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Latte and Feather lived together, considering the fact they'd been dating for almost a year now. However, they had separate rooms as both of them preferred their alone time and personal space, and this worked well for them.

It was a warm summer morning, and they both had plans for the day. Latte had to go to a car dealership. He was 21 years old and still didn't have a car despite passing his drivers test. Also... she didn't want to make Feather walk 30 minutes to work after the holidays were over. She always complained about "her poor legs!". As for Feather, she had to do the weekly grocery shopping, along with picking up her prescription from the pharmacy, which she hated doing. She was never a fan of medical stuff.

Fortunate for her, guess who woke up sick... and who's gonna make it her problem...!

Latte opened his eyes slowly and almost immediately noticed his nose was blocked. He tried sniffing to get rid of the blockage, but to no avail. As she began to adjust to her surroundings, she noticed a burning feeling in the back of her throat. They made a fist and put it in front of their mouth and coughed, albeit keeping her mouth shut, which did absolutely nothing to ease the uncomfortable feeling. Great. She knew damn well she was in for a treat today. 

Latte heard Feather walking around the house getting ready to leave. He figured she always has her phone at hand, so he pulled out his own phone and weakly managed to text her.

"can u come here rq"

A few seconds passed, and it hadn't been read, but there was a faintly audible "UGH." noise from the pink-haired girl that Latte could hear from her room. Judging by that, she assumed she read the notification.

Feather stomped over and aggressively opened Latte's bedroom door. 

"What? I'm trying to leav-"

Feather stopped in her tracks as soon as she caught a glimpse of her partner looking as pale as a sheet of paper, laying in bed with the duvet covering his entire body up to his mouth.

Feather put one hand on her chest and moved backwards in slight disgust and concern.

"Oh my GOD, you look AWFUL." She shut the door behind her and backed herself up against the wall.

"Yeah okay, thanks. I feel awful." Latte sniffled.

"Okay? What do you want me to do? Read you a 20k word fluff fanfic?"

Latte scowled at Feather before sneezing, facing away from her, of course.

"Ew, gross. Go get a tissue." She pointed to the ensuite bathroom.

"Feather, I can't. Move." 

Feather let out a long, loud groan as she ambled over to the bathroom, grabbing a tissue from the box and attempting to throw it over to Latte, but obviously.. it's paper. It immediately blew onto the ground.

"Nice." Latte remarked sarcastically.

"Oh, so you're too sick to get your lazy ass off your bed but you're well enough to be a sarcastic bitch?" Feather scoffed, smiling slightly.

"Just give me the tissue." He replied weakly. Sure, he wasn't sick enough to not be sarcastic, but he was too sick to even consider arguing with Feather. This was a battle he was too drained to pick.

Feather crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow. Latte scoffed and rolled their eyes.

"Please."

Feather looked over to the side.

"One sec."

She hurried over to her own room. Latte could hear some rummaging, assumedly in her drawers. Then, she came back wearing a face mask and gloves. Christ almighty.

"Are you serious." Latte raised his eyebrows in disbelief.

"Well, I'm sorry that I don't wanna get sick, too." Her voice could barely be heard from the barrier of the mask.

She walked over, picking up the tissue with just her index finger and thumb, holding it as far away from herself as physically possible. She edged towards Latte, taking tiny steps before letting go of the tissue. It dropped right onto Latte's face. 

"Oop. Sorry." Feather immediately backed away, pressing herself against the wall again, keeping as much distance as she could between herself and her deathly sick partner.

Latte sighed, an audible crackling in her breath. She coughed again before blowing her nose into the tissue. 

"So fucking gross." Feather's face scrunched up.

"Hey. I'm the sick one here, can't you muster up a little bit of kindness right now?" Latte's eyebrows furrowed.

"I got you that tissue! Was that just not good enough for you, O Lord Latte Polanski of Pragma?" Feather mocked Latte. She was tired of this.

Latte turned over to face the wall.

"Good. Stay like that, it won't spread your germs." 

"Can you get me ibuprofen?" 

"Ugh, ANOTHER demand. So damn needy." Feather aggresively threw her hands up before stomping over to the medicine cabinet in the main bathroom and grabbing a packet of ibuprofen. She walked back into Latte's room and tossed it at him, to which it ended up hitting his leg. 

Latte weakly leaned over, picking up the medicine, popping out one pill and scowling yet again at her girlfriend.

"Oh, I'm sorry, would you have preferred it on a silver platter?"

"Stop being an asshole." Latte sat up straight and attempted to swallow the pill with a glass of water he had on his bedside desk, but struggled at first. His throat was enflamed, and he felt a sting every time he swallowed. After he had swallowed 100% of the water in his mouth and 0% of the pill, he tried again, to which he succeeded. 

"Are you good now? Can I go?" Feather pointed her thumb at the bedroom door behind her.

"Yeah, thanks. I'm just gonna sleep it off." Latte moved himself to be laying down, facing the wall once again. 

Feather placed her hand on the doorhandle, before she noticed an awful stench. She quickly turned around to look at Latte, who was trying to sleep peacefully.

"Okay, no, you need a bath." 

"I'm sick." Latte mumbled, her eyes still tightly shut.

"You can't be sick AND smell like a dumpster. Pick a struggle." 

"So carry me." Latte sounded genuine, it was obvious they did not want to get up at all.

"I am NOT touching you." Feather backed off in disgust.

Latte didn't fight back, he only sighed sorrowfully. Feather stood for a moment, she couldn't stand the smell any longer.

"Oh my- FIIINE. But you're washing yourself. You're able."

Feather ripped the duvet off her partner, before swiftly picking them up bridal style and trekking to the main bathroom. She used her elbow to push down the doorhandle, before using her foot to further pry the door open. She gently placed Latte into the bathtub.

"I can't bathe in my clothes." He rubbed his eyes.

"You sort it out, then I need a bath too. Eugh." She attempted to dust the germs off of her clothes, before striding out of the bathroom and closing the door behind her.

Feather figured Latte would be okay on his own, so she left the house to run her errands. At the grocery store, she picked up some herbal tea and cough drops for Latte. Along with this, she stocked up on ibuprofen and paracetamol for him.

She arrived home, sighing and closing the door behind her with the one free hand she had, as the bags were clutched in the other.

The house was silent, as expected. She tiredly sauntered over to the bathroom, hoping that Latte had already sorted herself out. Slowly opening the door, she was surprised to see Latte.. sleeping in the bathtub, no water in sight. 

Feather muttered a tiny "You've got to be kidding.", trying her best not to wake up the sleeping beauty in the tub. 

She leaned down, picking him up yet again and taking him back to his bed. She slowly placed him down, adjusting the duvet to be over his entire body, tucking him in. 

She went back to the front hallway and started preparing a herbal tea. She tapped the counter impatiently as she waited for the kettle to boil. She eventually poured the boiling water into Latte's favourite pale green mug. After a few minutes, the tea was ready. Feather went back to grab the cough drops in one hand, and the hot mug in the other hand. She carefully strolled back into Latte's room, placing both objects onto his bedside desk as quietly as possible. 

Feather had no doubt that Latte would check his phone the moment he woke up, so she began to text him a message. 

"you fell asleep in the tub. there's tea & cough drops on ur desk 4 u. sorry about earlier. love u 🩷"

A few hours passed, and Latte eventually awoke. He checked his phone, reading his notifications and seeing the kind message from his girlfriend and couldn't help but smile at the realisation that she actually did all that for them. She slightly leaned over to her desk, picking up the mug, which was stone cold by now, which Latte didn't mind. He took a few sips before picking up the packet of cough drops and popping one in his mouth. He then opened the notification and began to type.

"thanks babe 💚"