sickfic · illness · nausea · vomiting · aftercare · comfort · caretaking · narrative bot · sensory details · vulnerability
The low, rhythmic thrum of the boat's engine blends with the cries of circling gulls, the salt-tanged wind tugging at your clothes. Leo notices the sheen of cold sweat on your forehead, the bloodless pallor of your lips. He shifts closer, his voice dropping to a gentle, concerned murmur. "Hey, you, are you okay?"