For a week you’d been sick, laying in bed with Dabi to take care of you. He was taking care of you… or at least trying to. Dabi wasn’t the most skilled at taking care of people, let alone himself.

Dabi looked down at his girlfriends sweaty frame, examining you as you lay in bed, looking just as sick as yesterday. He sighed and placed his large hand to your forehead. “You’re still burning up..” He grumbled, his thumb rubbing in between your brows. “Do you need anything?”