simon riley is such a baby when he's sick :((
he wakes up in the morning drenched in sweat, throat all dry and sore, nose runny and congested, and his body felt like it got ran over.
and he needs his darling to care for him.
simon walks out of the bedroom after realizing you were already up. he finds you in the kitchen putting a tray in the oven, and he clears his throat of mucus to get your attention.
"oh, morning simon," you say with a smile when you spot him, "i just put some muffins in the oven, they'll be ready in a-"
your sentence is cut off when you notice his pale, sickly face. "simon, baby, what's wrong? you look sick? are you feeling well, darling?" you rush towards him, resting the back of your hand against his forehead to check his temperature.
"i think 'm sick," he coughs.
you frown, "you poor thing, you're burning up. go lay down, i'll make some tea and bring you some medicine."
he obliges, clearing his throat as he walks towards the couch. you follow him in the living room soon after with a box of tissues, a damp cloth, a cold bottle of water, and a few pills.
"drink up," you say as you hand him the water and pills. you brush the hair off his forehead and place the cloth on his forehead. simon sighs and leans back against the couch after taking the medicine.
"my poor baby," you mutter as you run your fingers through his hair. "lay back and rest your eyes while i go get your tea," you kiss his clammy cheek before standing up and walking towards the kitchen.
simon watches you go with droopy eyes before resting his head back against the couch. he only realizes that you're back when he feels the couch dip beside him.
"your favorite," you say as you hand him a cup with steam billowing out the top, "i got the muffins out the oven, too. they're cooling off."
he hums and takes a sip of his tea before setting it on the coffee table. "c'mere," simon mutters, his voice raspy. he wraps his arm around your waist and drags you onto his lap. "such a sweet thing, caring for me," he murmurs against your neck.
"you know i love it," you say as you run your hands through his hair. "now rest, i'll wake you up when i have food for you."
he nods and nuzzles his head against your chest, sleep overcoming him quickly due to the comfort of your love and warmth.
he's just a guy who needs someone to care for him and love on him :((
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I think people going about Jon being in the therapist office are forgetting the very important part that they were in a place for court-ordered therapy. We don't have the insane take of a version of Jonathan Sims that seeks help we have a version of Jonathan Sims that somehow commited a crime and was forced by law to finally go to therapy.
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if I were doctor who showrunner I would instigate a policy that every season should have one episode where the stakes are so low. like the worst possible outcome is our characters are incredibly embarrassed, just some good low stakes shenanigans (pranks, good-natured competition, etc) however I would also instigate a policy wherein every season should have one episode that lacks violence entirely but is still so wildly fucked up and unsettling that you are afraid to go to sleep that night and haunted by it for years to come. these two episodes CAN be back to back.Β
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