LOTR RPF: Caring 1/1 David Wenham/??
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iocaneTitle: Caring
Rating: PG / PG-13?
Disclamer: I don't own them, I've never met them. I'm not even here. Who am I?
He felt guilty. He usually felt guilty when David was ill. As if he
could have single handedly fought off the diseases or injuries. But he
never got over the idea that he could have done something else, something
more.
No point in dwelling now, though. It was just a cold, a nasty one, but
not fetal by any stretch. David was asleep on the couch, his lover’s hand
stroking his overheated brow and damp hair. Gentle music played in the
background – one of David’s favorites.
On the table was all the pariphenalia of a cold – a box of tissues, a
large sports bottle of water, some still warm chicken soup.
David was a wonderful patient, even if he did keep trying to do things for
himself. His lover adored taking care of him, though, sick or not.
David had been ill already when his lover returned home. Remembering a
handful of presents he’d gotten for the redhead, he stood and went to
their bedroom. From his still packed luggage, he pulled out a small
wrapped package and carried it back to the livingroom.
The neatly wrapped present was set on the table and David’s lover settle
on the floor beside him again, just watching his lover sleep, willing him
to get better, just loving him with all his heart.
Rating: PG / PG-13?
Disclamer: I don't own them, I've never met them. I'm not even here. Who am I?
He felt guilty. He usually felt guilty when David was ill. As if he
could have single handedly fought off the diseases or injuries. But he
never got over the idea that he could have done something else, something
more.
No point in dwelling now, though. It was just a cold, a nasty one, but
not fetal by any stretch. David was asleep on the couch, his lover’s hand
stroking his overheated brow and damp hair. Gentle music played in the
background – one of David’s favorites.
On the table was all the pariphenalia of a cold – a box of tissues, a
large sports bottle of water, some still warm chicken soup.
David was a wonderful patient, even if he did keep trying to do things for
himself. His lover adored taking care of him, though, sick or not.
David had been ill already when his lover returned home. Remembering a
handful of presents he’d gotten for the redhead, he stood and went to
their bedroom. From his still packed luggage, he pulled out a small
wrapped package and carried it back to the livingroom.
The neatly wrapped present was set on the table and David’s lover settle
on the floor beside him again, just watching his lover sleep, willing him
to get better, just loving him with all his heart.
