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[sliceitwithwind]

Braig is the one who makes the phone call, leaving a message on Aya's machine. "Hey, babe, Dilan can't make it tonight. Woke up with a fever. Call back when you've got the chance."

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[mitochondriaaya]

"Don't apologize" she sighed, lifting their hands just enough to give his chest a thump. Tiny thump. "I want you well. Feverish and weak is a step in the right direction from coma." she pointed out wryly.

[sliceitwithwind]

He winces at the thump and makes a face, "Yes, Aya."

[mitochondriaaya]

He winced, she winced, and pressed a kiss to his shoulder in apology. "Thank you"

[sliceitwithwind]

"Love you." he murmurs softly.

[mitochondriaaya]

"I love you to." right here, right now, it didn't seem sappy to say that. "Get some sleep, I'm not going anyway okay?"

[sliceitwithwind]

"Okay." he drifts into a more natural sleep easily.

[mitochondriaaya]

And she did just as she said she would. She stayed put. She hadn't slept well while he was in the coma, and his heartbeat was...soothing. It was perfectly acceptable to nap with the sick person wasn't it?

[sliceitwithwind]

Sick person's arms are rather like steel bars right now, so she'd better be planning on sticking around at the very least.