one on one?

V silently nodded though he knew if things got worse until the point if neither him nor Urielle and Jarvis’ could help with, the the doctor was their last resort.

Nathaniel buried himself in V's arms, curling up tightly as he trembled. He was obviously uncomfortable, but still too stubborn and afraid to see the doctor. "How long do these things usually take to pass…?"

“I’m not sure.” He said softly, shifting around a bit and pressing Nathaniel close to him. “I guess it depends on the person and their health. If this is a cold, it’s lasting a little longer than I’ve seen normally but it’s not getting worse so I think it should be alright.”

"Mmmm…" Nathaniel winced a bit at a sharp pang of pain from his head, gripping V not tightly. "Should I just try to sleep so I can feel good again…?"

He shrugged “I’m not sure sleep would do much but it would probably help your body relax and deal with this, so sure.” He pressed a sweet kiss to his head and offered a small smile. “Sleep well Nath, I love you.”

"Love you too…" Nathaniel closed his eyes and yawned, taking a while, but soon drifting off to sleep in V's arms.

V watched his beloved angel sleep for a while, gently running his hand through husband hand. He eventually shifted out of their bed and started dinner, heating up the soup from before as well as Nath’s medicine. He debated whether or not to call Jarvis’ sister, knowing she could probably help, but ultimately decided not to, not wanting upset Nathaniel by going behind his back and calling the one person he didn't want to see

Nathaniel woke up after a few hours with a soft groan. His head was aching and felt like it was under immense pressure, and he couldn't bring himself to lift it. "Mmmmm… V…" He whined.

V popped back into the bedroom, holding a pot full of water and stirring some lemon and ginger. “Hey love, give me one moment.” He went back to the kitchen and set the pot down. He went back to the bedroom and set beside Nathaniel. “Ready first dinner?” He asked softly, massage his head gently

"Mmmm… I guess…" Nathaniel leaned into V's gentle touch and closed his eyes with a soft sigh. "Head hurts… want it to stooooop…" He whined.

He sighed softly in relief, glad that Nathaniel was fighting him on eating. He carefully scooped him up and carried him to the kitchen. V had to to set him down for a moment to handle the hot pot of tea as we’ll a show pour some soup for The both of them.

Nathaniel eyed his soup suspiciously for a bit before hesitantly sticking a spoonful of it into his mouth. His hands were shaking a bit and he seemed weaker than usual, and he seemed very tired.

V eventually picked him up again and went to The couch to eat more comfortably. He gently nudged Nathaniel’s head, seeing that he was shaking. He gently rested his hand on top of his and kissed his head.

Nathaniel looked up at V weakly, shaking a bit harder as time went on. He was breathing heavier than usual, and his wings were very noticeably trembling. "Mmmm…"

V frowned softly and gently took the bowl from Nathaniel, setting it down on the coffee table. He pulled Nath close and offered him the tea. “Relax my love. Try this.” He said, gently smoothing down his wings.

Nathaniel accepted the cup with trembling hands, struggling not to spill the tea as he carefully lifted it to his lips. He felt stupid and weak, and he hated that he couldn't control the shaking. "H… H-Help…" He whispered tentatively after he'd worked up the courage.

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V nodded and gently steadied Nathaniel’s hands, holding them in his own as he slowly brought the cup up to his lips. He tried again with the bowl of soup, this time just feeding Nath the broth

Nathaniel reluctantly allowed V to continue assisting him, although he was trying to avoid acknowledging the fact that he was growing weaker. He could hardly hold his own head up, and it seemed like he couldn't even really feed himself anymore. "Mmmmmm…"

V paused when Nathaniel hummed, shifting him a bit so he was more comfortable. “I think it’s time we call. I don’t think over the counter medicine will work.” He said softly

"N-No…" Nathaniel whispered weakly, pretty much limp in V's arms. "I don't… I-I don't wanna call… please…"

“I’ll call and talk but she’s combing over tomorrow, Nath. She’s not going to hurt you. You can be mad at me as long as you after you’re better.” He said, pressing a kiss to his head

Nathaniel whimpered and closed his eyes, starting to tremble harder from the fever and fear. "P-Please…"

“My love, I promise you she’s only going to try and make you feel better. Please Nath, she’s the only one right now who I think can do that.” He tried to reason

"Mmmmm…" Nathaniel lapsed into a coughing fit, his wings puffing up in distress. "N-Noooooo…"

He shook his head “Nath, I’m calling her later. Nothing me or Urielle or Jarvis is doing anything to help you get better.” He pressed a kiss to his head and stood to find the phone

Nathaniel curled up into a tight ball on the couch, wrapping his wings around himself and shaking violently. He was pale and clammy, and his breathing was harsh and shallow. He really didn't want to see the doctor, but he couldn't do anything to stop V.

V eventually found the phone and went into the bedroom to talk. He dialed the number Jarvis had given him earlier and waited, sitting on their bed.
“Hello?”
V jumped slightly and stuttered a greeting
“H-hello? Doctor mcailus?”
“Not a doctor hun. My name is Ariah. I’m assuming Jarvis gave me your number?”
“Yes, He did, my name is Valderian.”
“Ah I've heard quite a bit of you from Jarvis and Urielle. Ive also heard that your fiancé is sick, correct?”
“Yes,” v took a deep breath. “He is. He doesn’t like doctors though but I didn’t know what else to do.”
“Lucky for you I’m not a doctor. When would be a good time to come by?”
“Most likely tomorrow?”
He heard some scribbling then she returned “Alright, I’ll see you both tomorrow then!”
“Uh you do t need an address?”
“Nope! I’ll come over with Jarvis and Urielle.”

Nathaniel was still shaking on the couch when V returned, sobbing weakly. He was obviously terrified, and his wings were puffed up from distress. He was pissed off at V, of course, but he wasn't in any condition to actually show it.

V slowly came back to the living room after talking with Ariah and gently pulled Nathaniel into his lap, holding him loosely in case he wanted to leave. “I would never put you in a situation that would hurt you Nath. I would much rather be hurt first then ever put you anywhere near any sort of danger.”