have i mentioned lately that i'm shameless

[connike]

 THE SICK DAY MEME

RULES
► Post with your character, name and fandom in the header.
► They are now, for some odd reason, sick (headache, fever, runny nose, cough, whatever you want).
► Another character replies and is struck with the sudden urge to take care of them (bringing them soup, extra blankets, Sudafed, sexual healing, what have you).
► Go from there!

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[ironxtraitor]

[She'll just watch him trying to get the jacket off. She'd help but she'd rather keep her fingers.]

If you actually take the time to rest, we should hope not.

[heartofsteel]

[Wise choice. He gets it off and tosses it to the side. Under ordinary circumstances, since he's no longer really impersonating Linkara, he'd have gotten rid of it long ago, but...well, he can actually feel cold now. In fact, he's a little chilly now that it's off. But he disdains the blankets, choosing instead to grudgingly take up a spoonful of soup. That's...actually pretty good. BUT HE'S STILL MAD AT HER]

And how long will that take? We cannot afford to simply waste time here.

[ironxtraitor]

Hopefully not so long that I get sick of your whining.

[She's just leaning against the wall watching him. With his eagerness you'd think they were being followed.]

[heartofsteel]

[He glares balefully.] You are more than welcome to leave.

[And maybe they're not being chased, but they have other universes to hop through, and these things never seem to happen when they're just sitting around. The sooner they get going, the closer they are to finding a universe that will fix him, so that he absolutely never has to be sick again.]

[ironxtraitor]

And leave you to your own devices? I don't think so.

[She was there when this first happened, bro. She knows you can't take care of yourself.]

[heartofsteel]

[He can take care of himself just fine. He's even eating now, see?]

I am perfectly capable of making soup.

[ironxtraitor]

You can't even stand up straight.

[heartofsteel]

[Glaaaaaaaaaare] That is ridiculous.

[ironxtraitor]

Yeah? Prove me wrong then.

[heartofsteel]

[Well, the soup bowl is in his way, so he just flings it at her head before standing and advancing on her.]

Simply because I am reduced to this does not mean that you -

[Oh whoa what. He wavers under a sudden bout of lightheadedness. But he won't let himself fall; he clenches his fists, driving the nails into the palms, and steadies himself again, glaring at Judas as if the entire thing were her fault. Which it probably is.]

[ironxtraitor]

[Living with him this long, she totally knew that was coming. She steps casually out of the way of the projectile - his aim is usually a lot better than that - and just watches him, unimpressed. She looks him over knowingly as he staggers.]

I rest my case.

[heartofsteel]

[He's mostly keeping upright through sheer rage and determination at this point.] I am still perfectly capable of functioning.

[ironxtraitor]

[She can tell how much effort it's taking for him to stand. Her smartass smile slowly fades to seriousness.]

Capable, but not optimal, Pollo. You're not the only one who can read a human's body language.

If you really want to keep moving, you have to rest now or it's going to get worse. We may have our animosity but if we're going to be stuck with each other, then I'm looking out for you and I say you need your rest.

[heartofsteel]

[Damn. He should have been able to hide that from her.]

[He really wants to argue, but he knows he can't keep up this facade - as much as it isn't really fooling anyone - for too much longer. It's a little hard to focus on glaring when your vision's starting to swim. There's really only one dignified option left: he stays standing for a few seconds after she's done, then sits again with a huff, breaking eye contact.]

...very well. But we are not waiting long. [Also when this is over we are never speaking of it again.]

[ironxtraitor]

[Her face softens as he sits.]

We'll see.

[heartofsteel]

[He swings his legs back onto the bed as well and lies down, pulling the blankets back up over him with a huff. They are definitely never speaking of this again.]

[He'd say that, but his tantrum just now has completely worn his body out. The fact that he pretty much passed out the second his head hit the pillow is yet another thing she'd better never mention. Never ever.]

[ironxtraitor]

[And there was her point completely justified. She dared a closer look at him, deeming him fast asleep. After all that, he was probably going to be out for a long time. Finally, some peace. Maybe now she could actually check on him, too.

Gingerly, she extended her hand and rested it lightly on his forehead. Yup, that was definitely a fever. Her hand lingered there for a moment, unconsciously sliding over the top of his head, stroking his hair. It was surprisingly soft, for as little as he took care of such needs.]

[As she realizes this, she pauses, watching his sleeping face.] What am I doing...

[She shakes her head, gently brushing Mechakara's bangs from his face and turning to find a cool cloth for that fever. She was never telling anyone indeed.]