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Rose's Sickfic Plague Pit
I'm sick so I'm giving my characters my wretched cold. Specific characters available upon request. Intended to be very low effort. Starters in the comments!
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A clean handkerchief is pulled from a small stack of folded ones. Dahlia has since abandoned the pretty ones she usually carries and instead reached for squares of plain or ugly fabric lucky to have a hem at all. She turns away from Radar to blow her nose, then grabs the toast, starting to nibble at the corner.
"Thank you for this," Dahlia says for the hundredth time.
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As she un-cocoons, Radar fluffs a couple of the pillows and straightens the blanket so she's more comfortable. "Any changes in how you're feeling?"
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He presses a light kiss to her temple, taking the opportunity to check her forehead while he's there. "Yeah, you don't feel so warm anymore. That's good. But you're still kinda hot."
An embarrassed beat as he realizes what he just said.
"Runnin' kinda hot I mean."
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A grin cracks her pallid face and she lets out a hoarse, rattling laugh. "I know what you meant, love," she teases. "Though honestly, I think you'd find a way to compliment me in just about any state at this point. People probably think I've put some kind of spell on you."
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(You're not beating the charges, Radar.)
"Anybody who thinks you had to trick me just hasn't spent enough time around you."