Caleb had been sick for days. His throat hurts, his chest is congested, and every breath is more labored than the last. The Fleet Doctor finally sent him home after he coughed so hard and so much that he passed out in a meeting.
He had considered asking you to come and pick him up from work- he knew you and Sylus were going to be coming up in a day or two anyway so why not see if you two can come earlier? He misses you- both of you, surprisingly enough.
Sylus had been a thorn in his side initially- another obstacle in the way of being able to love you- but, upon Caleb’s return, you had more than enough room in your heart for both of them and they were more than happy to give anything a shot as long as it meant being with you.
In time, Caleb has grown very fond of the leader of Onychinus- how he protects you, adores you, and spoils you exactly how Caleb would. In quieter moments, he has fallen in love with Sylus on his own.
He buys him every model plane he could ever want- even works with him to build them. The two men work in tandem and sync, Caleb looks forward to these days. Sylus is his opposite, but in all the right ways- he taught him to let go and to trust the strength you possess.
But Caleb doesn’t want to bother you. He doesn’t want to inconvenience you or worry you and take all your attention from work; you hate that so much. While being sick may be different, he still can’t bring himself to be so selfish.
So here he is- lying miserably in bed and entirely feverish. His blinds are closed and so are his eyes, the pounding headache has only gotten worse, and he’s not trying to keep himself together.
It’s hard being the protector, the responsible one, the one who never struggles- it makes these moments all the more lonely and harder to share. Drifting in and out of sleep is the only thing he can do.
He’s not sure when he wakes up, but even his stuffy nose cannot hide the scent of delicious chicken noodle soup. Guilt fills him as he realizes that you probably came here early and he didn’t even have anything prepared for either of you.
With a head filled with lead, he barely manages to sit himself upright- it gives him whiplash, he feels dizzy and disoriented, falling forward with nothing to stop him.
Until he collides with a hard, muscular chest. His sunset eyes search blearily and find Sylus looking at him with softness and concern.
“If you wanted to get up,” Sylus teases, “you could have said something, Pup.”
“Smells good,” Caleb barely murmurs, “I feel bad for not helpin’.”
“It’s a good thing you aren’t!” Your teasing voice ringing from nearby breaks up the silence of the room, “otherwise there would be boogers all up in this soup!”
“And you need to rest,” Sylus says, his voice firm, “you aren’t indestructible, Mr.Colonel.”
He doesn’t know when, but at some point, you both help him to the couch. You go back to the kitchen and Sylus holds him carefully. It’s so soothing he can barely keep his eyes awake.
“You need to tell us when you aren’t feeling well,” Sylus murmurs, “you don’t have to go through this alone anymore.”
“It’s easier to suffer alone,” Caleb murmurs, “more comfortable.”
“I wouldn’t say that,” you step into the living room, soup in hand, “you seem way more comfortable now than you did when we first arrived.”
It’s true- everything feels lighter now and he admits that his psyche feels less heavy.
You and Sylus don’t let him lift a single finger- you cooked so Sylus does the dishes. Caleb’s head is in your lap and he loves the feeling of you massaging his aching sinuses- his entire body feels relieved and it almost makes him want to cry.
Almost.
Eventually, he’s snuggled between both you and Sylus. Usually you are the one in the middle, but tonight (as you reminded him) is about making him feel better and leaning up against Sylus while also feeling your touch is cathartic. His hand idly plays with Sylus’ fingers and your soft snores fill the quiet while the muted tv flashes brightly.
“Thank you,” Caleb rasps, leaning further into Sylus, “I…”
“Never would have asked for the help on your own?” His tone is teasing, “I’m afraid that is going to be hard with Mephisto around- he doesn’t like when the people he cares for suffers.”
Caleb chuckles- he thought he saw that damn bird.
“And I don’t like to see it either,” Sylus shyly presses a kiss to his forehead, “I’m here for you too- I care for you too.”
Maybe it’s not love just yet, but damn, it feels pretty close.
tumblr trying to shorten posts is so funny it’s like the well-meaning gentleman in a period drama trying to offer a lady his hand to step over an obstacle and she just plows through it. like good sir I’ve never once filtered the “long post” tag in my life, I’ve handled every “don’t you love the color of the sky” ripoff you can imagine. I’m battle hardened. step aside.
as of today, I've officially been diagnosed with endometriosis, which is both good and bad news. it's bad because endo is a chronic illness for which the only treatment is surgical excision, but it's good news because now i know what's been going on and I know that it WILL be treated to improve my health.
anyway. posting will probably be super random and sporadic as i recover, but i have another part of until proven guilty almost ready to go (hehehe @house-of-galathynius & @mariaofdoranelle) and want to post that soon. and some microfics too!!
Hello. As you can see, yes. I hit 100 followers. Yes, what a shock. I mean I was planning on becoming a ghost account, lurking on the dark side-kidding.
I am now a netizen other netizens look up to. As someone given with such responsibility, it is my duty to be an epitome of peace, harmony, and-
You know what, I'm kidding. What a load of bull.
N e ways! As I hit 100, my friend suggested me I should write for my 'fOlLowErS' (cringe) like how other bloggers do.
But we won't be doing that 👁️👄👁️ because I've been doing that since day one and it's not as if a lot would participate ✨. And also, my inbox is always welcome for requests so...
Instead, I'd be thanking the people who have made my blog extra special for me!
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