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Steve curls up on his side, clutching his middle with a groan. Eddie squats down in front of the couch, reaching out to brush away the hair plastered to Steve’s sweaty forehead.
“You want me to get you a blanket, sweetheart?”
Steve groans and peers up at Eddie, his head bobbing in a weak nod.
Eddie presses his lips to Steve’s forehead and mumbles “I’ll be right back,” against his skin.
Steve sighs, feeling a little better even as he curls tighter around himself to wait for Eddie to get back.