Fluff where V Comforts Us
- Chronic Pain: Short story
- Dysphoria: bullet point
You lay there. Pain radiating everywhere, crippling you. You think, "Great, another day. But the pain is worse today. Ugh." You took every medicine you could to try to manage it but it. didn't. work.
You grab your phone and look at your messages.
<@K9: Good morning, Love.>
<@K9: How do you feel about snakes?>
<@MC: Snakes are very cute 🐍🐍>
<@MC: Pain flared up. But I've got shopping I NEED to do>
<@MC: Ran out of a lot of food, maybe get more medicine>
<@MC: May take a nap, then go shopping. See if the pain stops>
<@K9: Oh love, don't push yourself. I hope your nap is restful.>
<@MC: I shall text you once I wake up <3 >
You fall asleep happy that you at least texted V and pray the medicine numbs a little bit of the pain when you next wake.
Upon waking, you groggily blink and smell...tomatoes? As well as, was that tofu?
You didn't cook and still need to shop. Those ingredients were definitely not in your cabinet before sleeping.
Then you hear a soft humming coming from your kitchen.
You sit upright. Pain flairs up but not as badly as before. Still a bit painful, you let out of soft groan of pain.
Then your bedroom door was pushed open. Slightly back lit, standing in the doorway was V with a tray in his hands. Eyes lighting up when they see you're up.
"Good afternoon love. I've just made you lunch. However, it is a little later than lunch time," V says walking towards you. "I went shopping for you. After learning where you lived, I had learnt your eating habits as well as where you frequent. I believe I have bought you food that you normally purchase on your shopping trips."
He places the tray on your lap.
"Wait, V. You didn't have to do this. I could have done it," you say. You look at the tray. There was a tomato and tomato sauce on slices of French bread and a large bowl of soup with some tofu and gren onions on top. In the corner is a small cup holding a few pills, most likely pain meds.
"Nonsense dear. You're in pain and I was more than happy to help. There is no reason to force yourself into dealing with more pain if I, your partner, can help ease it."
"B-but it's my issue. You didn't have to." Shame floods your veins. You hated feeling like you couldn't even do something that other people could easily do. V sits near you on the bed, legs hanging off the side but still looking at you.
"Y/N, I may not have to, but I wanted to. You're my love and you have stood with me through everything. From helping me understand my emotions to saving me from the police. I love you a lot," his cheeks light up in the beautiful rosy red. "Your pain is nothing you can control. You cannot feel ashamed for something you cannot control. All that matters is you're trying your best, and if that best is just breathing, then that is wonderful."
V leans forward and presses a soft kiss to your forehead. "Eat and rest easy, dear. I can take care of everything until you're able to."
Somehow, the pain got a little lighter and the world a little brighter.
○ He would give you a giant sweater/hoodie to wear so you couldn't see your body and softly kiss you everywhere on your face to make sure you know you're loved the way you are. He'd make sure to tell you. Then he'll let some of the less likely animals to kill you out so you can be surrounded by love. They do not care for what you may have been, only for what you are now in front of them.
○ He would make you meals and make sure the house is tidy. V wants to make you comfortable and not stressed. He'd be more likely to mother you from your sickness than you originally thought. He cares for you softly like you're a sick baby animal, making sure you get all the nutrients you need to make a full recovery.