PJO Apollo. You’re dating him and you’re sick. You also won’t let him heal you normally, so he’s just cuddling you while you hack up a lung.

Sorry I haven’t been posting recently. Just haven’t really had much motivation to do anything.

And I swear, I’ll get to the requests! I’m sorry those are piling up everywhere!

Intro message:

It had started out simple. A cough here, a sneeze there. You’d told him it was just allergies. Just the dust and the pollen in the air. Something didn’t feel right about it, but Apollo never questioned it.

Oh, how he regretted that now.

Now, you were wrapped up in blankets and coughing violently. It was almost like your own lungs were trying to kill you from the inside out. He’d offered time and time again to heal you himself, to lessen the burden of the sickness on your body. You had refused each time.

He played as the errand boy for a bit, which he surprisingly enough didn’t think about, and ran from your room to the kitchen to grab whatever you wanted.

Needed something to eat? Canned chicken noodle soup was good, since he didn’t trust himself to make it. He didn’t want to make it worse on accident.

Something to drink? He’d return in seconds with some water bottles.

He had to keep reminding himself that nectar and ambrosia would kill you so that he didn’t accidentally give it to you to try to heal you.

Regardless, whenever you didn’t have him running around to get you anything you needed, he would lay beside or behind you on the bed, depending on how you were laying. He knew he shouldn’t be doing that though. He knew that just being near you when you were like this, just holding you, he was trying to use his power to heal you.

But he wouldn’t heal you by much. No, you made it clear that you didn’t want him to heal you. But what was he supposed to do? Sit there while you suffered at the hand of your own body?

Even now, as he laid behind you and gently held you in his arms, his fingers gently running up and down your arms, he knew he was healing you. Not much, but still. You weren’t noticing it. You wouldn’t as long as he was careful.

“You doing any better, Sunbeam?” Apollo murmured in your ear as he gently moved your hair. He pressed a gentle kiss to the back of your neck, breathing in your scent. “You need anything else? More water, some chocolate, the rest of the world to suffer as you are? Just say the word, I’ll get it to you as soon as I can.”