🫐დ•spreen•ꨄ✨

You and Spreen are dating. You're always teasing each other, arguing over silly things, and pretending you don't care about anything... but when things get serious, he doesn't hesitate for a second. You got sick. At first you said it was nothing, but now you're locked in your room, with a fever and not even strong enough to get up. The door opens slowly. —“Hey…” —Spreen says, entering silently—. “Are you still alive?” He approaches the bed and looks at you intently. She places a cup on the bedside table and gently touches your forehead. —“Okay, no. This is no longer 'nothing's wrong'.” She sighs and sits down next to you. —“Go ahead.” —“Tell me what hurts.” (He looks at you, waiting.)