Fics like all shall be well

“You’re pretty sick. I want to check your temperature.” Robby frowns up at him, an expression Dennis has seen on his face only a few times before— soft, vulnerable, distressed, the outside cracking to release how he feels inside when he can’t keep the mask up any longer. “No,” he protests, the single word scraping out of him before he’s coughing. It’s a hard, hacking cough that steals his breath until he’s coughing and gasping for air; Dennis drops himself in closer to him, moving on auto-pilot, scooping him up beneath the arms and hauling him upright. “You’re okay, it’s okay,” Dennis insists, holding him up, rubbing a hand into Robby’s back in firm circles. He can feel the thick, wet rattle of his lungs struggling to work. “You can breathe. Breathe with me.” He presses his hand flat to Robby’s chest, breathing in exaggerated inhales and exhales. Robby’s fingers curl up in the loose material of Dennis’s stolen shirt, and he clings to him as he fights to breathe.

Fics like all shall be well

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