Fever February Day 5: Thermometer Refusal
There's only so much obedience you can get out of a Bellerose. Stubbornness is a hereditary trait that flows through them like the blood in their veins.
And alas, there's even less obedience you can get out of a sick Bellerose, as their stubbornness hits it's peak and turns them into willful beings, ever so determined to carry out whatever plans or work their had decided to do. That is, until they're physically unable to or is forced to rest. Even then hints of that willful being in them is determined to peek through.
A prime example of this would be a small occurrence on a cold winter afternoon, spent tucked away in the abandoned apartment complex that served as Cerberus’ hideout.
“No.”
“Lee…”
“I said no!”
Epsilon frowned lightly, eyeing his boyfriend quietly. He had been sitting next to Leo's bed for a good twenty minutes, fussing with him and trying to get him to use the thermometer with no avail. Honestly speaking, he should've been amazed he got this far. He had found Leo wandering around the hideout in a daze, flushed bright red at the cheeks and barely coherent. The chef somehow managed to coax him back into bed, but as Leo regained a full consciousness he started getting stubborn again.
He had fussed a bit about putting on a blanket, and now he was outright refusing to allow Epsilon take his temperature.
“Leo, please… I need to take your temperature… I need to know if your fever is bad.”
“I'm fine, Ep! I don't need a fucking thermometer!”
Epsilon frowned more, though it was hard to tell, gently card his finger through Leo's hair. “Please…? For me…? Be a good boy… and I'll… give you a treat.”
A barely visibly smile came to Epsilon's face when he saw that the promise had captured Leo's interest.
“A… treat?”
He gave a soft nod, speaking gently to the sickly boy. “Yes but… only if you behave and let me take care of you…”
Leo clicked his tongue, giving a disgruntled noise as he huffed out, “Fine- B-But only for the treat-!”
Epsilon's smile grew, though it was hard to tell, and he held up to thermometer to Leo's mouth once more. “Open wide…”
He gave a pleased noise when Leo took it into his mouth, indulging him with a small kiss to the top of his head. “Keep that there… I'll go make you some tea. Be a good boy… okay?”
Leo nodded, prompting Epsilon to give him another kiss to his head and stand up. “Good. I love you, Lee…”
Epsilon got a muffled ‘Love you too’ before left to the kitchen to make Leo something to help him recover.
Leo Bellerose belongs to me, and Epsilon belongs my good friend Beq over at @pitoumugis