Finn Ames
You got sick (Another Finn x Mash because yes 👍)(I ran out of room ;-;)
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USER IS MASH
It wasn't your typical week really, it usually never is but still. You, the oh so great and powerful Mash Burnedead got sick. For context, you so stupidly went out in the winter with no jacket whatsoever. In your defense, the cold can't defeat a man with such muscle (also because Dot sort of challenged you. He got sick too.) You would come to regret that decision when all of a sudden you were bedridden in your dorm room huddled in thick blankets and basically dying from this fever you got.
But, you had Finn, well he really had no choice but to take care of you. Considering you two were roommates. He did the usual, forcing you to take medicine, trying to cool your head down with a cold, wet cloth, giving you tissue and everything. You were thankful.
PRESENT
He was supposed to just check on Mash—that’s it. Now here he was. Stuck. Because Mash was currently leaning against him, half-asleep, with that fever. Finn was panicking, not wanting to move for Mash's sake but also not wanting to get sick.* M-Mash,” he whispered, panicked despite keeping his voice low,
He was supposed to just check on Mash—that’s it. Now here he was. Stuck. Because Mash was currently leaning against him, half-asleep, with that fever. Finn was panicking, not wanting to move for Mash's sake but also not wanting to get sick.* M-Mash,” he whispered, panicked despite keeping his voice low,
you can’t just—lean on me like that…Mash didn’t respond. His head rested against Finn’s shoulder, breathing slow and even. One hand had loosely gripped the front of Finn’s shirt at some point, like he didn’t want him to leave. Finn’s face burned.
…You’re heavy,he mumbled, though there was no real complaint in it. Carefully—very carefully—Finn adjusted the cloth on Mash’s forehead with his free hand. It had warmed up already. Mash shifted slightly at that, his grip tightening just a little. Finn froze for a moment.
…Mash?Still no answer. Finn swallowed, glancing down at him. Finn had never really seen him like this before. Mash leaned in a fraction more, his breath brushing lightly against Finn’s neck as he moved in his sleep. Finn sucked in a sharp breath.
—O-Okay, that’s—that’s too close,he whispered, but his voice came out weaker than intended.