this story is purely FLUFF, and contains regular pet names. (including kitten!)
my requests are always open, but please nothing with major amounts of smut involved, as i specialize in angst and fluff.
plot: in which sylus has been in the negotiation room for a while, and walks out looking sick.
this fic was based heavily off of this song, so please feel free to listen to it as you read.
You’re sitting on Sylus’ couch, waiting for him to return from that stupid negotiation room. You missed him, and there was absolutely no doubt about that, he had been in there for 2 hours, 7 minutes, and 39 seconds. Yes, you were counting, but could you blame yourself? Nothing was really that important, not anything that you knew of atleast..
After a few minutes, you heard the door of the negotiation room creaking open, you immediately stood up and then looked at Sylus, finally he was done.
You examined him for a split second, Sylus was sweating from his face, just his face, his eyes met yours and he immediately began, “Too cold in here, going to go turn up the thermostat..” He spoke, somewhere between a whine and a groan.
Last time you passed the thermostat it said 80 degrees farinheight, You knew Sylus liked it warm where he lived, but not that warm..
Was he sick? you thought, your mind racing through the possibilities
Girl what are you doing! You need to stop him! it is hot enough in this damn house!
You immediately ran to where the thermostat was, Sylus already standing infront of it, probably thinking about what temperature he wanted it to be, you grasped his wrist, firmly but gentle.
“Sy.. Honey.. it is already 80 degrees in here.. Why do you want to turn it up?” you questioned him with pure curiosity.
“Because it does not feel that warm in here to me.. I feel like i’m going to freeze to death.” he croaked out.
Whenever Sylus was sick, you knew he could be a big baby (or a drama king!) about a lot of things. So he must’ve been sick, because the regular Sylus would not act like this.
“Baby are you sick..?” you asked with genuine concern laced thickly in your voice. Gently placing the back of your hand upon his slick forehead.
He winced and leaned into your warm touch.
“No… I’m not sick.” he spoke firmly. But you could tell he was clearly lying.
He was burning up like those cookies you made last week.
“Come on let’s go, you need to rest”
You led him to his own room, dark, but very pretty in its own way.
“I am fine..” Sylus groaned out as you led him to his bed.
“Let me take care of you for once Sy..” you spoke to him in a gentle tone.
Sylus sat down on the bed, sitting upright with his back against the headboard.. With the thick blanket resting atop his legs. You didn’t think it was a good idea, but it really didn’t matter, because it was really just on his legs and not upon his whole body.
As soon as “go” left your mouth, Sylus’ hand immediately grabbed your wrist.
“No. Don’t leave me, ask Luke and Kieran..” He pleaded with you.
Your heart was beating rapidly as the words reached your eardrums. You slipped his hand down to yours and spoke, “Okay. I won’t go anywhere” you spoke, raw affection tangled in your vibrating vocal cords.
You grabbed your phone from your pocket and immediately dialed Luke’s number, you knew they were always together so there was no need to call both of them.
The phone was immediately answered and their voices rang, “Yes, Miss Hunter!” after these words were said you quickly imagined them standing up straight and saluting, this earned a slight giggle from you, which in return, you could see Sylus with a slight smirk in your peripheral vision.
“Yes, I need an ice pack and water stat” you spoke, your words passing through the screen.
“Why? Are you sick, Miss Hunter?” their voices synced as they spoke.
“No, I’m nottt..” as these words left his mouth, you quickly covered the speaker and microphone and began, “Sylus! You are! And we both know ittt~!” You sung and he groaned with a tinge of annoyance in his voice.
But he still smiled after.
You removed you hand from the microphone and began speaking, “Anyways.. Yes, Ice pack and water.”
“Aye, Aye!! Miss Hunter!!” and in a matter of seconds, there was a knock at the tall wooden door of Sylus’ room.
You spoke, “Yes, come in!” your hand still resting in Sylus’
And they were in, and then out, the ice and water resting on the bedside table..
Along with some Ibuprofen and Acetaminophen, that you didn’t ask for. but they must’ve knew all along.
You stood and quickly acting, placing the ice pack onto Sylus’ forehead. He hissed and held your hand tighter, “So cold.” he whined.
“I know, but it’s necessary honey.” you whispered, squeezing his hand with utmost care.
“None of this is necessary, kitten.. I can take care of myself.” He spoke, his words slurred as his mouth moved slowly.
“But I think it is Sy..” You said as a response to his remark, then you grabbed the cup of water and the acetaminophen, waiting for a moment before a noise of approval left his throat.
Then you tilted his chin up gently and handed him the acetaminophen, he placed it on his tongue and waited for you to hand him the water, you did, and so he drank it.
You placed a gentle kiss on the space between his brows, and he leaned into your touch.
Placing your hand on his cheek and then cupping his face you began, “I love you Sy..”
The words rang against his eardrums and he could’ve sworn he almost cried, it wasn’t like you didn’t say it a lot, not to mention it, you said it a ton actually.
So why was this happening?
Words are Futile Devices.
sorry for the corny ending! but I had to!
dividers are by: @enchanthings
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