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Reader is sick and gets made tea
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I sat up slowly before leaning across to the right to turn on your bed side light, groaning at the sharp pain coming between my ribs. I had been really sick for the last week or so with a really bad chest infection and it felt like I'd somehow gotten worse.
I lay back down slowly listening out for Wilbur. We'd been living together for a number of years now in a small house on the outskirts of Brighton. He had taken me in when noone else could. I was eternally grateful for that.
I listened intently as I heard shuffling coming down the hall and the occasional creak of the floorboards before stopping outside my door. A quiet knock resonated around the room.
"Y/n can I come in?" Wilbur asked, his voice husky and rough.
He'd just gotten up and his morning voice was very attractive what can I say.
"Yeh" I coughed out.
The door creaked open slowly and he stood in the doorway. Bending down slightly so he didn't hit his head smiling down at me. A pair of sweats covered his legs and he wore a large beige sweater with black stripes on the arms. His hair was still bed messy and curled down over his eyes slightly.
He looked cute.
"Hey Will" I managed to choke out my vocal cords failing me, the words breaking.
"Hey y/n, how are you feeling?" He asked gently
"Fantastic" I whispered.
He chuckled lowly and I smiled sheepishly trying to hold back a giggle because I knew it would hurt otherwise.
He sighed, " I'll go get you some tablets and a tea"
"Thank you" I replied watching him stumble slightly out of the door.
He was really tired, and yet he came to help me first. That was why I loved him...
He returned not long after a cup of tea in each hand sitting by my side handing me a cup.
"Milk and 2 sugars just how you like it" he smiled at me.
I grinned back at him thanking him gently.
He took a deep sip from his coffee nursing the cup gently, he couldn't survive without a cup in the morning.
We sat there for a number of minutes before he stood up slowly grabbing the cups and taking them into the kitchen, then coming back to lie with me. He cuddled up to my back face buried in my hair and arms caging me to his chest, gentle in his hold yet I felt safe and needed.
We both drifted to sleep, Wilbur whispering sweet nothings into my ear before finally.
"I love you y/n" he said pressing a gentle kiss to my neck.
"Love you too Wilby" I whispered so quietly I wasn't sure he heard and he smiled into my shoulder.