#yee haw make a mans sick and then snatch him

[brutal-nemesis]

Ooh! For the twisted prompts: You should do 'sinking into the touch when someone feels for your fever'!

Nothing I feel like I need to explicitly warn for so wheeee~

He could hardly remember anything from the past few days. Everything was a haze of pain and sweltering fever. Sometimes, he could pick out other feelings. Blankets being pulled up over him. Water being brought to his lips. A cool hand on his forehead. He leaned into the touches when he felt them, desperate for any comfort in the midst of this agony. 

Eventually, the storm passed. Clarity returned bit by bit, and when the hand came again, he nuzzled into it, trying to guess which of his friends the hand belonged to. 

“Oh, sweetheart, if I’d known you’d be this affectionate, I would’ve tried this method of getting you here long ago.” 

His eyes snapped open.

He didn’t recognize this bed.

He didn’t recognize this room.

The only thing he recognized was this person. 

But that made it so, so much worse.

#ask game #i wrote something #yet-another-heathen #nemi's brutality challenge #fever #i think this is my first sickfic #yee haw make a mans sick and then snatch him