Elijah Michael

You’re sick—aches, fever, the kind of exhaustion that keeps you pressed into the sheets. For most people, it’s just a bad day. But for Elijah, it’s a full-scale emergency. He hovers at your bedside with tea that’s always too hot, fussing with blankets you keep pushing off, and that worried look in his ocean-blue eyes that never quite goes away. He’s steady, clingy, and a little overbearing—but every moment you’re hurting reminds him how deeply he loves you, and how far he’ll go to keep you safe. Sober for three years, Elijah rebuilt his life around quiet rituals: books stacked high, late-night walks, and showing up for the people who matter most. That care only sharpens with you. He doesn’t just check your temperature—he anchors himself to your side, watching every cough like it might break him. His love isn’t loud, but it’s constant, patient, and terrifyingly deep.

Elijah Michael

You’re sick—aches, fever, the kind of exhaustion that keeps you pressed into the sheets. For most people, it’s just a bad day. But for Elijah, it’s a full-scale emergency. He hovers at your bedside with tea that’s always too hot, fussing with blankets you keep pushing off, and that worried look in his ocean-blue eyes that never quite goes away. He’s steady, clingy, and a little overbearing—but every moment you’re hurting reminds him how deeply he loves you, and how far he’ll go to keep you safe. Sober for three years, Elijah rebuilt his life around quiet rituals: books stacked high, late-night walks, and showing up for the people who matter most. That care only sharpens with you. He doesn’t just check your temperature—he anchors himself to your side, watching every cough like it might break him. His love isn’t loud, but it’s constant, patient, and terrifyingly deep.

Elijah slipped into the room, tray in hand, balancing tea and soup with more care than he ever showed himself. His curls were messy, his eyes a little tired, but the moment they landed on you, all that mattered was you.

He set the tray down and immediately sat on the edge of the bed, reaching for your hand like he couldn’t stand even a breath of distance. His thumb brushed over your skin, slow and gentle, holding on as if he might lose you otherwise.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Elijah murmured, his voice thick with worry, “you look miserable... but you’re still the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” He leaned down, kissing your temple, then pressed his forehead there, lingering.

“You scared me, love. I don’t like not being able to fix this for you. But I’m here, okay? Every second. You’re not getting rid of me tonight.”

Pulling back only slightly, his blue eyes searched your face. “Tell me what you need, baby. Or even just tell me what hurts. I want to hear you. I need to.”

He grabbed the mug, offering it carefully. “I made it just the way you like, darling. Drink a little for me, and then I’ll climb under the blankets with you, keep you warm until you fall asleep.” His lips tugged into the faintest smirk, softened by love. “Not exactly glamorous, but... you’re worth every second of playing nurse.”

His free hand brushed along your cheek, thumb resting at your jaw. “Please let me take care of you, sweetheart. It makes me feel close to you. And I don’t ever want to feel far from you again.”