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Beep beep beep beep beep be-
“Ughh,” you groaned slamming off your alarm you flipped your arm back to your side
Hmmm something doesn’t feel right
Never mind that, you needed to make breakfast
Since living with Brahms he had made a few exceptions thanks to you sweet talking, and the now open communication instead of just talking loudly to the walls.
You would wake up at 7 am, wake Brahms, then make breakfast.
You sluggishly get out of bed immediately feeling woozy, placing your hand in the bed frame for support as you make your way to change
After changing you made your way to Brahms.
Knock knock
“coming in brahms” you warned
Walking in the normal sight is in frount of you.
Brahms sleeping peacefully, his mask still on his face. It’s a mystery how it hasn’t broke again. You smile a bit while sighing and walking to Brahms bedside.
“Brahmsss, brahmsyyy,” you said as comfortingly as you could, although your voice came out scratchy and rasp.
“Mmm,” he mumbled and slowly opened his eyes as you rubbed his arm
“Good mornin’, I’m going to go make some breakfast, come out when your ready. You clothes are where they usually are.”
Another exception is dressing him. Instead you just leave a set of clothing on the trunk at the end of his bed every morning.
Walking to the kitchen you stop and place a hand on your head and one one on the counter taking a deep breath.
“Ughh” you mumble feeling your head pound
You sigh, “ok, breakfast”
Grabbing a pan and various ingredients you chose to make breakfast wraps they’re not the most fancy but they were easy and quick. Pushing through your headache and overall aching body you finish the meal an get ready to set the table.
“Good morning y/n,” you hear a familiar high pitched voice call out.
“Mornin’ Brahms,” although your voice comes out weak and a bit scratchy you still smile at Brahms’s words.
“Here!” He grins widely under the mask before grabbing silverware and plates moving them to the table
“Thank you, good boy brahms,” you say, chuckling at how you could feel his big grin from under his mask.
You bring the wraps and some fruit you found in the fridge and bring it to the table.
You sit at your seat and place you head in your hand,
“Hm?” Brahms looks at you
“Sorry, I’m just feeling off today.” You explain
He suddenly stand and walks over to you. Pulling your head up and back a bit causing you to panic a bit, but he quickly placed the back of his hand onto your forehead.
“Your really warm!! Why didn’t you say you were feeling sick!!” Brahms says, almost scoldingly
“Oh, uhh, I’ll be fine I just feel a lil off-“
“ No!!” Brahms cuts you of as he pulls your chair back as if it was nothing and picks you up.
“Brahms- you don’t have to-“
“No no! You’re sick you need to rest!” He insists
He carries you all the way to your room and tucks you in
“Stay here!” He says pointing at you before running off
Brahms soon comes back with a bunch of blankets and pillows and carelessly tosses them onto you.
“Ack!-“
He’s gone again before you can recover from his pillow attack. You snuggle into the covers allowing your body to melt into the pillows. Brahms soon comes back with an ice pack and thermometer.
“Here!” He says, laying the ice pack on your head and putting the thermometer into your mouth. He sits sideways on the bed brushing a piece of hair out of your face. The thermometer goes off and he checks it.
“Your sick, you need to rest today!” He says, you knew you wouldn’t be able to convince him otherwise do you just nodded. He pulls up all the covers and slides into bed next to you.
“Aren’t you worried you gonna get sick Brahms?” You questioned, shifting over to give him more room.
“Hmm, a little, but i want hugs.” He chuckled and scooted in closer. You just laughed in return before letting your eyes drift close.
“Sleep tight y/n,”