"Ahhhhhh leave me alone," the poor bed ridden Warden of Time moans out as you turn her over.
You wordlessly go about your business, taking good tender care of the ill woman whose bad life decisions lead her here
You had warned her to be careful of her health, warnings that were laughed off as needless worrying.
Who's laughing now
You pull up her shirt, Kronii was wearing a simple white T and shorts, anything more and she'd over heat. You'd ogle at the back view of her breasts, but she was in too much distress for you to pay mind to them.
Her back is drenched with sweat, you can feel the heat as you lay your palm on her slick and oily skin.
"Anooooon....just leave me be..." she's half conciousnes, a little delirious from both the sickness and the sleep deprivation
You wring the wet rag that you've brought with you, using it to wipe away the excess perspiration
You do the same for the rest of her body, making sure to massage her sore and tired muscles
She calms down, exhaling in relief as you pushed all the fatigue and sickness away, she eventually falls asleep, just as you wring the rag for a final time and let it rest on top of her forehead.
You tuck her in, then stare as she rests serenely, like a corpse
Man you wanted to kiss her on the lips right now, but you weren't gonna risk getting sick yourself. You'd rather be the one to take care of Kronii...rather than Kronii "take care" of you