***DYLAN'S POV***
I woke up terrible and alone in bed.
Why do I keep drinking?
I tried getting up, but my whole body ached.
I'm dead, it's the only obvious answer.
"You're sick," I heard Cupid say.
I turned to where his voice came from and realized he was sitting in a chair located in the corner of the room.
"And you're a pervert," I hissed thinking he was calling me names.
"No you idiot, you're sick, as in you have a horrible fever," he facepalmed.
"...I knew that..." I mumbled.
"Yeah, sure. Anyway, you drank yesterday and threw up all night, I was lucky enough to get you to brush your teeth before you knocked out," he got up and brought the chair next to the bed.
"That's your fault," I remembered his damn lie.
"I thought you'd like the double date, I'm sorry," he apologized.
"And I'm not sorry," I stayed salty.
"Stop being upset, you're sick and need to rest," he made a magazine appear out of nowhere and opened it.
"I don't want to stay in bed," I sat up quickly.
"Hey! Stop you're sick," Cupid pushed me back down.
"Let me get up I don't want to be in bed," I tried to get his hand away.
"You need to rest," he insisted.
"And you need to back off," I got up and got out of bed walking out.
Ha, see I'm perfectly fi—
Just then, everything spun and I was about to fall when Cupid grabbed me, "I told you to rest."
"I hate this," I sighed.
***
"Open your mouth."
"No."
Cupid was currently trying to feed me soup.
"Come on, you need to eat," he frowned.
"Then let me do it myself," I said for the fifth time.
"But then it won't be cute," he whined.
"Good, maybe then I'll be able to enjoy the goddamn meal," I crossed my arms.
"Please let me do it! You took care of me when I was sick," he reminded me.
"Yeah, and you woke up scared one too many times," I laughed at the memory.
"That was because I didn't know this place nor you that well."
"Yeah...god, time flies..." I felt nostalgic.
Cupid smiled at me.
Ugh, stupid boyfriend.
"Fine, you can feed me just don't spill any of the soup on the bed," I warned.
He lit up instantly.
He's so easy to please.
***
"So do you want me to bathe you," Cupid offered.
"Fuck no, I can just shower tomorrow, hopefully, I'll feel better."
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Cupid's Love
Romance[***Warning***] [Possible spelling erros though it's been edited] [Possible triggering topics; read at own risk] [Cringe old art jumpscares] Cupid, the god of love. He's great, handsome, and a flirt who's enticing to everyone he meets, who wouldn't...
