Henry Cavill Imagines (y/n)

33: Sick Henry

You stood at the countertop with Kal sitting right at your feet while you chopped a very little bit of ginger to put into Henry's cup of tea. He's been quite sick for at least three days now, you're hoping that you're doing your best to help him and his symptoms. As you stirred the mixture you heard Henry cough pretty harshly, which moved you a little faster. Heading up the stairs you carried the tea and a bowl of homemade vegetable soup on a tray, aswell as a rag and icepack. Kal followed right behind you to help tend to the man you both adored so much. You entered the room and your eyes automatically averted to Henry. He was bundled under the covers with his head tucked deep within them. It made you sorry, seeing him in this state. You placed the tray on the nightstand next to his side of the bed and placed your hand on top of the thick comforter and on to his back. "Mmmm." He groaned. "Can I take a look at you?" You asked as you attempted to pull the blankets slightly from him. "Mhm." It seemed this was the only sound he could get to come out. Eventually, you were able to pull the comforter back enough to see his forehead. With a little more effort and a bit more help from Henry, you were able to now see his head and chest fully. "Oh Henry," You placed your hand on his forehead, neck, then chest. He still had a high fever and was lightly coated in sweat. "You're burning up." You frowned placing the wrapped icepack onto his forehead. His mouth was slightly parted, probably because he couldn't breath through his own nose. "You have to have a little something on your stomach," You said heading to the tray. He coughed and groaned, struggling to sit up without wincing. "What is it?" He asked. "It's soup. Just have a little." You grabbed the bowl and got yourself ready to guide the spoon to his mouth. He had enough strength to flash a very light smile. "I, i can do it." He grabbed the bowl from you and took three spoonfuls before handing it back to you. After that he took a couple sips of his tea. After placing the cup back on the tray, you grabbed the wrapped icepack and rubbed it across his forehead and placed it on his neck to cool him down a bit. "You need more rest." As you got up to take a couple items back downstairs, Henry grabbed a hold of your wrist, keeping you in that spot. You faced him and grabbed his hand. "Can you stay." He got out before going into a coughing fit. "Henry, I can't risk getting sick." You ran your hand through his hair, unsticking strands from his forehead. "Please...I need you here." He begged. You couldn't resist his hold on your wrist, and the desperation in his eyes for you to just be with him. You wanted to make him feel better in any way possible. So you went around to the other side of the bed and instead of getting under them, you got ontop of the blankets. Henry stooped down so that his head would be in your chest, and you placed your hand on the back of his head holding him to you. "Is this better?" You asked. He nodded and brought his arm around you, and despite the blanket keeping a slight barrier between the two of you, he got as close as he could. "Much better." He said in a low muffled tone. You smiled and held onto him as he fell asleep within your affectionate hold.

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