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"Tim. My beloved. The love of my fucking life. Can you please. Please just kill me?" A bedridden Jonny implored, before breaking down into a coughing fit.
Tim rolled his eyes, aggressively piling quilts onto the coughing man. "No. Every time you get this fucking disease, you always manipulate someone into killing you. Maybe if I let you die naturally, it will be enough motivation not to let this keep happening"
"Oh come on, it's just a little prion disease, happens all the time"
"It wouldn't if you would stop fucking eating people"
Jonny opened his mouth to reply but was rudely interrupted by another coughing fit.
"That's what I thought," Tim said smugly. "I'm going to go get you some water. I want you to experience the consequences of your actions, just this once, but I do still love you."
Jonny just glared at him, still incapacitated by his lungs being treacherous bastards.
When Tim re-entered the room, Jonny had stopped coughing, which unfortunately for Tim meant he could resume talking.
"Oh it fucking took you long enough, thought I'd die before you got back."
Tim had the audacity to laugh at his long suffering boyfriend. "Oh come on, you're being dramatic."
"I am not! I could have died! You took eons!"
"I took about five minutes dear."
"Absolutely not, you were gone forever," Jonny pouted
Tim, bastard that he was, laughed again, and presented Jonny with a glass of water.
"Here you are love, the water that took me absolutely forever to fetch for you. Can you still move your arms, or do I need to help you drink it?" There was a tenderness to the way he said it, like he wasn't drawing out Jonny's pain for his own sick pleasure, instead of doing the humane thing: killing him.
Jonny struggled against his own body to lift his arms- just enough to grab the damned water come on- but it proved futile, and he slumped more into the bed, sighing.
Tim smiled sweetly -asshole- and leaned over Jonny to lift the glass to his lips.
After Tim was satisfied with the amount of water he forced down Jonny's throat, he stood up and turned around like he was going to leave the room.
"Wait, where the hell do you think you're going?" Jonny demanded, like he hadn't been complaining about how much his boyfriend was fussing over him.
"I'm going to let you rest, I think I've tortured you enough for now."
Jonny pouted. "Bastard."
"What?" Tim turned back towards Jonny and tilted his head, genuinely confused as to what was wrong now.
"You come in here. You won't fucking kill me. You act all goddamn domestic. And you won't even come snuggle me??"
Tim laughed at that, Jonny must be really far gone to be demanding cuddles of all things. He was scowling now, and Tim was sure that if he could lift his arms they'd be crossed.
Still, there was something endearing about it, and Tim found himself adjusting all the quilts he'd piled onto Jonny and crawling in the bed next to him.
Finally satisfied, Jonny closed his eyes and snuggled as close to Tim as his body would allow.
"I'll probably die soon."
"Probably."
"First thing I'm gonna do is shoot you for dragging it out like this."
"I don't doubt it," Tim smiled, and gently kissed Jonny on the head as he held him close.