Sick Day
(1/ Original ‘Verse)
“Rise and shine my love!” Reaver’s voice carried through the large room as he pulled open the curtains, sunlight shining brightly onto the lump curled up in the large king bed. He’d gotten up much earlier, to help with the preparations of the coming Queen Bella and her son Prince James. They wouldn’t be here, though, until next week, but they’d started the preparations early nonetheless, to be ready when they did finally come to Albion.
The lump in the bed barely moved, but Reaver could hear a distinctive groan from under the heavy blanket and he frowned, his curiosity peaked, since he couldn’t even see a single strand of black hair.
“Hiro?” he ventured, walking over to the bed and he reached out to tug the blanket off of the small King. He wondered if maybe Hiro just didn’t want to get up, but something in his gut told him that somehow wasn’t going to be the case.
His gut was proven correct when he managed to pry the blanket from stubborn, but weak hands, and he was met with the pale, shivering, and shameful looking twenty one year old. “R-Reaver...” Hiro greeted, his voice scratchy, which led to a series of poorly kept coughs that hurt Reaver to listen to.
“Oh dear...” Reaver reached out and pressed his hand against his lover’s forehead, grimacing when he felt how warm it was, before pulling back with a weary sigh. “Why didn’t you tell me you weren’t feeling well last night?” the immortal chided, standing up to go back over to the curtains, pulling them closed once more to help relieve the headache poor Hiro no doubt had.
“S-s’rry... din’t wanna bo’der you...” Hiro hid under the blanket when he heard how pathetic his voice was and swallowed hard when he saw Reaver’s glare.
“Don’t do that Hiro. You know it pains me when you are unwell, and this counts towards being unwell, love.” Reaver pinched the bridge of his nose before gathering up a smile and he walked back over to his lover, bending down to place a gentle kiss of Hiro’s forehead. “Get some more rest then, sweetheart,” he said and when Hiro was about to protest, Reaver silenced him with a proper kiss, knowing fully well that he couldn’t catch whatever Hiro had. “No buts, I am fully capable of running in your absence, and you need proper care to regain your strength.”
“B-but...-” Hiro still tried, regardless and Reaver chuckled, shaking his head in slight fond amusement.
“Oh Hiro...” he sighed, brushing back a few strands of Hiro’s hair before standing up and he brushed down his own clothes. “I will send a maid up here with soup- and yes, I’ll make the soup myself, don’t worry,” he said, smirking when he saw the small happy glimmer in Hiro’s eyes, knowing that Hiro had gotten used to- and actually liked- the soup he made when Hiro was still on the run from Logan and the law. “Get some rest, drink plenty of water, eat what is given to you, and you’ll be better before you know it, okay?”
Hiro looked doubtful but after a few seconds and a poorly hid yawn, he nodded, his eyelids drooping slightly even though Reaver knew for a fact he was fighting the urge to go back to sleep.
So Reaver kissed him again, tucking his King back into bed and he smiled, “Sleep well, my love.” he urged and before he was even out the door, Hiro was out like a light.
