clara/rose 58? i honestly die for this ship no one writes themmmm
58. “I don’t know what’s wrong, okay? I’m just… really tired.”
Clara frowned when she walked in and found her girlfriend buried under three blankets on the couch. “Rose? Are you alright, babe?”
Rose struggled out from her cocoon just enough to look at Clara. “I was just cold, I think.”
Clara gave her an assessing look, taking in the flush of her cheeks and lack of luster to her eyes. “You sure nothing’s wrong? Because something seems wrong.”
“I don’t know what’s wrong, okay?” Rose answered defensively, starting to burrow back under her blankets. “I”m just… really tired.”
Clara set down her bag and made her way over to the couch. “Did you make it through work today before all this started?”
“Donna sent me home around lunch because I apparently didn’t look well,” Rose admitted.
“Despite my well-known love of your looks, I have to agree with her,” Clara said.
Rose protested but Clara paid her no mind. She reached out and put her hand against Rose’s forehead, already expecting to find it hot.
“Definitely feverish,” Clara declared. “Have you taken anything?”
“Been too tired to move since I collapsed here with the blankets.”
“See if you can muster up the energy to get to bed and I’ll dig up some medicine for you.”
“You’re using your teacher voice,” Rose mumbled as she struggled to sit up.
“That’s because you’ll listen to it.” She leaned down and pressed a kiss to Rose’s overwarm cheek. “Plus, you love it.”
“Love it more when I’m not sick.”
“Get better soon and I’ll bring it out again.”
“Deal,” Rose said with a weak smile. Clara grinned back and helped her to her feet so she could get to their bed and be comfortable while the sickness had her in its grasp.
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