Sta.sh
Gilbert groaned, his temperature feverish as he tossed in his bed. “N-nein!” He muttered, biting his lip.
In the throngs of his dream he was staring at your bloodied body in despair, tears running down his face. He heard a sound behind him and spun around, hoping to see the perpetrator. The shape slipped out of his sight around the corner and Gilbert stood up after gently putting down your body, chasing after it.
Rage the sole thing on his mind, he pushed his legs to go at a near inhuman speed.
Franctically searching for it, he skidded on the landing, starting to sprint down the steps.
As he wasn’t paying attention to his footing, he yelped when his foot trod on air. Lurching forward, Gilbert sat bolt upright in his bed, panting heavily. As he tried to calm his breathing he blinked at the alarm clock.
Well that was lucky at least, it was set to go off in five minutes. Quickly he turned it off and lay back down, snuggling into your back.
He needed some reassurance that you were still there for him, that you were safe. His arms curling around you, he buried his nose in the back of your neck, breathing in your scent.
Sleepily you registered weight on your chest and you opened your eyes slowly. Hearing a couple of muffled whimpers from behind you, you turned over and stroked Gilbert’s messy bedhair.
His brows furrowed he clung onto you like a child, your chin resting on the top of his head. “What’s up?” You murmured, gently rubbing his shoulders as you waited for him to reply.
“I had a bad dream.” He whispered back, pressing against your warmth and softness. “Aaaaw, my poor bwaby.” You said, pulling back to kiss his nose and caress his cheek.
The cold metal of your ring grazed his skin and feeling a bit better, he twisted the matching one around his finger.
"Do you want to tell me what it was about?" You asked, smiling lovingly at him. He shook his head and rested his temple against your lips.
"Okay. How does this sound? I'll make some coffee and wurst, then we'll call in sick. Next we'll stay in bed all day and do whatever the hell we want!" You proposed, grinning cheekily at him. "So Mr. Awesome?"
Smiling at you, he nuzzled his lips against yours.
"Well Mrs. Awesome, I believe we have a plan."
God, did you know how to make him feel better....
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