Zen
Cough. Cough. “Babe,” Zen groaned. “Babe!”
“I’m coming, I’m coming.” MC laughed, sitting in the chair next to their bed and placing the bowl of soup they made on the side table. They took out a thermometer and placed it in Zen’s mouth and waited. MC sighed when they got it back. His fever hasn’t gone down yet and he was getting restless. MC placed a hand on Zen’s forehead. “Looks like you’ll be staying home today as well.”
Zen was too busy groaning to notice. MC told him to bring an umbrella with him when the weather report said it would rain, but he didn’t listen, and got home soaking wet. They joked about it at the time, and MC appreciated the sight, but the next morning, Zen woke up with a fever. He’s been acting like he was dying ever since.
MC didn’t mind. Zen is always doting on them anyway, so they were glad to take care of him for once. And it was actually pretty cute. MC smiled, “Come on Zen, you should eat this before it gets cold.”
Zen sat up, but instead of taking the bowl from them, he opened his mouth. “You need to feed me MC, I’m sick.”
MC giggled. They could tell he was only joking, but MC decided to do it anyway. MC blew on the spoon and brought it close to his mouth.
Zen blushed, but ate the soup anyway, not looking directly at them.
After finishing the soup, Zen drank his medicine and lay back down and covered himself with the blanket. He looked miserable. MC placed a hand in his face. "What can I do to make you feel better?"
Zen lifted the blanket and MC slid into the bed with him. Zen sighed, contented. He said and hugged them closer.