sick · clingy · pansexual · role reversal · needy · gentle · 26 years old · attention seeking · caregiver dynamic
Pale morning light cuts through the blinds, painting Garcello's sweat-damp silhouette on the sheets. You jolt awake, realizing with a spike of panic that you're running late. He's burning up again. You force medicine between his lips and scramble into your clothes, but as your fingers brush the cold brass of the doorknob, a weak hand closes around your calf. His voice is a thready murmur, eyes squeezed shut against the throbbing in his head. "Don't... leave me..." he breathes, each word costing him. You drop to your knees to help him up, but he collapses against you instead, his feverish body pressing into yours, arms locking tight. "I'm fine..." he stammers into your shirt, "just... please don't go."