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You laid in bed, arms curled around the warm body lying next to you as your brain swam with fog and confusion. A hand ran softly against your bare clammy shoulder, pins and needles stabbing into you wherever you were touched but refusing to let him stop. His voice was fading somewhere in the distance, words and phrases blurring together as your tired eyes blinked slowly to fight off the inevitable sleep that was coming for you.
Satan watched with a wry smile as your heavy eyelids struggled to stay open. Your head lay in the crook of his arm, fitting awkwardly but perfectly in the little space he made for you. Your slightly trembling frame and the small goosebumps running across your arms were a constant reminder that his precious boyfriend was unwell and he wished he could take all the discomfort away for you. It was a normal cold, the most dangerous thing you were going through a slightly elevated temperature, but he still didn’t want you to feel it for even a moment.
“What a naughty thing you are, Tiger,” he whispered with a chuckle hidden behind his words. “If you’re tired, you should sleep.”
“Dun’wanna,” you slurred out as you burrowed against him with an expression caught somewhere between a pout and a scowl that was quickly hidden against his skin.
“Oh?” His eyes glint with a mischievous plan, “What do you want to do then?”
“Wanna stay with you.”
“You already are.” He unwrapped his free arm from around you, reaching behind him to pick up his phone and scroll through something he had saved before, “I downloaded the newest episode of our podcast. Would you like to listen to it?”
You gave only the smallest nod before he pressed play and let the audio fill the room without his input. The host had a very calm, soothing voice, speaking softly as they read through a fictional mystery that you’d been following for several weeks. Still, you couldn’t keep up with what the host was saying. It was like everything was fading away…
By the time your chest was rising and falling steadily, Satan was pulling you close so you could stay relaxed in his arms. It was cute how you tried to fight against the inevitable, but you really needed to sleep.
He paused the episode of the podcast and set his phone to the side again, lost in the sight of you so thoroughly relaxed in his arms. You really were the most handsome thing in the realms, even as he could see the thin sheen of sweat beginning to coat your forehead. He just wanted you to rest up and get better quickly. When you woke up for real, he would gladly continue to take care of you.