forum “ there's nothing left to say now.”

Started November 08, 2021 by Deleted user

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“ your fever was a hundred and common sense says that one hundred and two is deadly. “ the doctor said and helped corbin down.

"No it's not… it's gotta be like, over 104 to be dangerous." Corbin wrapped his arms and wings around himself, still shivering where he stood.

The doctor sighed “ you should get back to him, I doubt he’ll come back in here.”

(Google says it's only dangerous 104-107ish, 102 is only mid grade for adults lol)
"Yeah, I guess. Still not super happy he brought me here in the first place." Corbin sighed and shuffled out the door.

Cyrus was waiting outside. You could see through the windows that he was crying, not baling but enough to see the tears fall.

"Cyrus?" Corbin asked tiredly, still a bit frustrated, but not cold-hearted enough to not care when his boyfriend was crying. "You alright? He says I'm fine."

Cyrus flinched a bit, not knowing corbin was behind him. “ a..sorry, yeah I'm ready. I'm glad your okay.” he said softly

Corbin sighed and weakly hugged Cyrus, leaning into him. He still clearly didn't feel great, but he was trying to be comforting.

Cyrus hugged corbin,” let's go home.” he said softly.

"Mm… carry me…?" Corbin asked weakly, his eyelids fluttering a bit. "I'm tired…"

“ sure, “ he said and picked corbin up, he flew home and walked inside.

Corbin had fallen asleep by the time they reached home, limp in Cyrus' arms. His breathing was slow and relaxed, if a bit raspy, and although he didn't look great, he seemed content enough.

Cyrus kept his wings around corbin once they landed, he noticed corbins body temp and couldn't help getting worried.

Corbin seemed okay for the moment. At the very least, he was stable, and he was sleeping well enough. In the morning, he had disappeared from his bed.

Cyrus fussed, reaching across the bed for corbin. “ mmm” he sat up with an absolute mess of hair. He’d gone a while now without cutting his hair. Cyrus eventually got up and brushed his messy hair and went into the living room. “ cori?” he asked sleepily.

Corbin wasn't in the living room either. At first, the apartment was entirely silent; almost eerily so. However, after a minute or so, noises could be heard from the bathroom. It sounded like Corbin had woken up in order to go throw up.

Cyrus sighed and went to the door, he knocked first before coming in to comfort corbin.

Corbin was still hovering over the toilet, gasping for breath. He didn't seem to notice Cyrus coming in. His wings were puffed up and disheveled, and he seemed to be shivering where he knelt on the floor.

Cyrus knelt down to corbin “ I know your puking but, are you okay?” he asked softly.

"Mmmnnnhh…" Corbin replied, curling up on the floor and pressing his forehead against the cold tiles. "F-Feel like crap…" He mumbled. "I'm s… I'm s-so tired… but I don't wanna throw up in bed…"

Cyrus pulled corbin to him gently. “ I'll put a trashcan by the bed okay?” he said softly.

"O-Okay…" Corbin closed his eyes and huddled up against Cyrus weakly, still shivering. Bits of his hair were plastered to his pale forehead. "It's… c-cold in here…"

Cyrus sighed and wrapped his wings around corbin. “ I'm sorry.”

"Mmnh…" Corbin buried himself in Cyrus' wings, still cold despite his relatively warm sleeping clothes. "W-Want… to sleep…"

“ okay,” cyrus said softly and lifted corbin up, taking him to the bed and laying corbin down “ want me with you?” he asked softly.

"Mhm…" Corbin nodded weakly, still clutching Cyrus' hand after he was laid down on the bed. "D-Don't leave me… please…" He whispered.

“ I won't, “ cyrus mumbled softly. He laid down with corbin and wrapped his wings around him “ I've got you, “

Corbin buried his face in Cyrus' chest, making himself as small as possible so he could just be enveloped in Cyrus' warmth. Within a few minutes, he had fallen back asleep.

Cyrus curled around corbin, trying to cover every inch of corbin to keep him from getting cold.