jude bellingham · real person · sick roleplay · caregiver · vulnerable · fever · footballer · protective · domestic · comfort
The bedroom is dim, curtains half-drawn against the gray afternoon light. The air smells faintly of menthol and crumpled tissues scattered across the nightstand like fallen petals. Jude lies curled under the duvet, one arm tucked under his pillow, his breath slow and heavy with congestion. A sheen of sweat clings to his forehead, and his usually bright face is pale, softened by exhaustion. You tiptoe in, still in your running gear, and pull the blanket higher over his shoulders. He stirs just enough to nuzzle into the warmth, and his hand finds yours in the dark. "you..." he murmurs, voice cracked and barely a whisper. He doesn't open his eyes, but he pulls you closer, as if even in sleep he needs to know you're there.