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A sniffle arose throughout the large , empty household . you snuggled further into your blanket as you laid onto the couch earning a disgusted grunt from bo as he adjusted the tool belt resting upon his waist
❝ Couch better be free when I get home ❞
you couldn't help but smile at the sound of your boyfriends voice speaking as he entered the room. you all but managed to stick your tongue out at the mechanic earning a light grumble under his breath as he walked out .
Lester smiled and sat onto the edge of the couch . a lean hand reaching forward to move the messy strands from your pretty face .
He sweetly teased as he picked up the thermometer from the coffee table
you insisted as you reached forward to take the forehead thermometer from his hand only for him to pull it out of your reach, his smile never faltering
You knew there was no arguing , knowing how stubborn he could be , you merely accepted the defeat and decided to let him do his own thing when he pressed the cold metal of the thermometer to your forehead
you sniffled again and parted your lips to speak as he stood to leave. you used the little energy you had to grab his hand , making him stop in his tracks to stare down at you.
❝ Thanks for * cough * taking care of me sweetie. I really appreciate it❞
you merely earned another light smile as he wondered off into the kitchen
The rest of the day after followed as suit . Lester was at your every beck and call , checking your temp , serving your meals and being as sweet as he can be to you in your state. which you were thank ful for.
it was now about 1 ; 30 in the morning and you were still on the couch , your fever considerably gone down due to you being in Lester's care . You were now sitting up straight , flipping through the semi static channels on the old black n white television . you nearly dropped the remote upon hearing a light sneeze come from your sweetheart resting on the other end of the couch .
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you earned another sneeze from the male as he slumped into the cushin's of the antic couch . you couldn't help but apologize before kissing his forehead .
❝ Poor Baby ❞
you mimicked his words, fetching a fresh blanket from the closet and covered him with it .
❝ Don't worry . I'll nurse ya back to health . You can count on me ❞
you made a small salute earning a small chuckle from the male as left to go get essentials from Vincent's room
The front door opened to reveal a tired , sweaty Bo covered in blood and grease . He stopped dead in his tracks as he glanced from his sleeping brother to the footsteps ascending down the stairs eyeing the tray of medicinal items. he let out a loud , tired groan as he slumped his shoulders kicking the door shut behind him
❝ SON OF A BITCH! ❞
/ / ; hope ya'll like it . I tried to add Bo for comedic effect . anyway feed back and requests are appreciated .
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