“102 degrees,” he mutters more to himself. Soon I hear a little beep from the thermometer, and Sollux rapidly pulls it out from my mouth. He places the thermometer in my mouth, his eyebrows furrowed in concern as he impatiently waits for its degree. He gently places me on my bed, then grabs the thermometer off of my table. “I think you have a high fever.” I say nothing as he carries me towards my bedroom, the world seeming to spin around me. “Damn it,” he curses as he shifts me so he can carry me bridal style. “Really?” I slur out, the world seeming hazy around me, like a dream. “Hey,, you feel very hot,” he says, a hint of worry in his voice. I think I’ve been asleep for a long while before I’m suddenly awakened by the feeling of skin pressing against my forehead and Sollux’s concerned voice. With the sound of his heartbeat combined with the sounds of the keyboard, I’m gradually lulled to sleep. I feel him scoot back to the computer, and the sound of clicking keys return. With his heat transferring to me, I’m no longer shivering. Maybe a troll’s heartbeat is different from a human’s? And his body is heavenly warm. I wonder why? As much as I’d like to think it’s because he feels the way I do, I have a hard time believing it. But it seems like his heart is beating faster than it should. His heartbeat pounds in a soothing rhythm, which eventually starts to make me feel sleepy. Slowly (oh Gog, my face feels so hot!), I rest my head against his chest. My heart beating a mile a minute, I shyly step forward and hook my legs around Sollux, straddling him. I swallow heavily, which doesn’t feel good going down my soar throat. “Now hurry up, I want to get back to hacking.” Besides, all viruses fear me personally,” he says with a small smirk. “I’m a troll, we’re far more superior to you humans as we cannot catch your measly viruses. I actually do want to sit on his lap, but at the same time, I don’t want to be obvious about it. “B-but you’ll get sick!” I weakly protest. I feel a whole new kind of heat flush my face, and I think I’m going to overheat. Sit on my lap,” he says as if it’s nothing. “If you’re not going to bed, you’re at least going to sit down, and I don’t mean on the cold floor. “Huh?” I breath out, confused as to what he actually means. I expected him to forcefully lead me to bed, but instead he opens his arms. He sighs as he pushes away from the computer. “I’m not going back to bed,” I insist determinedly. “Too bad, you’re sick and you have to follow the rules of being sick bound.” “I’m bored and unable to sleep, so I just want to watch you hack.” “No,” I croak out after the coughing recedes. “I’m in the middle of hacking, but I don’t need your hacking,” he says as I continue to cough roughly. His fingers cease their movement as he turns to me, his eyebrows furrowed. That is, until I erupted into another fit of coughing. But now that he’s absorbed into the digital world, he hardly notices I’m watching him. Then he took claim to my computer and told me I was not allowed out of bed. Sollux isn’t much of a cook, considering all his talent is pretty much spent on computers, but I ate it nonetheless. He had immediately taken my temperature, force fed me medicine, tucked me into bed, and even made me some soup. There’s something about being sick that makes a person feel forlorn and needy, so him showing up at my doorstep was a type of medicine on its own. That’s why it’s a shock that he would keep me company when I can’t even play video games. Sollux is a huge introvert, so to him, being alone isn’t a problem. I was shocked when he insisted on coming over, claiming a sick person shouldn’t be left alone. The only reason he’s here is he happened to call me, and I erupted into a fit of coughing. gives me a headache, I’m unable to focus on reading, and I lack the spirit to play video games, so I opted to listen to the calming tapping of keyboard keys in the presence of the troll I love. I should be in bed, but I’ve practically slept the day away until night approached, and now I’m no longer able to at least sleep through the shivers, drool, and snot. So here I am, my trembling body wrapped in a blanket, as I watch Sollux tap away at my computer. And despite my face burning up, my body shivers in a chill when it’s not even cold. I feel so gross, like I’m nothing more but a sculpture of sweat and snot. I won’t be typing in a lisp, because I would inaccurately write a lisp due to never hearing it in person.
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