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summary: Camilo is sick, he lets you take care of him.

pronouns for reader: she/her

mi querido: my darling

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I was wondering around the town before Mirabel rushed over to tell me that Camilo was sick. She said he refused to let anyone take care of him, so i decided to try instead. I knocked on his door and heard him yell 'I DONT NEED LOOKING AFTER!' which made me stifle a laugh.

Iwalk in anyway to see Camilo on his bed. He only had an oversized t-shirt on and he was very pale, his fingers were clutching onto his pillow for comfort. I sighed sadly at the state he's in. "Camilo, please let me take care of you, lovely" i whispered in his ear as i sat close to him.

He tried to sit up but groaned and flopped back down. "Want me to make you some soup? I'll run a warm bath for you while you wait then we can cuddle for the rest of the day" I suggested and he lightly shook his head. "I'll make you sick, Amor" he whispered, looking up at me with doe eyes

'He definitely got those eyes from his sister" I thought before smiling softly at him

"Don't worry about me, Cami. Now come on, i'll run you a nice warm bath and while you're in there, i'll make you some nice soup, okay?" He nodded and sniffed before letting out a small sneeze. "I hate being sickkk~" he whined like a baby. I laughed and helped him up. "Come on you big baby" he pouted at my teasing which made me laugh harder.

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Camilo got in the bath, Julieta helped me make his soup. "This will make him feel a little better. His cold will still be there but it will bring the colour back to his face and if he's dizzy, it'll go away" she informed in her soothing voice, Pepa walked over and smiled at me. "Thank you for taking care of him"

"Its not a problem!" I smiled then turned back to Julieta and taking the hot bowl, holding a towel under it so it doesn't burn my hands. "Thank you so much Julieta!" I said, she smiled and went back to cooking while i headed to Camilo's room.

I opened the door to see him on his bed, his wet hair sticking slightly to his forehead and he was now in his yellow pyjamas. He rested against the headboard of his bed, sniffing occasionally. I smiled sympathetically before handing the soup to him. He looked at me in shock "you actually made it.."

I furrowed my brows. "Of course, Mi querido, why wouldn't i?" I asked, brushing one of his wet curls from his face. "I thought that..maybe you'd leave cause i'm hard work when i'm sick.." he looked down and i lifted his chin. "No, Mi querido, you're not hard work okay? I'm here until you feel better" he smile gratefully before eating his soup.

When he finished, he was extra smiley, Julieta's healing probably kicked in since he wasn't pale anymore. We continued cuddling and watching movies until Camilo had finally grew tired and had fallen asleep. Right in my arms.