“FUCK!” Corpse screamed. The high-pitched scream caught you off guard.
Y/N jumped and put their phone down. They walked into the kitchen where Corpse stood, screaming.
“WHAT ARE YOU SCREAMING ABOUT?” Y/N screamed back.
Corpse looked at them for a moment and sighed. “I want a hug. Really fucking bad.” He giggled.
Y/N rolled their eyes and opened their arms. “Why didn’t you just ask?”
Corpse shrugged and ran into their arms. Y/N smiled and hugged him back tightly, burying their face into his shoulder. Corpse smiled and kissed their neck softly.
“Baby?”
“Yeah, Corpse?”
“I love you.”
“I love you too, Corpse. But can we move this somewhere else my legs hurt.”
“No.”
based off another tik tok dkwbg the one where corpse is screaming fuck and then just softly saying “i want a hug so fucking bad” so yeah just a really short one hope you enjoyed it
(Not sure if this is what you wanted, but this is where it went lol)
There had never been a time where you felt as well cared for as the present. Having an immune compromised boyfriend wasn't anything new to you, however, the world had gotten scary lately. Headlines rang out left and right of new cases in your city every day. Symptoms were changing, and the up coming holiday season was making everything even scarier.
It wasn't that scary until one day you woke up with a sore throat and a mild fever. You felt the tingle in your throat and started coughing, and that's when Corpse's head popped up off of his pillow to look at you suspiciously.
"You okay?" He rubbed your lower back, "You need some water?"
You shook your head and absent mindedly rubbed your throat, as if it would help. You thought back over the days, trying to remember if you came into contact with anyone, however you didn't think so. At least not directly, or on purpose. Your mind immediately flew to corpse, who had a pretty bad immune system, and felt the panic rising inside of you.
"I'm okay," You said softly, voice hoarse, "I just think that maybe I should get tested, what do you think?"
"It probably wouldn't hurt anything to make sure," He frowned as he sat up in bed, the sheets sliding down to pool around his waist, "Let's get dressed and we'll go, okay?"
"Corpse, you don't have to go with me. I'll be fine. I don't want you to be exposed to any more germs." You said, but he held his hand up in protest.
"No. You're going to the hospital, and I'm going with you." He said as he stood up from the bed, shoving his feet into his slippers, before walking into the bathroom and shutting the door.
In no time, you were dressed in a pair of leggings and one of his hoodies, tucking your hair inside the hood. You pulled your mask up over your mouth and nose. You were sitting on the couch, shivering slightly, when he walked in, mask covering his face and the car keys in hand.
Corpse never liked to leave the house, so it showed how much he was concerned about you when he didn't think twice about tagging along with you.
When you arrived at the hospital, you were told that only you were allowed back in the hospital room. He would have to wait outside. You could see the anger in his eyes, but he held back. They let him sit with you in the waiting room, but when your name was called, he had to stay seated. Stupid covid rules.
You were checked into the triage, and then immediately taken back to a small room with a bed and the normal accessories. You had to admit, you were a tad bit scared sitting back here by yourself. Hospitals made you uneasy and the fact that you were alone was enough to heighten the anxiety.
Your phone dinged, showing a message from Corpse that read, 'You k?'
You smiled to yourself and replied back, 'Yep, I'm k. Scared. You k?'
The three dots bubbled, signaling he was typing back, just as the door opened and in walked the nurse. You told her your symptoms, had your fever checked, the usual. And then came down to the dreaded test. The nurse instructed you to lower your mask and tilt your head back and she quickly inserted the long q-tip that felt like it touched the bottom of your brain. You winced as she twirled it for a few seconds, tears filling your eyes. You felt horrible and yet they just had to torture you some more. But it was quickly over, and she withdrew it from your nose, closing it up tight in a test tube.
"It'll be back in a few," She cleared her throat, "Just hang tight, okay?"
You nodded and picked up your phone, reading the two new text's. One said, 'I'm sorry baby' and the next was 'what room number?'
You looked up at the sign out side and then texted back 'Room 203. Why?'
It was a few minutes before the door opened again and you expected to see the nurse. Instead, the door opened to reveal Corpse standing there, his mask pulled up to just below his eyelids and his curly hair askewed.
"Corpse-"You shook your head.
"No, it's okay. The front desk let me back as long as I wore my mask," He shook his head as he walked closer to you. You leaned forward, resting your head on his chest, feeling his arms wrap tightly around you. You felt horrible and now your nuse burned ontop of everything.
"How'd you get them to let you back here?" You looked up at him, meeting his stare.
"I told them you didn't like hospitals, that they made you nervous." He shrugged, "She was understanding."
You laid your head back down, closing your eyes against the harsh lightning in the room. He stood there, holding you against him, for a few minutes before the there was a knock on the door and the nurse stepped in. She glanced at Corpse for a moment, before clearing her throat and turning her attention to you.
"You're negative," She said, "However, you do have a pretty bad sinus infection. The doctor has ordered you some antibiotics and a doctors note to stay home for the next three days, okay?"
You sighed in relief, as well as Corpse. It was great that you didn't have covid, but it still sucked that you were sick. The nurse handed you the paperwork, and you were free to leave finally. Thankfully, you weren't there that long.
"Do you need anything from the grocery store? Or Wal-Mart?" Corpse asked as he held your hand.
You looked over at him in the drivers seat, and felt your heart swell with so much love in that moment. He had always been the type to avoid public places, grocery stores being the bane of his existence, however; for you, he would do anything. He would go anywhere. He truly loved you, and it showed in these simple yet meaningful actions.
"I just want to go home and take a bath, if that's okay?"
"Of course, baby." He said as he brought your hand up to his lips and kissed your knuckles.
You were back home and within thirty minutes, Corpse had ran a warm bath for you, which you happily slipped into. He flipped the lights off and opened the bathroom's blinds only a tad bit to allow just enough light in so you weren't in complete darkness. You had expected him to go into his studio and edit a video, however, when you opened your eyes, you were sort of surprise to see him sitting on the floor beside of you with a laptop in his lap and a USB drive connected to it.
"You don't have to sit in here with me," You said softly, noticing he had only one side of his earphones on.
He glanced up at you and pft'd you, "Yeah right. I'm not leaving you while your sick. You'll fall asleep and that heightens the risk of you drowning. No.'
"Isn't the floor cold, though?" You laughed softly.
"A little," he nodded, his fingers clacking away on the keyboard.
He didn't have his mask on now, leaving him bare faced for you. You were always taken back by just how handsome he truly was. The messy tuft of shaggy black curls, his sharp jawline. His profile was just as beautiful as the rest of his face. You stuck a dry hand out and ran your finger over his jaw line, and then up to his hair, running your fingers through the silky strands. He smiled softly, but kept working. You would have much rathered him join the bath, but knew his work was important as well. You would get to cuddle him later. For now, you sat in the quiet darkened bathroom in a comfortable silence. Closing your eyes, you felt the aches and pains slowly disolve into the warm water. Corpse was right, you did fall asleep for a few minutes. He kept a watchful eye on you, finishing his editing on a video in about forty-five minutes. He glanced over at you as he dipped his hand in the water, noticing it had cooled down quite a bit, and that wasn't good for your fever.
"Hey, babe." He said softly, cupping your jaw in his large hand, "C'mon, you need to wake up. The water is getting cold."
And as he brought you out of your sleep, you had noticed the water was in fact pretty chilly. He grabbed a towel from the dryer that had been quietly buzzing around behind you, helping you stand up. He wrapped you in the fluffy towel and whisked you into the bedroom. He cursed himself for letting the water cool down, noticing the slight shiver you had as you got dressed. Thankfully, your hoodie was warm and the sweat pants helped warm you up quickly.
"What do you want for dinner?" You glanced over at him, "Neither of us have eaten anything today."
"No, you need to lay down. I'll fix us something." He shook his head when you started to protest, "No. I'll order something. You want some soup? Or Chinese?"
He laughed when your eyebrows lifted at the mention of Chinese, feeling your tummy start to grumble.
"General Tso chicken me, please." You wiped your nose with a Kleenex as you sat at the head of the bed, "And a egg roll."
The two of you ate, crashed onto the bed and turned the Crunchyroll app on. You knew Corpse had a hard time sleeping, but he still liked to be next to you while you laid in bed. He often times just watched television while you slept, drifting between watching whatever was on, and then staring at you. He was flipping through the titles when you seen your favorite anime pop up, Tonikawa. The meaning behind the tale was quite soft compared to Corpse's taste in anime, there was no gore or fighting. Just a silly love tale. However, it was your favorite. With a poochy bottom lip, you looked up and gave Corpse the best puppy-dog eyes you could. He laughed and pressed 'play' much to his distaste of it.
"Thank you," you said a few minutes into the epside. You rested your head on his chest and felt his hand begin to rub your back under your shirt, his warm hand heating your skin up too, "For taking care of me today. You've been the best nurse."
"Anything for you," he said softly, "I love you, you know that right?"
You nodded sleepily, feeling the effects of your bath still lulling you to sleep. Sleeping was your favorite thing to do when you were sick. You felt Corpse's lips press to your forehead, leaving a soft kiss there, as you tucked your head under his chin and moved closer to him.
"I love you too, Corpse." You said softly as you closed your eyes, hoping to feel better tomorrow.
