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NaibXSick!Reader <3

The start of my dumping with x readers
Contains: a small bit of angst, cuddling, Naib taking care of you
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Being sick for so long hurts. You were always this way. Aches in your joints, stomach pains, and so much more. Your illness has gotten much worse, once you got to the manor. You came by the promise they had to help cure the illness. To get rid of the pain. But in the past few weeks the illness has been taking a toll on your stomach, causing a lot of vomiting. On rare occasions blood came spilling out as well. When you got up most of the time you fell, and the fall would cause so much more pain to your body.

You were quarantined until you were feeling better by Emily, but this would only last so long before you had to go back into the matches. Honestly you never realized how much you missed someone's touch. Until you closed your eyes and put two hands on your cheeks. You know you're lonely when you have to hold your own face with your hands. Letting out a small breath and stood up, a little wobbly as you walked. Well maybe a little too wobbly and fell with a small thud. "Ouch, that hurt." 'Wait was that really my voice? Oh god it sounds terrible, I guess I'm too used to talking I'm my hea- did someone just walk into the room?'

You lifted my head off the ground and saw green. A green cloak. Naib, the mercenary. "Oh didn't see you there, don't mind me I'm living my best life down here. You can leave no need for you to get sick too." The male above you sighed and crouched down before looping his arms under yours. "Hey! What are you! I'm sick!" With a little bit of struggle on your part, only to not get freed. The mercenary of course had more strength than you.

"I can't believe I have to walk you to your bed." He mumbled as he moved you to the bed. "God when did you last eat, I know Kevin said you were light but this is too light.." Naib set me down and looked at you. Still in a little bit of shock he was still near you, due to the whole being sick and all. You looked away and rubbed your arm. "I eat, it's not like I have a good appetite when sick."

Wrong answer... naib looked at you with a glare. 'Oh god was he mad at what I said. I mean it was the truth but still.' You expected a talk about how 'you need to eat' or something. Instead the male just left the room, that response was probably worse. Looking at the bed sheets that were under you, the feeling of dread washed over. After a little Naib surely wasn't coming back, or telling anyone. That thought which was proven wrong by the male walking straight through the door and locking it behind him. He was holding a bowl and a spoon in it.

"Ok, if I have to go through rounds without a decoder who doesn't know how to kite then you have to eat this." He paused and glared at me, "so you'll eat this and get better and join matches ok?" The male obviously didn't know the time span of being sick was but that's ok, at least he cares? Does he or does he just want me to win? I sighed as the bowl was put in front of my face. Taking it into my hands I set it down on my lap and grab the spoon.

"I'm not hungry, and you don't have to be here to watch." The male groaned and sat on the bed. Naib did bring your heart joy when you talked to him and when he'd rescue you. Maybe because it made you feel like he cared, even if it was only for your skills in the matches. You looked at him confused, he raised an eyebrow at you. "Aren't you going to eat? I'll get in trouble with Emily and Martha if I leave anyways. So do what I asked of you and eat." His voice was fought unlike what it was like in matches when he was hurt. That's something for another time though.

You picked up the spoon and stirred the soup, it looked like it would taste good,,, if you weren't sick. Naib moved closer and grabbed the spoon from your hand. You gasped and looked at him. "I have to walk you to your bed and now I have to feed you soup, god is there anything else you need to have done for you." You blushed as his other hand put the bowl on your night stand. He sat down right next to you, brought you face to look at him and then got some of the soup.