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Enemies/rivals to lovers self shippers:
Imagine being so sick, or hurt, or exhausted that you can’t stand up, and you pass out on the way to fight with your future f/o.
The last thing you recognize before darkness claims you is the figure of your f/o approaching, and you think that you may not wake up.
But you do wake up, somewhere unfamiliar. There’s a damp cloth on your head and before you open your eyes, you feel fingers brushing through your hair, or touching your cheek.
When you do open your eyes, you see your f/o standing over you. Apparently they have been taking care of you this whole time…
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