Hope you enjoy this, and it’s not too terribly crappy!
This took so long to make because I hated every draft. So I just ended it with this. :) I’m very sorry and need a nap ohhh dear
All you had was a stuffy nose, there wasn’t anything majorly wrong with you. It’s not like you were throwing up left and right, passing out and overheating from a fever. You were just tired and had a stuffy nose. That’s all. Yeah, you were fine.
But the way you were aching and laying in your bed still, at 10am, said something different about your situation. Sweat beaded at your forehead, eyes heavy and throat dry. Your mind was telling you to get up and has been for the last couple of hours, but your body refused to do anything.
A soft knock was heard at your door.
You open your mouth to speak, but only a rough sound escapes your throat. Making you start coughing from the uncomfortable feeling.
The door slides open to reveal a very concerned looking Tech, his eyes meeting yours, and as they do his face drops. He sighs deeply. “See, (Y/n). I knew you were sick. You should have let me give you extra time off yesterday!”
You just frowned, clearing your throat to try and muster up an apology, but he shook his head.
“Don’t. Rest your voice, please.”
You nodded slowly, clearing your throat a couple more times while looking down at your hands. You swear you hadn’t seen him holding the glass of water a moment ago, but here he stands, in front of you with one hand on the top of your head and the other held out with the glass.
“Can I care for you now?” He chuckled as you took the water gratefully and drank it quickly, your small nose crinkling slightly.
After finishing, you lick your lips, meeting his softened gold eyes. Whispering out. “Sure.”
He smiled at that, taking the empty cup and jogging away. Being back in a couple minuets with extra blankets, tissues, some candy he undoubtedly stole from Crosshair’s stash and a couple movie discs.
He helped you set up a very comfy spot on your bed, gently sliding pillows behind your head and back, to support you, then he wrapped you in blankets and gave you some tylenol. To help with your fever.
“Are you comfortable?” He asks, brushing some hair from your face, his hand staying on the side of your warm face. Cradling your cheek in his palm. Sitting on the side of your bed. Honey brown eyes trained on your tired (e/c) ones.
“Mhm,” You hum sotfly, leaning into his touch. Eyes hazed but never leaving his. “But you didn’t have to do all this. All I really needed was some food and maybe medicine. A nap. Cuddles.”
A smile made it’s way onto his light features, “Well you know I’m extra.”
“I do. I do.” You chuckled, agreeing with his statement. Closing your eyes and smiling.
Tech stifled laughter and let go of your face, making you whine, but he just told you to wait. That’d he would be right back. So he walked out of the room.
Leaving you smiling like a love struck idiot.
He really did too much for you. And it’d be a lie to say you don’t like it. Earning this extra attention from the man really made your heart flutter even more. His soft touch and the genuine look in his eyes when he would say something to you, you couldn’t help but fall harder for him.
You’d given up trying not to.
Tech emerges from the hallway, entering your door holding a tray.
A tray of a whole breakfast course.
It had your favorite bagel, eggs, yogurt and a banana. Plus some kaff.
“You are too much, Tech!” You laughed, covering your face with your hands.
“I am, but only when it comes to you, (Y/n).” He replied, a mischievous grin on his features.