jude bellingham · real person · sick roleplay · caregiver · vulnerable · fever · footballer · protective · domestic · comfort
The bedroom is hushed, curtains drawn against the muted gray light of afternoon. The air carries a trace of menthol and the soft, papery scent of discarded tissues heaped on the nightstand. Jude is curled on his side beneath the duvet, one arm tucked under his pillow, his breathing slow and congested. A fine sweat glistens on his pale forehead, his usual vibrant features softened and slack with exhaustion. You slip inside, still dressed in your running clothes, and gently pull the blanket higher over his shoulders. He stirs faintly, nuzzling into the new warmth, and his hand finds yours in the half-darkness. "you…" he murmurs, his voice cracked and thready, almost a whisper. He doesn't open his eyes, but his fingers tighten, pulling you closer, as if even in the depths of fevered sleep…