In reality, it took him more than 30 minutes to gather all the things he needed, because he didn’t know which medicine to pick. He ended up staring at the medicine rack in the convenience store, scrunching his eyebrows as he looked through the stacks of different cold medicine strips and cough syrups, before giving up and texted Ignis again. This time, Ignis sent him several images of common cold medicines, and Noctis picked up a few of them, in case Prompto needed more. He picked up several more items; a pack of masks, cold compress packs, some cough drops, and vitamin C candies.
He also threw a few cans of premade soup to the basket for Prompto, along with several snacks and ready-to-eat packaged meals for himself. At least if he couldn’t cook, he should be able to use the microwave in Prompto’s kitchen. Easy enough.
He paid for the stuffs and then hurried back to Prompto’s house, hoping that the blond would be fine by himself for the time being.
Noctis quietly slipped inside the house with the key he had received from Prompto when they first dated and put the shopping bags on the dining table, before checking on Prompto. His boyfriend was still lying on the bed, but he wasn’t asleep—when Noctis entered his room, Prompto tilted his head to look at him.
“...Noct...?” he whispered, his eyes unfocused. “Thought... You went home already...”
“I already said before, I’m not leaving you alone,” Noctis insisted, sitting on the edge of the bed to caress Prompto’s cheek. “I bought some medicines and soup. Do you want to eat here or in the living room?”
Prompto paused for a while. “The living room...” he said. “Don’t wanna... be too long in the room.”
Noctis nodded. He stood up and let Prompto got up from the bed, supporting him when he swayed. He took the blanket and wrapped it around Prompto’s shoulders before leading him outside, towards the sofa in the living room. Once the blond had sat comfortably Noctis went to retrieve the cold compress and put on a mask to protect himself from the germs. It wouldn’t be very funny if he ended up sick together with Prompto.
“Here,” he said, tearing the foil and took out the compress, before peeling the protector film and put it on Prompto’s burning forehead carefully, letting the cooling gel stuck on the skin. “This should help lowering your temperature. If you feel better, I’ll run you a bath later.”
“I’m not a baby...” Prompto whined, but there was no mistaking the sigh of content as he sank back towards the sofa.
“You’re not; just a very sick person with 39 degrees’ fever,” Noctis chided him gently as he took out all the items he bought from the bag and put them on the table. “You have to eat something before I can give you medicine. Soup should be okay, right?”
Noctis stopped and glared at the sofa’s direction. Prompto was buried under his blanket and had his eyes closed, head propped with a pillow, so the blond couldn’t see him, but he did it anyway. “Even you’re not hungry, I insist.”
“...you sound awfully like Ignis.”
The prince rolled his eyes. “Thanks, and that means I’m qualified and obliged to take care of you until you recover,” he took the can on his hand and started reading the labels. He wouldn’t want to blow up Prompto’s microwave trying to reheat the soup. “So shut up and just let me take care of my sick boyfriend.”
“...qualified, huh,” Prompto said, and Noctis could hear the smile in his tone. “So confident—” he snorted, but a wave of coughs stopped him mid-sentence. “—when you can’t even c-cook.”
Noctis stood up and walked towards the kitchen to take a ceramic bowl from the cupboard. Thankfully, the can had a ring on its lid, so Noctis didn’t have to worry about can opener. “I know how to reheat things and cook instant noodles,” he replied back, as he poured the contents of the can into the bowl. “We’ll be okay.”
Prompto murmured something incorrigible, maybe something about not trusting Noctis, but the prince ignored him. Even if he screwed up the soup, he can just order something to be delivered later.
He popped the bowl into the microwave and set the timer to the indicated amount the can had told him. The faint sound of TV could be heard from the living room, and he saw that Prompto had turned the TV on. Perhaps he was bored.
“Anything good to watch?” Noctis asked.
“...just local channels,” Prompto murmured, burying himself deeper to the blanket. “’t’s not as nice as yours.”
“Hey, I’m here to spend time with you. Not to watch TV,” the prince replied as the microwaved dinged. He took out the piping hot bowl with a rag and brought it to the living room. “Eat some.”
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FILL (1b/1): Prompto/Noctis, sickfic
Date: 2018-01-15 05:24 pm (UTC)He also threw a few cans of premade soup to the basket for Prompto, along with several snacks and ready-to-eat packaged meals for himself. At least if he couldn’t cook, he should be able to use the microwave in Prompto’s kitchen. Easy enough.
He paid for the stuffs and then hurried back to Prompto’s house, hoping that the blond would be fine by himself for the time being.
Noctis quietly slipped inside the house with the key he had received from Prompto when they first dated and put the shopping bags on the dining table, before checking on Prompto. His boyfriend was still lying on the bed, but he wasn’t asleep—when Noctis entered his room, Prompto tilted his head to look at him.
“...Noct...?” he whispered, his eyes unfocused. “Thought... You went home already...”
“I already said before, I’m not leaving you alone,” Noctis insisted, sitting on the edge of the bed to caress Prompto’s cheek. “I bought some medicines and soup. Do you want to eat here or in the living room?”
Prompto paused for a while. “The living room...” he said. “Don’t wanna... be too long in the room.”
Noctis nodded. He stood up and let Prompto got up from the bed, supporting him when he swayed. He took the blanket and wrapped it around Prompto’s shoulders before leading him outside, towards the sofa in the living room. Once the blond had sat comfortably Noctis went to retrieve the cold compress and put on a mask to protect himself from the germs. It wouldn’t be very funny if he ended up sick together with Prompto.
“Here,” he said, tearing the foil and took out the compress, before peeling the protector film and put it on Prompto’s burning forehead carefully, letting the cooling gel stuck on the skin. “This should help lowering your temperature. If you feel better, I’ll run you a bath later.”
“I’m not a baby...” Prompto whined, but there was no mistaking the sigh of content as he sank back towards the sofa.
“You’re not; just a very sick person with 39 degrees’ fever,” Noctis chided him gently as he took out all the items he bought from the bag and put them on the table. “You have to eat something before I can give you medicine. Soup should be okay, right?”
“...I don’t feel really hungry, Noct,” Prompto replied.
Noctis stopped and glared at the sofa’s direction. Prompto was buried under his blanket and had his eyes closed, head propped with a pillow, so the blond couldn’t see him, but he did it anyway. “Even you’re not hungry, I insist.”
“...you sound awfully like Ignis.”
The prince rolled his eyes. “Thanks, and that means I’m qualified and obliged to take care of you until you recover,” he took the can on his hand and started reading the labels. He wouldn’t want to blow up Prompto’s microwave trying to reheat the soup. “So shut up and just let me take care of my sick boyfriend.”
“...qualified, huh,” Prompto said, and Noctis could hear the smile in his tone. “So confident—” he snorted, but a wave of coughs stopped him mid-sentence. “—when you can’t even c-cook.”
Noctis stood up and walked towards the kitchen to take a ceramic bowl from the cupboard. Thankfully, the can had a ring on its lid, so Noctis didn’t have to worry about can opener. “I know how to reheat things and cook instant noodles,” he replied back, as he poured the contents of the can into the bowl. “We’ll be okay.”
Prompto murmured something incorrigible, maybe something about not trusting Noctis, but the prince ignored him. Even if he screwed up the soup, he can just order something to be delivered later.
He popped the bowl into the microwave and set the timer to the indicated amount the can had told him. The faint sound of TV could be heard from the living room, and he saw that Prompto had turned the TV on. Perhaps he was bored.
“Anything good to watch?” Noctis asked.
“...just local channels,” Prompto murmured, burying himself deeper to the blanket. “’t’s not as nice as yours.”
“Hey, I’m here to spend time with you. Not to watch TV,” the prince replied as the microwaved dinged. He took out the piping hot bowl with a rag and brought it to the living room. “Eat some.”
“...I said I’m not hungry...”