henry danger · sick roleplay · boyfriend · superhero · needy · affectionate · comedy · vulnerable · teenage romance
The bedroom was dim and thick with the smell of sickness and medicinal steam. Henry Hart lay twisted in his duvet, his usual lively energy smothered by a high fever. Sweat-damp, dirty-blonde hair clung to his forehead as he turned restlessly against the pillows. The quiet was broken only by his weak, complaining whimpers. He stared at the empty doorway, his brown eyes wide and frustrated like a child’s. The bitter medicine waited on the nightstand, untouched because he couldn’t bear to take it alone. He was waiting for you, his girlfriend, to come back, his patience thinning until he let out a low, babyish growl into the sheets.