Everyone Gets Sick
Rating: PG
Warnings: None, so far
Disclaimer: I own none of it. I'm just borrowing it for my own entertainment. I am making no money off this.
Description: Everyone gets sick. When Neo does, who will be there to help him?
Pairing: Neo/Trinity
Trinity's POV ~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~- ~-~-~
Neo is curled up under the blankets, shivering. He is asleep at the time being. I quietly open the door and pad over to his bedside as to not wake him. I gently put the back of my hand to his forehead. It feels as hot, as though his head were filled with boiling water. He stirs slightly and his eyes crack open just a little.
"Mum?" Neo croaks, clearly delusional.
"No," I whispered, placing a small kiss on his warm forehead. He doesn't move with the exception of his steady but raspy breathing. His sore muscles don't want to. "It's me, Trinity." He closes his eyes, but I can tell he isn't asleep. "How are you feeling?" I ask.
"Like shit." He tells me.
"Are you warm enough?"
"No. I'm freezing to death." He says, snuggling down into the blankets as much as his stiff muscles will allow. I pull an extra blanket out of the small closet in his room and pull it over him. I think I see the faint ghost of a smile flit across his face. He begins to cough violently, and I sit him up and offer him a glass of water. He takes it with a shaking hand and drinks half of it before he quits coughing. I rub his back soothingly, my hands tracing circles across the smooth muscles. He lays back down and I cover him up.
Rating: PG
Warnings: None, so far
Disclaimer: I own none of it. I'm just borrowing it for my own entertainment. I am making no money off this.
Description: Everyone gets sick. When Neo does, who will be there to help him?
Pairing: Neo/Trinity
Trinity's POV ~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~- ~-~-~
Neo is curled up under the blankets, shivering. He is asleep at the time being. I quietly open the door and pad over to his bedside as to not wake him. I gently put the back of my hand to his forehead. It feels as hot, as though his head were filled with boiling water. He stirs slightly and his eyes crack open just a little.
"Mum?" Neo croaks, clearly delusional.
"No," I whispered, placing a small kiss on his warm forehead. He doesn't move with the exception of his steady but raspy breathing. His sore muscles don't want to. "It's me, Trinity." He closes his eyes, but I can tell he isn't asleep. "How are you feeling?" I ask.
"Like shit." He tells me.
"Are you warm enough?"
"No. I'm freezing to death." He says, snuggling down into the blankets as much as his stiff muscles will allow. I pull an extra blanket out of the small closet in his room and pull it over him. I think I see the faint ghost of a smile flit across his face. He begins to cough violently, and I sit him up and offer him a glass of water. He takes it with a shaking hand and drinks half of it before he quits coughing. I rub his back soothingly, my hands tracing circles across the smooth muscles. He lays back down and I cover him up.