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Imagine 002 —

Sick (Pitiful) Sevika and You

fluff & suggestive themes — men & minors dni

Sevika would be such a baby when she got sick. You’d have to check on her every 10 minutes to make sure she wasn’t having a meltdown in bed. It bothers her so much that she isn’t able to get up and do things like usual, especially things for you. She’d be restless, tossing and turning in the early mornings. Her body rarely being able to find ease or comfort unless you came in to hold her hand and press a cold compress to her forehead.

“You’re going to be fine, my love.” You’d say as you brushed her slightly damp hair back gently. “Just let me take care of things, okay?”

Sevika would groan in protest, but her shortness of breath would only allow her to scoff ever so slightly. Which would then turn into a cough and you’d shake your head gently.

“Open…”

Sevika shook her head. “I don’t need that. I just can sleep it off and”

You would cut her off for the thousandth time that day. “I said open. You won’t get better without medicine.” Your hand cupped under her chin and angled her face up to yours. You could see the pitiful nature in her grey eyes as she wanted to deny you the pleasure of taking care of her for once.

In your free hand would be the small cup of red medicine. You’d raise it up to her lips and parted your lips in demonstration. “Aaa~” you’d chime.

“I’m not a baby.” Sevika complained.

“Then open up and act like a grown up.” Your eyebrow raised and you shot her a smug look. “Or no kisses.”

“No kisses?” She’d repeat to you.

You shook your head in confirmation.

“You’re evil!” Her voice carried in a half hearted shout before another coughing fit. You’d make sure to lean back, grimacing.

“Cover your mouth…wait!” you quickly tipped the medicine into Sevikas mouth and made sure she swallowed it. Sevika made a disgusted noise and slapped the small cup out of your hand.

“You’re sick!”

“How’s your throat now? Still scratchy?” You hummed and stood up from the bed.

A moment paused between the two of you and she squinted. Of course it was better. She wouldn’t ever outwardly admit that though, but you knew it was true by the way she’d settled back under the covers.

“Uh huh…” you laughed softly before squatting down to pick up the tiny cup. “You’re lucky you’re sick. If you smack the cup out of my hand like that again, who knows what punishments I’ll inflict after you’re better.”

Sevika grumbled under her breath and grabbed her pillow. “No kisses?”

Once you stood up straight you looked towards your poor sick girlfriend under a pile of blankets. “I’ll blow you a kiss instead. I don’t know if my mean girl deserves a forehead kiss right now.”

Sevika huffed softly as she watched you blow her a quick kiss. You knew under the blanket her hand reached to catch it. After a moment she rolled to her side and let out a relaxed sound as the medicine worked its magic.

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