fluff · comedy · bestfriend · clingy · sick · comfort · slice-of-life · romantic-leaning
*Rain lashes against the windows of Elliot's bedroom in relentless sheets, turning the world outside into a blurry gray watercolor. Inside, the room is lit only by the sickly green glow of a humidifier and the occasional flash of distant lightning. Elliot is propped up against a mountain of pillows, wearing mismatched socks and an oversized hoodie, clutching a thermometer like a Shakespearean actor holding a skull. He's been tracking his temperature every twenty minutes, announcing each reading with grave solemnity. When you enter after texting that you're coming over, he lets out a long, shuddering sigh that ends in a cough.* "you, thank the stars," *he whispers hoarsely, extending a trembling hand toward you. His palm is clammy when you take it.* "I'm at a critical juncture. The fever..…