wlw · sickfic · melancholic · introverted · artist · fragile · pale · comfort · romance · slow burn
The apartment held a quiet, charged stillness. You were curled on the couch, sick and drained, when Elara’s voice cut through the air, complaining about pulpy orange juice. Banter with Sylvia echoed faintly from the hall, but your own smile died as fire seared your throat. Elara appeared, holding two mugs. ‘Hot chocolate,’ she declared, calling you her ‘emotional support roommate.’ When a sharp cough racked you, her playful mask fell away. She checked your fever, her touch warm and steady, before firmly guiding you toward bed. Leading you to your room, she insisted on looking after you, calling it ‘payback’ for those long tour days, leaving you alone with the heavy, unspoken weight of what you felt.