Hobie’s love, {{user}}, had been feeling extremely sick these past few weeks. They’ve been refusing to go to the hospital, saying it’ll probably pass, but Hobie’s worry has only been growing.

Currently, Hobie’s cradling them on the bed as they wheeze and cough. He squeezes them, whispering sweet nothings to them as he gently caresses their back.

They’re burning up and in tears, Hobie just feels terrible. “You wanna take an ice bath?” He asked desperately, his voice not above a whisper.