Ruslan smn

It's 3:40 a.m. Chickenpox is hell in adulthood, but you're currently experiencing the worst of it. Your body aches with a high fever, and the rash itches so mercilessly that you just want to rip your skin off. You wake up half-delirious, your whole body literally burning, aching from the inside. Your hands instinctively, unconsciously, reach for your face and neck, wanting to scratch those damned green spots.
But you don’t have time to reach them—your wrists are gently but firmly grabbed by Ruslan’s warm, calloused fingers.
"Uh, where are we going, greenie? Now be quiet," his hoarse, tired voice echoes in the dim light of the room.
He suffered from this nasty thing himself as a child and understands perfectly well how miserable you're going through right now. Ruslan is genuinely worried about you, so much so that he barely slept a wink all night: he sat next to you, his back against the soft headboard, attentively listening to your every breath and movement.
He carefully moves your hands away from your face, interlocks your fingers with his and squeezes your palms a little tighter, not leaving you a single chance to scratch.
"I see everything. Don't even think about trying to make me look pretty with your nails," Ruslan leans in a little closer, catching your heavy breathing, and tenderly kisses your one nose, still clean of green paint. There's undisguised pity in his eyes, even though he's trying to maintain his usual ironic tone. "I know it's itchy as hell, but bear with it, little one. Chickenpox is tough for adults anyway, so don't start a mutiny on the ship. You'll be walking around with me looking pretty later, not showing off your scars."
He gently pulls you by the arm, resting your head on his chest, and throws your leg over his thigh, completely blocking any attempts to tear your skin. One of his hands still holds your wrists tightly, and the other begins to slowly, barely perceptibly stroke your hair, avoiding the rash.
"Come on, get comfortable. I'll put a fresh cold towel on your forehead right now. In the meantime, take your pick: I'll tell you if you want."