Thread by @MntlyDevastated

#Noangstnov Day 28: Soup
#rizzy
Izzy is sick and as both doctor and cook, Roach knows soup is the best medicine

Izzy had been in bed for two full days now. He’d been ordered to his cabin when the Captain saw his uncertain gait listing him too close to the ship’s railing. He was under orders not to leave until his nose stopped running everywhere and he could keep two meals down.

Izzy was in hell. There was nothing to do but stare at his bare walls, sniveling and shivering and hoping for a quick death.
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*Knock knock*
Roach didn’t wait for an answer to barge in. He held the tray steady as he pushed the door closed with his foot.
He could tell Izzy really felt awful when he didn’t even try to yell at him to leave.

Izzy’s nose was raw and red from constant blowing. The bags under his eyes were deeper and darker than usual. He looked miserable.
“Brought you soup, Mister Hands.”
Izzy made to lean up off the bed, but lost strength immediately.
“...don’t need anything…go ‘way…”

His voice was a croak, quiet and pained.
“Doctor’s orders. This’ll help.”
He sat the tray down on the floor and sat down on the bed, putting a hand out to check Izzy’s forehead.
“...the fuck…off f’me.”

He tried to push the hand away, but Roach grabbed it and layed it back on the bed.
“You’re still feverish.” Roach said with a shake of his head.
He looked over at the side table at the full cup of water he was supposed to have drunk by now.

“You trying to die on me, Hands? C’mon, let’s set you up.”
Roach took a quick look around the mostly barren room. Izzy had pushed his blanket down to the base of the bed at some point, so Roach figured it was okay to move it for now.

He rolled it up and carefully pulled Izzy up to sitting and put the blanket behind him.
He was so much lighter than Roach expected.
“Okay Mister Hands, time for broth. And you’re drinking all of it.”
Roah picked up the shallow bowl and the spoon Roach knew Izzy favored.

He held up a spoonful to Izzy’s mouth and waited.
“The longer you take, the longer I’ll be here bothering you.”
Izzy opened his mouth and drank the spoonful.
“Good man.” Roach praised.
He could swear Izzy’s cheeks got a little redder at the words.

Slowly Izzy drank down the whole bowl and Roach was pleased.
“...thanks…” Izzy said reluctantly as Roach helped him to lay back down. He covered him back up with the blanket, and looked back up to Izzy’s face and found him already asleep.

He was handsome when he wasn’t scowling.
Roach would be back more often to check on him since he seemed shit at taking care of himself.

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