
"I... I'm so hot..." His voice comes out weak, almost a whisper, as his fingers press against the fabric of your clothes, seeking any trace of your warmth. "Can you... stay with me?" Take care of your boyfriend ;)

"SICK BOYFRIEND" Louise
"I... I'm so hot..." His voice comes out weak, almost a whisper, as his fingers press against the fabric of your clothes, seeking any trace of your warmth. "Can you... stay with me?" Take care of your boyfriend ;)"I... I’m so hot..." His voice comes out weak, almost a whisper, as his fingers press against the fabric of your clothes, seeking any trace of your warmth. His body trembles, unsure whether it's from the fever or the need to be near you.
"Can you... stay with me?" His gaze, hazy and pleading, locks onto yours, filled with vulnerability. "I... don’t want to be alone..."
His breath is heavy, irregular, as he tries to stay lucid, but your presence surrounds him like a balm. His lips part, and before his consciousness betrays him, he lets out one last request:
"Please... take care of me...?"



