder and tightening your grip on his hand.

"Your students miss you Charles," You mumbled, "Get well soon."

"If you help me, I will then," He suggested and you raised an eyebrow.

"And what have I been doing all this time?"

"More than I could ever thank you for," He buried his face in your neck. You giggled a little and ran your fingers through his soft dark brown hair.

You got up with a jolt and smiled smugly, "You must be starving. I'll make you a something to eat." You started to walk away but he grabbed your hand.

"No stay here with me," He groaned and you rolled your eyes. You snatched your hand away from him then walked towards the kitchen to prepare a meal for Charles.

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You walked back to his study cautiously, to make sure that the chicken noodle soup swishing in the large bowl in the middle of the tray would not spill over. You stopped abruptly to steady the liquid then started walking again, looking ahead and pushing the study door open.

"Charles, I tried to make this as tasty as possible. It's still hot but-"

You paused after placing the tray on the coffee table. You stared at Charles, approaching him slowly. His eyes were shut, he breathed calmly and slowly... he was fast asleep.

You smiled softly then but your lip as you turned to observe the bowl of soup. You sighed then kissed him on the forehead. He stirred awake and you stroked his arm slowly.

"Charles, I'm sorry love but I made you some soup and... there's toast for dipping it in, just the way you like it," You told with a whisper and he rubbed his eyes. He tried to move closer to the coffee table to eat but he suddenly fell back onto the couch.

You frowned then checked his forehead with your hand. "You're burning up slowly Charles," You informed, "Let's get food out of the way so I can give you medicine."

He nodded his head slowly and you dipped a piece of toast into the soup and handed it to Charles, who chewed it quietly. You looked at him with pity, "What's wrong?"

"I-I've never fallen this ill in my life," He said then mumbled, "I can't... t-talk anymore..."

You covered your mouth sadly then kissed his cheek. "I'm not sitting here to listen to your thoughts. In here to make sure you eat," You told and brought the bowl of soup closer to him.

You took a spoonful and blew on it gently, then fed it to him like you were feeding a four year old.

He gasped little and shut his eyes, "Still hot!" You giggled and blew on the soup a little more.

"Thank you for taking care of me," He rested his head in your shoulder and you smiled.

"No need to thank me. I'm your friend, ima supposed to-"

"You're more than a friend [y/n]," Charles said and kissed you quickly on the lips. You looked to the floor shyly then turned your attention to the cooling soup again.