My head felt like it was filled with water and my nose filled with cats. Feeling like shit was an understatement, if I could punch the devil in his face to get rid of this feeling I would. Luckily I had 2d to be sick with. Here we were in his bed covered by blankets and tissues. Bottles of Nyquil and cold medicines filled the nightstand. Only the TV gave light in the dark dingy room, it was a movie that we've seen a thousand times. I'm glad I can't smell anything since this room probably smells of death and us probably the same. We shivered together cuddled up trying to stay warm. Although I rather be cuddling with 2d without being sick but I'll take this.
"'ow are you feelin luv?" 2d inquired, his voice was scratchy and barely audible.
"Like shit, I assume you feel worse." He nods. I was hungry but last time I ate I threw up making 2D throw up. Plus Russell and Murdoc were out and we were too weak to move.
"I'm so sorry I got you sick luv." He whispers while weakly playing with my hair, a soft kiss was placed on my forehead. In the moment I wanted to grab his face and kiss it but I couldn't find the energy.
"It's okay, if I had to get sick I'm glad it was with you." Soon after we drifted off to sleep that was needed.
My dreams were filled with 2D, some weird and some cute. "Yer so beautiful even when you're sick." He would tell me while stroking my cheek. It felt so real like it was happening but it was a dream. "Oh little luv if you only knew how much you mean to me." Sadness filled his voice. Hesitantly he leans towards me and a soft kiss was placed on my lips. Warmth shot through my body; why couldn't this be real life? If only…
Something stirs me from my sleep, I don't open my eyes but I can feel 2D tightly holding me. "My little luv" he spoke again. This time I wasn't dreaming when I felt his lips touching mine. Barely a kiss but it took everything in me not to shoot my eyes open. Holy fuck he kissed me it might not have been a deep kiss but holy fuck! I wasn't dreaming then either when he said I was beautiful. Does that means he likes me, it has to. I wanted to kiss him back so bad but I was s cared I was going to scare him or something, after all he was under the assumption I was asleep; fuck it.
When my eyes flutter open their met with 2D's black orbs. He went ridged thinking he was fucked but was instantly taken back with surprise when my lips captures his. After a few seconds he relaxed and kissed back, hungrily but with a loving feel. I intertwine my fingers in his hair and he holds me tighter. I can feel him smile as I'm sure he can feel mine. He pulls away to my disappointment but rests his head on my chest looking up like he just won a million dollars.
"I've been waiting to do that for a while luv." I wanted to say something back but all I could do was smile like an idiot. He grabs my hand squeezing it with what strength he had. We kiss again taking the rest of our energy before settling into a very blissful sleep.
Who knew being sick could be so great!