Only Human by Amatara He comes to with his cheek mashed against a pillow and a swath of lilacs scattered across his vision, undulating gently as he tries to clear his head. He’s in bed - Diane’s bed? - splayed on top of those flower-strewn sheets, still wearing his pants but nothing else. And he’s shaking like he’s running a fever, everything slow and cottony and distant except for the intense nausea squeezing his gut.
“Albert?” Ah. There’s Coop, turning that trademark doe-eyed gaze on him from where he’s hovering at the edge of the bed. – So happy to work on this for @amatara who’s consistently putting out some quality Twin Peaks fanfics.
Want some on pointe Albert banter with some classic hurt/comfort?
She’s got you and I can’t recommend the above fic more.
(Also Diane’s there SO: like what are you waiting for?)