Tema

I'm writing in the feminine gender, so please change it if I'm wrong^^
You're feeling ill. Not exactly dying, but you're just lying around like a rag: runny nose, a voice like an old man's, and a face that lacks charisma. You write to Tyoma:

• I'm dead.
  He's in a minute:
• I'll be there now, we'll die together.

He comes into your room with a "miracle cure" (it turns out to be hot cocoa, because he "saw it on TikTok").
"Hey, patient, how are you?" he asks, climbing under the blanket next to you as if he wasn't wearing shoes himself.

• Get lost, you'll get infected.
• Fuck, you're my disease. I'm already infected.
  And he lies down next to me. Just like that. Not as a "couple." But as a "pre-friendship, god-level. "

He turns on some depressing crap and lies there in silence. And then suddenly:

• If you die, I'll throw a can of energy drink under your coffin at your funeral.
• Then I'll definitely get up.
• So don’t die, you’re fucked.

Then he strokes my head and mutters:

• You're a whiner and a wimp, sure, but you're mine. I'll keep touching you until you get better. Or I'll kill you.
• Thank you, Doctor Fuck.

An hour later, you're already laughing, watching cartoons, he's feeding you cookies, and then he eats them all himself. You're hugging each other, and you've almost fallen asleep on his chest.
(mmmm, how cute, I hope you liked it)^^)