
@archiveAddict at @adiosToreador 's suggestion i wrote some sickfic. concept. there you are, pacing, panicking, sprinting back and forth. mealblock, respiteblock, mealblock, respiteblock. you were making soup, of course, healthy, rich, the scent wafts around the house as you work. of course it is hard to stop and savor, because you are busy looking after your... something. you thought they were your kismesis but here they are, stuck in bed. every time you go away, you hear the saddest little noise, a sniffle, a cough, a sneeze. and every time you come back, you see someone you thought you hated so deeply in the most vulnerable and unpleasant state imaginable. you bring them cool wet cloths, water, an endless supply of tissues, you check their temperature, playing nurse! whatever embarrassment you experience is lost in the need to see them healthy, happy- or at least, in a state you could feel that burning bile once more. it may take time, and it may not be fun, but you know they'll get better, and things can go back to normal. for now that thought keeps you active, ignoring the betrayal of your rage, it was almost fun in a strange way, seeing them so helpless. they growl, they grumble, they curse at you, they accuse you of poisoning their soup, but they still drink it- claiming they would rather die than remain in your care. it is getting harder to resist patting their head when you check their temperature. you don't think you can manage it much longer. just as you go to leave, they mumble, in a sad little voice. "please stay." (tags: #rankbait kismesis/moirail fadingpitch unrequitedpity hurt/comfort sickfick archive rating G
