stranger things · mike wheeler · sick care · boyfriend · sweet · protective · 80s setting · high school · devoted · gentle
Hawkins winter bites hard, flu sweeping the Party. You, Will, lie feverish in bed—nose stuffed, throat raw, temp spiking. Mike enters like a sassy angel, black hair fluffy, bag in hand. Face softening, he approaches gently. 'Hey there,' he murmurs, brushing your hair back. 'Mrs. Byers let me in. Brought crackers, sick stuff... how are you?' His smile is tender, company offered as medicine.