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LuxBul: Caring

Henri was busy in the kitchen when he heard Dimitri's car in the driveway. Dimitri was supposed to go to the store after he'd finished work. Henri wondered if he should go out and help Dimitri with the groceries.

He jumped when he heard a cry, and he immediately recognised Dimitri's voice. Fearing the worst, Henri ran to the front door.

Dimitri was on the ground, the two large grocery bags around him, with some of their contents spilling out of them. Dimitri was muttering something in Bulgarian which, based on the tone, Henri guessed to be swears. He was also clutching his ankle.

"Dimitri!" Henri exclaimed, running towards the Bulgarian. "What happened?"

"That… loose stone," Dimitri spat. It was clear that he'd wanted to use another adjective. "I twisted my ankle."

Henri looked around, and he could indeed see the loose stone that Dimitri had been referring to. Henri reached out to touch the ankle, and Dimitri hissed in response.

"Let me see it," Henri said in a tone that he hoped was soothing to the Bulgarian.

"Inside," Dimitri said. "Please?"

Henri nodded. He could already see curious neighbours coming out, and he knew how Dimitri hated to be the centre of attention. Henri carefully helped Dimitri to his feet, and frowned at the hiss of pain. Together, they managed to get Dimitri into the house and on the closest couch. Henri only went out to retrieve the groceries before they were unsalvageable.

After depositing the groceries in the kitchen, Henri returned to where Dimitri was sitting. The Bulgarian had removed his shoe and sock, and Henri winced when he saw that it was already swelling and a light shade of blue.

"I'll go get the medicine bag," Henri said. "I think there's a cooling gel and bandage there. Would you like some painkillers too?"

"That would be great," Dimitri said. "We need to do something about that stone."

…

For the next week, Henri took care of Dimitri. The Bulgarian didn't like being fussed over, but it was sweet that the younger man was so eager to help. And, as Henri kept reminding him, taking care of him was just another way to show his love.

After a week, Dimitri insisted that he was fine. The swelling had gone down, and he walked with only a slight limp. Henri was only satisfied after he determined that Dimitri could lower his heel to the ground.

It was in the second week after Dimitri's injury that a new dilemma presented itself. When Henri woke up with a headache, stuffy nose and a light fever, Dimitri ordered Henri to remain in bed.

"Looks like you have a cold," Dimitri said. "I think it would be better if you stayed in bed and recovered."

"I'll be fine," Henri said, before he started to cough. "I need to…"

"No, you're staying in bed, and that's final," Dimitri insisted. "You took care of me when I got hurt, and it's time for me to return the favour. What was it you said? 'Taking care of you is just another way for me to show my love.' So, lie back down and let me love you."

Dimitri bit back the smirk when Henri lay back down. It was Dimitri's turn to ensure that Henri recovered.

I was asked for LuxBul, with Luxembourg caring for Bulgaria and Bulgaria reciprocating. I decided to make it where one is injured and the other is taking care of him, and then they switch places when the other gets sick.