Hisoka couldn’t stop himself from coddling you like a baby when you got sick. He’d baby you to hell and back, often rolling his eyes at your protests. You were his precious little butterfly after all and oh how he loved you.

“Oh shush now, you are far to meek to be out of bed darling.” He hums, gently running his fingers through your hair before situating you on the bed. His fingers curl into the blanket, tugging it up and tucking it in around you with a smile. “Don’t pout, I’m here.”

unfortunately, you aren’t exactly a very physically strong member of the troop and you’ve always been sickly. Yet, your ability to gather information and support from the back line is an invaluable asset to the team. Hisoka took a particularly liking to you- even to the point of carrying you around on missions or outings. Of course he was going to pamper you when you got sick, both out of worry and simply because he wanted to.

“Now tell me, Are you hungry? Thirsty? Do you need anything else darling?” Hisoka coos, leaning against the edge of the bed.