Enduring the searing pain is the price of weilding incomperable power..
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CW: sylus starts to feel sick at work so he calls you to bring him home.
Imagine.. Sylus at a buisness meeting but he starts to feel queasy. He ignores it at first, not breaking his character as the feared crime lord but after around an hour he starts to sweat, skin feeling clammy and a little cold which is very unusual for him.
His neatly tailored suit feeling too tight so he nonchalantly adjusts his tie to unloosen it a bit as if that will help.
He checks his phone, sees a text from you about coming over later and he decides to tell you that he might not be able to hang out tonight.
His wording was off and you pick up on it immediately that something might be wrong. You know he would have told you if it was a serious issue so you pretend to except his change of plans and decide to just meet him at his place to see if he's okay.
The meeting finally ends and by this time the leader of Onychinus is near trembling with nausea. He slips into a single stall bathroom to splash water on his face but once he looks in the mirror he knows beyond a doubt that something isn't right. His face was damp with a thin sheen of sweat, dark circles under his eyes as if his body was working overtime.
A churning sensation in his gut makes a gag threaten his throat but he swallows against it, he needed to get his shit together and get home where he could ride this out in privacy. He decides to sip water from the tap as a desperate attempt to dampen the urge to cough and retch but the moment it goes down his insides swire with regret.
A near silent heave wracks him, making him brace on the mirror with one hand as a gush of liquid flows out of him with force. He realizes he probably won't be able to drive himself home like this and he had traveled alone since this particular meeting didn't require him to have any subordinates with him. He could ask Luke and Kieran but he knew that would likely make fun of him, and honestly he doesn't blame them, their mischif is a highlight of his life with them. He decides to order them to take his motorcycle home and he calls you after a few minutes of stuggling to regain his composure.
His voice was rough when you answered, you were immediately worried. "Sylus... my love are you okay.?"
"I need you to meet me at the hotel.. the same one we met at two weeks ago. I need a ride home... you can use one of the cars at Onychinus." he didn't have the energy to come up with an excuse and honestly as horrible as he felt right now, he didnt want to.
"Okay, I can be there in a half hour. Are you okay..? You avoided the question..." you didn't think he was injured, he just sounded.. tired? Maybe drunk? You had never heard him like this before.
"I'm just not feeling well.. I want you with me." He mumbles as he sits down on the floor leaned back on the door to wait for you.
"Okay love.. I'll be there as quick as possible." You hang up and immediately rush to his mansion, you were already waiting nearby for him to get home so it didn't take long at all for you to be on your way to the hotel in one of Sylus’s vintage cars.
It didn't seem like long for you but for the dragon waiting it felt like an eternity.
Sylus had his phone in one hand, one knee up with his forhead resting on it as he focuses on breathing slowly. His stomach in knots and he can feel a fever coming on, trembling slightly and starting to get dizzy. He doesn't normally get sick, but that doesn't mean its impossible. Even fiends can catch the flu. He just hopes he can keep you from getting it as well, even though the thought of being in bed with you recovering from a mundane virus sounds like a poor use of a vacation but a vacation nonetheless.
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You take his hand and pull him up gently, he leans on you a bit and groans softly. Your brows furrow. "Shh... its okay.. we're home now.." you whisper.
Tw: this is where it gets kind of gross
Sylus's stomach lurches before even making it all the way inside the mansion, barely making it to a trash bin in the garage before a torrent of fluid spews out of him. He coughs hard and gags, his breathing ragged as he braces himself against a steel table against the wall. "Mmh..." a soft whine leaves him and your heart twists.
"Its okay... ive got you love.." you whisper softly, rubbing his back gently as he braces for the next wave. "Breathe slow... its just us here.." your soft words and voice help him relax a bit, a shiver runs through him and the nausea creasts again.
A rough, wet sound tears from him that makes goosebumps prickle on your skin, his free hand grips your arm as back to back gags and heaves bring up everything he's been fighting to hold down since he got into the car.
You step over to the desk and grab a few tissues and come back just as a dry heave wracks him. Your gaze softens and you gently wipe the spit off of his face and your thumb brushes a tear that escaped from the effort of being violently sick.
He sniffles, coughing a couple times and spitting into the trash can before he wraps his arms around you and buries his burning face into the crook of your neck. "Thanks love.." he mumbles, slumping against you a bit and you have to force yourself to hold his weight.
"Come on... lets get you to bed... I'll stay right by your side until this passes.." you whisper, kissing his cheek gently not caring if he will pass you a virus.
Your love for him overshadows everything else, all that mattered to you right now was nursing your dragon back to health.
Sylus feels his phone vibrate in his hand and sees a text from you saying you're here. The room spins a bit when he stands and he swallows back a soft gag. "Fuck.." he whispers, quickly moving back to the sink as a second round of sickness pulls him under. His phone buzzes with a call this time, he can't answer right this so he manages to send a quick text to tell you to wait a second.
A few minutes later he splashes water on his face and blows his nose, he was feeling even worse now. He didn't even have the energy to feel nervous about you seeing him like this, he knows he's safe with you and that you'll take care of him without judgement.
When he opens the door to leave the bathroom he notices that his whole body feels heavy, he spots you in the lobby staring at your phone. You look up and the worry in your brows immediately tightens.
"Come on, love lets get you home..." you speak softly to him, taking his hand and leading him out to the parking lot where the vehicle waits. "You're burning up... is it the aether core.?" You ask, looking up at him when you reach the vehicle. You cup his face and gently peer into his eyes.
"No.. I'm just sick, Kitten..." sylus whispers, his eyes glossy and feverish. He looked so uncomfortable.
You take your phone out and request the next couple days off. "I'm staying with you until you feel better." It wasn't a request, you were not leaving his side until he was okay again.
Sylus manages a smile and shrugs. "I won't argue with a pretty lady who wants to spoil me..." he mumbles as he reluctantly gets in the car, knowing the ride would likely be unpleasant.
You drive carefully, resting a hand on his arm and gently rubbing your thumb on the heated skin. You can feel him shaking slightly. "Why didnt you tell me sooner... I don't like the idea of you being alone with a fever.."
Sylus doesn't answer, he just laces his fingers with yours and squeezes gently as if he was lost in thought or just feeling too horrible to speak.
His throat clicks with a forced swallow and you glance over at him, his face was buried in his arm against the window that he had just rolled down a bit.
"Sy..?" You whisper.
He shakes his head, managing to mutter. "Just drive please..." he sounded so weak and vulnerable that it made your chest ache.
"Okay.." you focus on driving, unable to ignore the way his breathing shakes a bit and he was swallowing every few seconds.
"we're almost home.." you speak softly as you turn onto the road to Onychinus's base, only a couple more minutes now. It's become clear to you now that your poor dragon had been throwing up and thats why he asked you to pick him up. A soft smile graces your face knowing that you were what he wanted when he was sick.
The vehicle pulls into the garage and the doors slide down you turn the engine off, deciding to get out of the car quickly to open the car door for him not wanting him to have to move anymore than nessisary.
(Continued below)