F1 Groupchat + House PART 2

✨27.🇲🇽✨

The thermometer beeped, and Mark frowned at the reading. "38.5. Not too high, but definitely a fever. Let's try and get you comfortable, alright?" The Aussie said.

Fernando leaned into Mark's touch, his shoulders relaxing just a little.

"Thanks, mi amor. I... I just hate feeling like this."

"I know, but you don't have to do anything right now except rest. Let me take care of you for once." The sky reporter said

With a soft smile, Mark set about preparing a damp washcloth, pressing it gently to Fernando's forehead.

The coolness seemed to bring him some relief, as he closed his eyes and leaned back into the pillows.

"I'll make you some soup, okay? Do you feel up for eating?"

Fernando gave a weak nod. "Yeah. That actually sounds nice."

Mark didn't hesitate. He headed back to the kitchen and grabbed his favorite saucepan, chopping up vegetables as quietly as he could so the noise wouldn't disturb Fernando.

He filled the air with the scent of garlic, ginger, and chicken broth—comforting ingredients he hoped would give Fernando a bit of strength. Cooking usually felt routine, but today, every slice and stir felt charged with purpose.

As the soup simmered, he returned to check on Fernando, who had dozed off.

His face, softened by sleep, looked peaceful despite his flushed cheeks. Mark sat down next to him, taking a moment just to watch.

He reached out and brushed a stray curl from Fernando's forehead, marveling at how much love he felt for this man, even in moments as quiet as these.

When Fernando stirred a few minutes later, Mark was ready with a warm bowl of soup and a spoon.

"Here you go," he said, helping Fernando sit up.

Fernando gave a sleepy smile. "You really went all out," he murmured, glancing at the soup, which was filled with colorful vegetables and small chunks of chicken.

"Only the best for you," Mark replied, settling next to him on the bed and offering a spoonful.

Fernando took a small bite, his eyes lighting up.

"This is amazing. You missed your calling, Cariño."

Mark laughed. "Oh, trust me, I'm right where I need to be."

The two of them sat in comfortable silence as Fernando slowly worked his way through the bowl. Mark was careful not to rush him, letting him take his time.

As Fernando ate, the fever seemed to subside little by little, his color returning and his shoulders relaxing.

By the time Fernando finished the soup, his eyelids were already drooping.

"Sleepy?" Mark asked, smoothing the blankets over him.

"Mhm. Guess I needed that." Fernando snuggled down into the covers, his head resting against Mark's chest. "Thanks for taking care of me."

Mark wrapped an arm around him, pressing a gentle kiss to his hair. "Always. You'd do the same for me."

Fernando chuckled, his voice faint with sleep. "Guess that's why we're getting married, huh?"

Mark grinned. "Guess so."

For the rest of the night, Mark stayed by Fernando's side, reading quietly while his fiancé drifted in and out of sleep. Every so often, he'd place his hand on Fernando's forehead to check the fever, reassuring himself that it was slowly going down.