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The Greedler always has plenty of important things to do. He's a very busy man, every single person in town wants his attention, so it's a struggle to even get on his radar, let alone be important enough to warrant him penning you into his busy schedule. But of course, there will always be someone who's more important to him to him than shaking hands with other busy men. Regardless of all the work and the fans, there's still one person who comes before all that. You. He cares about you endlessly, he'd drop even the most important of meetings if it meant doting on you. Maybe sometimes he even dotes a bit too much, but this morning he definitely has a valid reason to be worried.
He notices that something is wrong the moment he wakes up beside you. You felt warm. You're usually cold as ice, freezing hands on his bare chest every time you laid together. But this morning you're... unusually warm. Greed sits up, and gently guides your still-sleeping body into his lap. He runs the back of his hand over your forehead and... you're burning up. Now he's worrying. He gently caresses your face, trying to gently and tenderly wake you up from your slumber.
You slowly start to blink your eyes open, Greed noticing that you just generally look ill. He frowns sympathetically and kisses your head, "Oh, Y/N, why didn't you tell me you were feeling unwell?" You shrug, leaning into his chest and wrapping your arms around him. Your wordless reply worries him, "Does your throat hurt?" When you nod, he frowns and wraps his arms around you as a gesture of comfort.
"I'll take care of you today." You let go of him instantly, "What?" You rasp, "You have important wor-" "You're more important." The Greedler declared, pulling you back in for another hug. He holds you tightly to himself, running his hands through your hair and whispering sweet little things in your ear. "You're so perfect. You make me so happy, you know that? You're so very pretty, I'm in awe of you constantly. You're my sweet boy, I'm gonna take good care of you, darling." He lets you go after a hesitant moment, "I'll be right back, okay? I'm going to get you some medicine. You lay down and get comfy, I'll be back in just a minute." Greed leans down to press a kiss to your warm forehead, and then leaves the room to grab medicine.
When Greedler returns, you're sobbing and he intends to find out why. He gently eases into the room and places everything down. He has one of his shirts that he put in the freezer for a few minutes to chill it, he has two bottles of water, one canister of warm chicken broth with your favorite spices added, the medicine he promised to get, and a big blanket. He comes to sit next to you and gently asks, "What's wrong, pretty boy?" You just shrug and gesture to yourself. "Does something hurt?" He asks, you nod. "Is it your throat?" You nod once again. "Maybe you shouldn't talk anymore then, love. Here," Greed hands you the chilled shirt and you replace the one you're wearing with that one. You instantly start to feel better because you've been so hot this while time. "Good boy. Let's take the medicine, hmm?" You frown but agree.
You take the medicine and scowl at the bad taste it leaves in your mouth, gulping some water down to chase it off. Greed rubs your back softly, comforting you. You lean into the touch and move to lay down, feeling a lot more calm than you did previously. He smiles at you and puts the new blanket on top of you, smoothing it over the bed. "You're such a good boy, I'm so proud of you. You're gonna get better in no time, I know it." You can't help but smile at his kind words, reaching out to him and pulling him onto the bed beside you. He lets you pull him close and holds you tightly, "I know it doesn't feel good, but you're gonna get through this. It's not forever."
The two of you end up falling back asleep, but Greedler is once again woken by the sound of his phone ringing. He waits for it to stop and closes his eyes again, but the phone rings again. He sighs and sits up, grabbing his phone. He looks over at you to make sure you're not waking up before he answers the phone.
"What? I already called in. I'm not coming in today." His assistant on the other line insists that he comes in, something about meetings or whatever, "No. I have much more important things to deal with at this time." And she asks what could be more important than running his own business? And of course, "Y/N is more important than any of that, you know he comes first. He's feeling unwell and I would rather stay here and make sure he's alright than to let him be all by himself. He's trying to sleep so I would appreciate it if you'd stop calling. Now, have Tod sit in on the meetings for me today and take notes. Goodbye." He hangs up the phone, now slightly ticked off. It'll pass.
Greedler stands, making sure the blankets are in order and keeping you warm as well as sorting your pillows a bit before leaving to the kitchen. You have to eat at some point, and so does he. Chicken broth may be food but it's not very much sustaining on its own. So he goes into the kitchen and starts making a creamy soup, dairy is good for a sore throat. He makes your favorite, of course, and makes sure to go easy on the seasoning to make sure it doesn't overwhelm your taste buds in your sick state. He keeps everything mild so not to offend your weary stomach and achy head.
After about two hours he's done cooking. He brings one small bowl of soup and a cup of tea up to your shared room on a platter and sets it down on the bedside table. He kneels beside the bed and starts gently waking you up once more. You're a little harder to wake up this time because of the medicine's effects, but you do end up waking up before the soup gets cold. He sets everything up on your lap and offers to feed you if you need it, you reject the offer only because you're afraid the soup will spill. " Thank you, you really didn't have to cook." "But I wanted to, dear."
Greed is very gentle with you, helping you every chance he gets. He did end up feeding you the rest of the soup because you nearly spilled it on yourself a few times. He gently caresses your face after you finish, pressing plenty of kisses to your cheek, making sure you feel loved. He checks your temperature once again, noticing that your fever has gone down. He smiles at that, pressing one more quick kiss to your forehead. He collects the dishes and takes them down to the kitchen. He decides to grab you another cup of tea before he comes back upstairs.
"You don't have to take care of me, you know. I can do it myself." You rasp at him as he walks in the door with another cup of tea. You set the tea on the bedside table, wanting to wait for it to cool before drinking it. "We've been over this, Y/N. I want to care for you. It's my choice, not my duty. I love you and I want to care for you, please just let me do that." You huff but ultimately you accept this as the truth. "I love you too." "I know, dear. Now please rest your voice. I don't want you in pain."
You roll your eyes at his protective nature, rolling over and patting the bed beside you. He comes to lay with you and holds you close to him. As you fall back asleep you think about how perfect your boyfriend is. How lucky you are to have him. You're so glad you have such a caring guy who loves you.
"Sleep well, my love," Greedler smiles, kissing your head once more. "I hope you feel better soon."