[ 𝐔𝐍𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋 ] ― sender feeds receiver soup when they’ve fallen ill
Chris + Shuhua
— @wxlfchris + @shuhua-cb
He hadn't noticed, after everything that's been happening, he hadn't noticed just how much energy he had exerted, how little rest he's had, how his body was not what it would be in any other situation. Chris hadn't noticed that he had allowed himself to fall ill until he feels a damp cloth cooling his forehead and smells the soup nearby.
"Little one..." he says even though his voice sounds like it's been unused for days - or overused, maybe. "What are you still doing here?"
He notices Shuhua shift slightly on her knees as she tries to get more comfortable next to him on the couch. "You passed out and I was worried." She reaches for the cloth, looking a little concerned when she lifts it up and checks underneath it. "Have you been sleeping? Eating? Mr Chris, you need to take care of yourself..."
He chuckles at her concern, at her almost telling him off. He knows she's not meaning to, that she can't help it since it's only natural that she takes care of those around her but it still amuses him.
Chris remains a good patient, allowing Shuhua to feed him soup slowly, sometimes blowing on the spoon to make sure it isn't too hot. "You are good at this," he whispers and watches her face turn red. "I can't think of the last time someone has taken care of me."
It's a sad statement to make and she pauses, her hand hovering over the spoon as she looks at him but Chris shakes his head. It's clear that he doesn't want to talk about it, of course he wouldn't, he doesn't want to show weakness as an Alpha even if he's currently burning up hotter than he should and can barely move a muscle.
"Last one," Shuhua says softly as she helps him lift his head to take the last mouthful of soup and then stands up with the bowl. "I'll clean up, okay? You just rest, mmm, sleep if you need to."
She's about to leave when she hears his voice speak up, the gratitude isn't missed even if he's whispering to help keep himself from hurting his throat more. "Thank you, little wolf."
Chris watches her leave, eyes on the kitchen door before the darkness takes over once more.