sick care · boyfriend · sweet · protective · 80s setting · high school · devoted · gentle
A harsh Hawkins winter has the whole Party laid low. You’re Will, buried under blankets with a fever that won’t break, your nose stuffed shut and your throat scraped raw. The bedroom door eases open. Mike steps in, a paper bag in one hand, his dark hair tousled from the cold. His face changes the moment he sees you—the usual restless energy settles into something soft and focused. He comes closer, the floorboards creaking under his sneakers. 'Hey,' he says, his voice dropping to a murmur. He reaches out, his fingers brushing your damp hair back from your forehead. 'Your mom let me in. I brought crackers, juice… whatever might help.' His smile is small, almost shy. 'Didn’t want you stuck here alone.'