>>51760654“It looked good.” You said, hoping to cheer her up. “It got me.”
>It did look good.>Considering she couldn’t control her illusions the other day, this was a good sign.>She sniffled and shivered under the covers.>You pulled your shirt off, using the already damp fabric to dry your face.“C’mere.” You murmured, lifting the covers.
>The Pokémon trembled at the rush of cool air, but settled down as the covers reestablished her warmth.>Failing to find the strength to flip to face you, she settled for scooting into your embrace. >The TV’s volume was muffled and lost beneath the shifting bedsheets.>She curled into a ball, and you wrapped around her.>The heat, intolerable.>Her hair, pressed against your nose, greasy and sickening.>Her labored gasps, groans, and sniffles were nails on a chalkboard.>But you held her close.>Her shaky, weak hands held yours.>And you’d do it again.>A thousand times for her.>Your little, Zoroark spoon.Updated pastebin:
https://pastebin.com/G0tjqZa5If you see any problems, point them out. If you have any constructive criticism, please share. Only way I can improve.
Finally got around to finishing the sickly Zoro-arc. Or maybe not. If you have more wicked sick suggestions or writing prompts, share them. Not saying I'll do them for sure, but I'm always happy to hear ideas. I've still got a D&D green planned.