𝚁𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝙸𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜

Fever

This part is short and wholesome!! Enjoy :)

It was 5 pm when you began preparing a meal for your love; Mick. He had been in bed all day and you thought he'd appreciate a warm, home cooked meal.

You made tomato soup, with crackers of course, and grilled cheese. A glass of water to go with it. The perfect sick meal, you thought.

"Honey" you knocked on the door.

You heard shifting, "yes, y/n?"

"I made you some dinner, love, please come downstairs"

"Of course"

Mick opened the door and smiled at you, still looking sickly. You smiled back, timidly. You were afraid he might've fallen ill with something far worse then a cold. Nonetheless, he walked eagerly to the dining room.

"Thank you" he said eyeing the meal.

"You're welcome. Do you want to eat in front of the television?"

Mick nodded weakly, picking the plate up.