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bby is a little bit sick right now

Location: Gorod Krovi

"Oh you poor thing."

(Y/n) gave a comforting smile as she pulled Dempsey closer to her. She felt him shivering in their embrace, not even a blanket and cuddles could warm him up.

Tank had fallen sick along their travel to Stalingrad. It was only a minor cold, though it was not very pleasant, nor wanted, in their current situation. At times the marine had felt to rough to fend off the hordes. Normally (Y/n) would coax him into staying well hidden from the undead, though her efforts were mostly futile, with Dempsey usually protesting about keeping low.

Now, (Y/n) lies with the sick marine in an old beaten-down bedroom they managed to find. Every so often the girl would hear a whine come from the man in her arms.

"Perhaps getting up would make you feel better." (Y/n) politely advised.

Tank whined again, and only pulled (Y/n) closer. She wiggled in his arms, but the man would only tighten his grip. They stayed silent for a while, with (Y/n) gently rubbing circles on his back. Dempsey shivered once more, feeling pure comfort all the while.

Dempsey laughed softly before speaking in a hushed tone. "I'm sure cold as shit right now, but you've definitely warmed my heart."

(Y/n) giggled at his words. Tank had always found a way to brighten the mood, no matter what the situation was.

Soon (Y/n) sat upright on the bed and urged the American to do he same. With persistence, eventually Tank gave in to her, what seemed like, childish begging.

(Y/n) raised a hand in front of the marine with a huge grin plastered on her face. Dempsey brought his hand up slowly and connected it with hers. The pair did the same with their opposite hands. Before Tank had the chance to pull his hands away, (Y/n) had intertwined her fingers with his.

"You're so handsome." (Y/n) blurted out.

The downcast atmosphere in the room disappeared once (Y/n) caught sight of Dempsey's glowing smile. He tried his best to hide a growing blush by looking down but, much to his dismay, the girl tilted his head back up to face her.

She peppered his face in sweet kisses, earning a chuckle.

Tank spoke between small laughs, "You're going to get sick, you know."

(Y/n) engulfed him in another embrace. "I'm not going to get sick, you baby. Just let me hold you."

Dempsey sighed as he buried his face in the crook of the girls neck, placing a tiny kiss there quickly.

"I love you. I just thought you should know." Tank spoke.

(Y/n) smiled. "I love you too."