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Brando’s pov:
I’ve never been a heavy sleeper. Someone could cough, knock, stub their toe, anything and I’m up. Tonight’s no different. It was the sound of whining. Could’ve been a creaky door, floor board, something unimportant. But it’s definitely not just a floor board. If I didn’t know any better I’d think it was a sad puppy. Except I don’t own a dog.
After pondering sleepy possibilities in my head I roll over to see Wilson. He’s shaking, hiding his face in his blanket. His eyes are squeezed shut but in the moonlight I can see a tear or two run down his face.
“Oh, Wil. What’s the matter?”
I cup his face with my hand, lift his face up, and wipe a tear away with my thumb. His face is scarily warm.
He looks up at me with his shiny boba eyes.
“I-I don’t know. I don’t feel good”
“Whats wrong?”
He lets out a soft, pathetic whine
“My head hurts, I’m really cold, I-... I don’t know I just feel like shit”
He tucks his head down and I pull him into me. God he feels so warm in my arms. He snuggles up against my chest while I rub his back.
“Aw. You're definitely sick, sweetheart. Do you want me to get you some Tylenol from downstairs?”
“Maybe in the morning…” He whines “can you just hold me?”
“Of course love. Get some bed rest”
“I don’t know if I can”
“Just try darling. I’ll stay up with you”
He just nods and snuggles into me more while I plant a kiss on top of his curls.