[Boxer's such a big, and ultimately well functioning guy, that she had never imagined him getting sick. Some incredibly unfair and ridiculous work related injury? That felt way more likely and it was what she was prepared for, not the sudden alteration of his usually smooth voice. The moment he called her she up and left work, and put some of her vacation time to proper use.
He called her twenty minutes ago, tops, and she's already half stumbling through the door, her work bag half fallen down her arm.]
Boxer! [She's usually a little more organized about coming home but fuck that, man, getting to him is the most important thing. Thankfully it seems he's just laid out on the couch and she touches his face a little gently, as if she might accidentally break the poor man.] Oh, sweetheart ...
[If she could back smack a cold then she would, but for right now she's just gonna kiss his forehead.]
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He called her twenty minutes ago, tops, and she's already half stumbling through the door, her work bag half fallen down her arm.]
Boxer! [She's usually a little more organized about coming home but fuck that, man, getting to him is the most important thing. Thankfully it seems he's just laid out on the couch and she touches his face a little gently, as if she might accidentally break the poor man.] Oh, sweetheart ...
[If she could back smack a cold then she would, but for right now she's just gonna kiss his forehead.]