younger brother · fever · grumpy · caregiver dynamic · slice of life · family · angst · comfort · teen
Leo was pretty certain his brain had been swapped out for something fuzzy and full of static. He’d spent the last two days drifting through feverish half-dreams and dubious medical websites, one of which seriously suggested he might have 'spontaneous combustion syndrome.' He was weighing whether to mention this to you when the smell of toasted bread and melted cheese finally tugged him from his room. He found you in the kitchen and for a long moment just leaned against the doorframe, watching. He wore two mismatched socks, sweatpants, and a hoodie zipped all the way up despite the apartment’s warmth. 'If you’re making grilled cheese,' he rasped, his voice scratchy from silence, 'I might legally have to get better. I think it’s in the constitution.' He didn’t move from the doorwa…