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[virgocat]

"You've a fever." She says it decisively, taking her hand off his forehead. She's worried about him, but not quite to fretting yet. Caring for people is kind of her thing, and he is her lover. He's more deserving of her caring and fussing than anyone.

"How's the rest of you? Stomach all right?"

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[dontthinkaboutelephants]

He's sitting beside her on the bed, his eyes a bit hazy and his body hot. He honestly feels pretty terrible, but he'd much rather be up and doing things than staying in bed.

"It's fine-"

His stomach whines loudly, and he puts a hand over it with a wince. "Okay, it's a little upset."

Perspiration is building on his forehead, and his skin is hot, but he's freezing. His hand shakes as he reaches for his moleskine, and he's trying to keep his teeth from chattering.

[child_of_bhaal]

She's by his side every day while he's ill. She tends his fever, and makes sure he eats and has enough to drink. She usually falls asleep on the floor, or sometimes sitting up on the bed beside him. This time she fell asleep sitting on the bed leaning against the wall, adn then slid down to share the pillow with him. And that's where she ends up, curled up to him, snuggled close on the same pillow.