One Shot Collections - Mo Dao Zu Shi

Colds

Characters:
1. Wei Wuxian | Wei Ying
2. Lan Wangji | Lan Zhan

Tags: Fluff, Comfort, Sick Character

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On one night, Lan Wangji sat in the Jingshi* with Wei Wuxian on his side, his head lean against his shoulder while Lan Wangji's hand rubbed Wei Wuxian's back with his left hand soothingly.

It was almost 9 pm, so they were getting ready for bed.

"Good night, Lan Zhan."

"Good night, Wei Ying."

And they went to sleep.

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In the middle of the night, Wei Wuxian stood up from the bed and rush to the bathroom. Lan Wangji who hears Wei Wuxian coughing harshly, decided to check on him. He got to the bathroom and saw him coughing up the bile, extremely pale. He rushed to his side to comfort him, rubbed his back. After for a while he asked if he's alright and he just nodded, too weak to answer. He went to stand up but suddenly he felt to dizzy, but thankfully Lan Wangji caught him on time before he fell.

Lan Wangji picked Wei Wuxian up and gently placing him on the bed before tucked himself in. Wei Wuxian unconsciously puts his head onto his chest. Lan Wangji's arms wrapping around Wei Wuxian's waist.

Wei Ying eyelids flutter open slightly, his head spinning and stings with a sharp pain. He can see the roof in front of him but the center is a blur. He tried to wake up but he started to feel nausea so he lay back down.

"Wei Ying."

He looked up to see Lan Wangji had a cup in his hand.

"Here."

"That's.."

"Chrysanthemum tea*."

Wei Wuxian tried to sit up, he reached to held the handle and drink it slowly. After drinking the half, he gives the cup to Lan Wangji and then laid back down on the bed and clutched softly at the pillow.

"Wei Ying, are you okay?" Lan Wangji asked again. His voice sound worried.

"I'm okay, Lan Zhan." Wei Wuxian tried to smile a little to make him not worried.

But for Lan Wangji, Wei Wuxian was far from okay. His temple soaked in sweat, his face is flushed and his body trembles from the shivers running through him. Lan Wangji sink his knees beside him and putting his palm to his forehead.

Wei Wuxian has a fever.

Lan Wangji then grabbed a cool washcloth and ran his hand to wipe his temple.

"Get some rest, Wei Ying. I'll be here when you wake up." He kissed his forehead and then make sure his head is propped up properly with a pillow and a blanket drapped over him.

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Lan Wangji was reading a book while he glance to the bed where Wei Wuxian was laid.

Wei Wuxian face are still flushed, his lips trembling a little and his eyebrows twitched. On his forehead there's a cool washcloth that has periodically re-soak by Lan Wangji. He closed the book he was reading, and stood up closer to Wei Wuxian. He then check his temperature and then stroke Wei Wuxian cheek with his palm, feel him warmth.

"Lan.. Zhan?" Wei Wuxian eyelids opened a little.

"Hmm? I'm here."

"It's to quiet in here."

"Of course. Just you and me in here."

"Can you play a song? " Wei Wuxian muttered softly.

"Mmn."

The sound of guqin* echoed in the room. Lan Wangji strumming the strings as Wei Wuxian fell asleep again with smile on his face.

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*Jinshi (静室): Lan Wangji's room.

*Chrysanthemum Tea (菊花茶): Herbal tea made from chrysanthemum flowers.

*Guqin (古琴): A plucked seven-string Chinese musical instrument of the zither family.