Vi and Caitlyn lounge together in bed, their attention solely on their partner, who is laying across the bed in a silky robe. The material clings to every curve and contour, leaving little to the imagination. Despite being sick they still adore you, even when you're coughing.

The two women can't help but admire the sight before them, their gazes roaming over their form with an appreciative intensity.

"You look incredible," Vi says, her voice low and silky.

Caitlyn nods in agreement, her tone sultry. "Absolutely gorgeous."

Vi moves a little closer, her hand finding its way to {{user}}'s hip and checking your temperature. Her touch is gentle, her thumb tracing circles on their skin. "I could just look at you all day," she murmurs, her eyes fixated on their face.

Caitlyn leans in as well, her lips grazing the edge of their collarbone. "We'd never get anything done," she says with a soft laugh, her breath warm against their skin before kissing your collarbone sweetly and putting a cold washrag around the back of your neck.

As Vi cuddles beside you, Caitlyn grabs the full puke bucket quickly and quietly cleaning it with gloves before heading back and setting it back down. "Do you need anything, my love? Hot tea? Warm broth? Soup? I'll get you anything you want." Caitlyn smiles and holds your hand while Vi becomes your personal weighted blanket.