The Hunter - 2 - Sick
this one is a bit more of a sick fic. nothing happens here that is absolutely vital to the story so if you don’t like sick fics skip this one. Also it ended up mostly dialogue, sorry.
CW: fever, I really don’t think there’s anything else it’s mostly caretaking
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When Darius woke up Thomas was still asleep. He cuddled up next to him. He was warm, too warm.
“Tom wake up”
“What is it”
“Everyone feels warm to you”
“No I mean like warmer than normal” he explained “I’m going to go get a thermometer”
“Darius it’s not that big of a deal.” He called after him.
He was back in a minute, thermometer in hand.
He rolled his eyes before opening his mouth and allowing the thermometer to be placed under his tongue. The red fluid inside the glass tube rose slowly before coming to a stop.
“Hey um… what’s normal body Temperature for a human ?”
“Uh this says 101.5”
“No you’re not” Darius stated “I think we should wait to leave until you get better”
“Do you realize how dangerous it is for us to wait?” Thomas questioned “We leave tonight”
“If you can stand without getting dizzy we’ll go tonight”
Thomas Sighed and sat up slowly, swung his legs Over the edge of the bed and stood up.
“See I’m fine” he said swaying on his feet.
“No you’re not, go back to bed”
“Darius, I’ll be fine after I eat something.”
“Bed, now” he demanded, crossing his arms in an attempt to seem imposing. “I’ll go make you some soup”
“Do you even know how to cook”
“Yes” he huffed “I’ll be back in a bit. You need to get some rest.”
Darius went down stairs to the kitchen and started a pot on the stove. Cooking had always been calming to him and he enjoyed the science of it. He actually liked human food, it didn’t provide any nutritional value, but it tasted good. Once the soup was finished he brought it up to him.
“Soup is ready.” He said cheerily. His demeanor faltered when he saw Tom “Darling?”
He was shivering under the covers. His face was flushed. A layer of sweat shined on his skin.
He set the bowl on the nightstand. He placed his hand against his forehead. A weak moan escaped his lips
“You’re burning up.”
“I, I’m fine.”
“No you aren’t.” He sighed, caressing his cheek “Open up.”
He turned his head away.
“Open your mouth or I’ll go get the other thermometer.”
He opened his mouth. The liquid rose to 105.
“We need to get you cooled down.” He sighed smoothing his hair back.
“I’ll be fine, we need to leave.”
“No we need to get you well.” Darius argued “I’m going to run you a cold bath.”
He stood up, immediately teetering on his feet.
“We, we need to leave it isn’t safe to stay here.”
He collapsed and Darius caught him under the arms.
“But it isn’t safe for you to travel like this.”
“No buts. The sooner that you are well the sooner we can leave.” Darius said, maybe a bit more harshly than he intended. “Do you feel well enough to eat? Be honest.”
“Let’s get you in the bath then.”
He helped him to the bathroom. He turned on the water. He sat him down on the edge of the bath as he helped him undress. He put a foot in the water before drawing back with a hiss.
“Darling we need to get your temperature down.” Darius sighed “It isn’t as cold as you think”
“You can’t feel temperature right.” Tom grumbled.
He gave in, stepping one foot in then the other. He shivered. He helped him lower himself into the bath.
“Do you want help.”
He shook his head.
“Call for me if you need anything”
Darius went back to the kitchen and reheated the soup. He left it on low to keep it warm then went back to check on Tom.
“How are you doing darling?”
“Can I get out yet?”
He put the back of his hand against his forehead.
“I suppose, it seems like your fever has gone down a bit.”
He helped him out of the bath. Then he helped him dry of with a soft fluffy towel, before walking him back to bed.
“Do you feel like eating yet.”
He smiled gently before going back downstairs to get him a bowl of soup.