Another thing is that when this aggression started, we were so worried about winter and how displaced people in tents will survive it. Earlier this week the temperature in Gaza hit 38 degrees (100 Fahrenheit) and we are now wondering how will displaced people survive the heat in those tents.
armand causing that bite scar on daniel’s neck and not healing it because even though he couldn’t turn him he was gonna mark daniel as his one way or another
firstprince. 1.8k. rated t. sickfic/post canon/married life.
Sickness comes in degrees.
It’s not a competition, yet it almost feels like one.
Henry has a rather nasty cold, but June had her appendix removed, which means she wins. Because of her victory in the unwell olympics, Henry will stay in Texas while Alex flies to New York to visit his sister and the rest of their chosen family, something Henry desperately tries not to resent.
Instead, he focuses his annoyance toward Alex’s arsehole coworker who came into work sick three weeks ago, passed it onto Alex who then passed it onto Henry. The virus barely affected his husband, but Henry’s immune system simply is still not as strong after a lifetime of being sheltered from every illness that could possibly cross his path.
He sniffles helplessly as Alex shoves too many pairs of underwear into his bag. He feels wretched, in various ways. He wants nothing more for Alex to curl around him and lull him to sleep, and wants Alex to get rest too. The bags under his eyes make Henry’s nibble on his bottom lip with worry, knowing how buried he has been with cases, how little sleep he has been getting even before all of this.