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[noburden]

He's much sweeter once he's given in. Her poor, sick Clive. Yet a part of her is glad that he has reason to simply stay put, to linger on her lap and let her run her hand through his hair as she closes her eyes to doze.

Vaguely, she thinks she feels a little tickle in her throat.

[rosarianoath]

Giving in feels, frankly, like ass. But at least Jill being tender with him is a consolation prize, and it is not difficult to reach back to a time where he was miserable and longed for such a thing. He sleeps in her lap for a while. Time doesn't matter.

When he finally wakes from another coughing fit, he keeps his eyes screwed closed and makes an irritated sound.

"Tomorrow I'm getting up," he says, making no motion to do so. "It's only going to get worse if I don't."

[noburden]

His coughing brings her back to the world of the wakeful, and she resumes petting his hair like she never drifted off. It's reflex.

"We'll worry about tomorrow once we're there, sweetheart," she murmurs. "Or is it so terrible to let your lady spoil you with care?"

[rosarianoath]

Sweetheart. He wishes he had the energy to stick his face in between her thighs. Instead he just continues to sag into her.

"I only wish to indulge in such spoiling when I can better spoil you in turn," he says.

[noburden]

"It need not be immediate. You may spoil me thoroughly in a few days, once you're well." Day has become plural.

[rosarianoath]

He does catch that, and he feels his optimism sinking.

"It won't last a few days," he says.

[noburden]

Oops. Jill brushes his hair back from his forehead. He's still so warm.

"We'll see," she says. "Our lives won't fall into ruin if it does."

[rosarianoath]

Clive yawns, exhaustion clinging to him in a way he can’t shake off. He blinks sluggishly. The pressure in his head feels like a bladder fit to burst.

“If I’m not better come morning I’m surely done for,” he says. It would have to be that bad to bring him down.

[noburden]

She's seen him sliced so many times she was sure he'd topple in different directions.

So, she's really not that worried about this, and soothingly rubs his shoulder.

"I'll take care of Joshua and Torgal."

[rosarianoath]

Her touch is so nice. He feels like he’s on fire.

“Thank you,” he murmurs. “I‘m sorry to burden you.”

[noburden]

"You're no burden," she reassures. "All you need is to rest, to allow yourself to rest so that your body can recover, and you'll be fine before you know it."

She presses cool fingers to his forehead just to offer him comfort.

"When you feel hungry, I'll get you whatever takeout you desire."

[rosarianoath]

He shifts just enough to wrap an arm around her thighs.

“I want a burger,” he says. Lack of appetite or not. “And I will try to rest.”

[noburden]

"I will get you a burger, my love," she says, though she doubts he has it in him to eat. "You'll have to let me go if you'd like it now."

[rosarianoath]

He likes her thighs and he fears being vertical, but it must be done. With some great effort he sits up, his head immediately spinning. He has the wherewithal to cover his mouth with the crook of his elbow as he falls into another coughing fit.

“Alright,” he croaks.

[noburden]

Terrible as it is, Jill is thoroughly enjoying this helpless Clive. How often does she truly get to take care of him without him fighting it tooth and nail, or trying to turn it into him taking care of her instead?

"Let's get you situated before I go." She pulls back the covers so he can lay on cool sheets, and goes so far as to flip his pillow over to the cool side. "Do you have any other requests while I'm out?"

She already plans to find him medicine.

[rosarianoath]

It’s so tempting to lay back down when she offers, and so he does, crawling into place clumsily. His head hits the pillow and he closes his eyes immediately.

“A beer,” he mutters.

[noburden]

She's going to get him those colorful drinks Nero gave Joshua.

"Anything for you, my love," she says, and leans down to give his mop of hair a kiss before heading out. She's gone for the better part of an hour, not really used to nursing the sick, especially here, especially Clive, but she returns with a plastic bag of supplies and a paper bag containing a burger. And fries.

Quietly, she creeps back into the bedroom, hoping Clive is asleep.

[rosarianoath]

Clive is, regretfully, not in bed, but fortunately he also has not made his way downstairs to do the gardening.

He is in the bathroom, sitting on the floor with his back against the wall opposite the toilet. Unspeakable things have happened to that toilet, and flushing it has not spared the splatters off the side. Unsurprisingly, the whole room smells of vomit. He is damp with sweat.

"I'm fine," he says, embarrassed.

[noburden]

Oh, no. The smell hits her before she sees Clive, and she's glad she'd dropped the bags on the nightstand before checking for Clive in the bathroom. It's been some time since she's smelled anything so ripe.

"Clive," she says, a little worried by now. She kneels beside him to push back his damp hair, and... wipe his chin with her thumb. "My sweetheart, I don't think you're fine."

Maybe he feels a little better after emptying his guts. She hopes.

[rosarianoath]

He's surprised she touches him at all when he's in a state like this, and he turns his head away from her sluggishly, like that might be enough to avoid sullying her. He puts a hand out, groping to hold her off or... steady himself, it turns out, finding only the floor to keep himself from sagging over sideways.

"If I'm not, then I don't want you to see me like this," he says, trying to find his feet to get up, but he somehow only ends up slouched a little worse against the wall.

[noburden]

"You're silly. This is when you need me most," she murmurs patiently, and gets up onto to grab a washcloth from beside the sink and wet it before returning to his side. She reaches for his face, to wipe him down.

"I'd like to know what you'd expect me to do while the man I love is ill and on the floor. Go downstairs and watch a movie? Visit a friend?"

[rosarianoath]

The washcloth feels like relief on his scalding hot skin, and he looks up at her blearily.

“You could,” he says. “I wouldn’t hold it against you.”

He’s tearing up.

“I don’t want to be weak like this.”

[noburden]

Just like that, her heart breaks for him. It's been some time since he's looked so miserable. He must feel worse.

"I'm here to take care of you. This won't be forever," she reminds him, wiping his neck. "You needn't worry about a thing. I'm very sorry you feel so awful, my love."

[rosarianoath]

He sighs at her touch, wishing he could be touched like that forever.

“I just don’t want to be like some sick dog that has to slink away to die,” he mutters, looking at her dead in the eyes. Why the fuck is he crying? “To spare you, if it grows worse.”

[noburden]

"You won't," she promises. He's being very dramatic. "I'm not letting you out of my sight."

Every time she does, he gets worse.

"This... that," she says, glancing to the toilet, "Was likely the worst of it."