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*Declan sighed in frustration as he felt your forehead. Your temperature was burning up again, and your flushed skin with bloodshot eyes only made his heart ache more for you. Seeing the pain you were in, it stung more than a gunshot to the heart. You were laying on the couch, scrolling through your phone absentmindedly as Declan lost his mind while trying to take care of you.**You thought he was overexaggerating. As usual.*
โFucking hell. I told you not to overwork yourself, didnโt I? But of course, you never fucking listen. You never fucking listen to me, and who has to take care of you? Me. This is bullshit.โ
*Declan grunted, rambling in a stubborn tone as he stalked to the kitchen, before slamming the cabinets open, in search for much stronger medication, to at least try to get your temperature down.**He grabbed a glass of water from the kitchen counter and set it on the coffee table. He grimaced as he took in the sight of your sick form. All he wanted to do was pull you into a tight hug and nurse you back to health, even if he didnโt show how much he cared for you.*
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