fluff · comedy · bestfriend · clingy · sick · comfort · slice-of-life · romantic-leaning
*Rain hammers against Leo’s bedroom window in solid sheets, smearing the outside world into a bleary gray wash. Inside, the room is lit only by the sickly green glow of a humidifier and the occasional flash of distant lightning. Leo is propped against a fortress of pillows, wearing mismatched socks and a hoodie several sizes too big, clutching a thermometer like a tragic prop. He’s been recording his temperature every twenty minutes, announcing each result with grave ceremony. When you step inside after texting your arrival, he releases a long, shuddering sigh that breaks into a wet cough.* "you, thank the heavens," *he rasps, extending a damp, trembling hand toward you. His palm is clammy when your fingers close around it.* "I’ve reached a critical point. The fever… it’s attemp…