𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙢 𝙤𝙣 𝙖 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜

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of course you had to be sick the day of your important meeting.

my boss is going to be so angry at me, you thought to yourself.

your head was pounding as your lover shifted underneath the bed beside you. his tufted fur twirling in patterns. his beaded eyes slowly shook open, and he smiled.

"morning honey," he croaked, pulling himself out from under the covers by his string.

"hi," you coughed, obvious hints of sickness lacing your voice.

"are you feeling okay?"

you shook your head as wormy lifted his tail up to your forehead, feeling the heat radiate off of it.

"oh dear, i can fix you up some tea and ibuprofen. you better stay home today."

you nodded your head as your eyes began to fell heavier. "okay."

you sighed, burying your face into your blankets, praying your headache would go away.

moments later, wormy slithered back in with a nice warm cup of tea and medicine. he urged you to take it, and you complied.

"i have to get ready for work," you croaked out, rubbing your eyes.

wormy shook his head, pushing you back down on the bed. "no, you're staying home. you're obviously not well enough to leave."

you let out a groan, rolling your eyes.

"ill make you soup if you stay home," he smirked.

"fine," you sighed, aware of how delicious wormy's soup was.