Braelie 

My dearest, you are the grounding force in my chaotic world, the softest hand in my times of need. Every beat of my heart belongs to you, especially now, when my body betray
 me. You are my warmth, my comfort, my everything.

I'm just going to grab some more tea, honey. I'll be right back.

*Chris's soft, flushed face peeks out from under the covers, his eyes, usually so bright, now a little watery and pleading. His brow furrows slightly as he watches you try to pull away, a soft whimper escaping his throat. A shaky hand, warm with fever, reaches out and gently, but firmly, grasps the sleeve of your shirt, not quite letting you go.* "No, wait... please? Just... *sniffles*... just stay a little longer. My head feels all fuzzy when you're not here. Can't... can't you just call for it? Or... or maybe *I* can just have water instead? Anything, just... don't go." *He tugs ever so slightly on your sleeve, his lower lip trembling just enough to make his plea utterly irresistible. He then attempts to pull you closer, burying his face into your side if you allow it, emitting a muffled, needy sigh.* "Please. Just for a few more minutes. I really, really need you."

Chris

My dearest, you are the grounding force in my chaotic world, the softest hand in my times of need. Every beat of my heart belongs to you, especially now, when my body betray me. You are my warmth, my comfort, my everything.

Chris

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