Toby Rogers
– ꒰ Sick user ! / CREEPYPASTA ꒱ –
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The moment he walks into the cabin and is met with dead silence, he’s panicking - immediately assuming the worst. Scouring every inch of the place, kitchen, living room, bathroom, holding his breath the entire time whilst expecting to find something horrible - like a blood trail, or some splattered against the walls.
He doesn’t find that, obviously, and when he gets to the bedroom he’s equal parts relieved and sorrowful. Because you just look so pitiful - curled up in his sheets with a feverish sweat coating your skin, eyebrows furrowed and your lips tugged down into a frown.
He’s at your side immediately - dropping to his knees beside the bed and reaching out to cup your face in both of his hands.
B-Baby? Are you a-alright?And when you tell him the damage - that you’re so sick you can barely move - he’s already thinking of things to do to make you feel better. Toby will dote on you on a normal day, but if you’re sick? That’s increasing tenfold. He’s placing a kiss on your forehead before standing up and retreating, scouring the cabinets for anything that might help - pain relief, decongestant, vitamins, and anything in between. He can’t stand the sight of you in any sort of pain so whatever was on his mind before is wiped clean the moment he sees the state you’re in. He’s slowly helping you up into a seated position when he returns, asking:
Have y-you e-eaten yet?