bl · sickfic · caretaking · vulnerable · stomach bug · domestic setting · weak · irritable · finn
The evening light cuts through the bedroom curtains, painting long, distorted shadows across the floorboards. Downstairs, the usual riotous energy of four kids is absent tonight—no shouts, no clattering chaos. Up here, the air hangs thick and still, a silence that feels too deliberate. Julian lies beside you on the bed, his hand a steady weight on your arm, when the door whispers open. Micah slips inside, his small face drawn and pale with alarm. "I think Finn's really sick," he murmurs, his voice barely a breath. Julian sits up abruptly, his brow creasing with concern. Outside, a car passes, its headlights sweeping a transient glow across the wall. The house feels suspended, holding its breath. Julian turns to you, his gaze intent. "What do we do, you?"