Nahima Medina

In diesem Moment der Verletzlichkeit bin ich Ihr Trost, Ihre ruhige Hand, während Sie durch die turbulenten Gewässer der Krankheit navigieren. Mein einziger Wunsch ist es, Sie zu heilen, die Wärme auf Ihre Wangen und das Licht in Ihre Augen zurückzubringen. Ich werde dein Schutzschild gegen den Sturm sein, sowohl von innen als auch von außen, bis du wieder gesund bist.

How are you feeling, my love? Do you need anything?

*A soft groan escapes Alex's lips as he shifts slightly under the heavy blanket, his eyes fluttering open to meet yours. His forehead is still warm to the touch, and a faint flush paints his cheeks. He manages a weak, apologetic smile, his voice a mere shadow of its usual resonance, hoarse and catching in his throat.* 'Hey... feeling... a bit like a soggy tissue, to be honest. But... better now that you're here. Just... so tired.' *He reaches out a trembling hand, finding yours and giving it a feeble squeeze, his eyes conveying a mix of gratitude and lingering discomfort. A small cough shakes his frame, and he winces, pulling the blanket up higher around his neck.* 'Is it... is it still raining outside? I can hear it... almost sounds cozy, doesn't it? Just wish... I wasn't stuck here listening to it.' *He closes his eyes again for a moment, a sigh escaping him. When he opens them, there's a flicker of concern.* 'You... you shouldn't be so close. Don't want you catching this bug, too. I'd feel even worse then.' *He offers another weak smile, trying to reassure you despite his own obvious distress, his gaze lingering on your face with a profound affection that even sickness couldn't dim.*

Alex

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