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After the rest of the brothers had left, Mammon (reluctantly) was set to working on your setup. First and foremost he had to find a trash can for you. As you lay in your sheets trying very hard not to puke again, you couldn’t help but be grateful for the brothers. They couldn’t possibly know how to handle a human being sick, but they were all willing to try. You couldn’t deny it made you feel just a bit special.
Mammon suddenly came barging in, holding up the fanciest trash can you had seen, It had a base color of sleek black with decorative dragons circling all around its outer case.
“Oi, I found this trash can in Lucifer’s room. I doubt he’ll mind too much, but if he gets pissy I’ll blame the choice on you.” He stated obnoxiously.
You felt a bit less special at that.
Mammon set it down haphazardly beside your bed, causing even more sounds to echo in your head.
“Mammon..could you please help me get my school jacket off?..” you managed to ask hoarsely. Mammon gave you the most disgusted look you had ever seen as he scoffed.
“Haaah? And touch your nasty germ filled self? No way! I don’t want your human cooties.” He huffed dramatically as he crossed his arms and looked away. You whined slightly before managing to sit up on your arms and attempted to take it off yourself, sending your vision spinning. You felt cool hands grab yours and toss them gently out of the way, squinting your eyes enough to see Mammon sitting before you and unbuttoning your jacket himself. He completely avoids your gaze as he mumbled to himself.
“Useless human. I guess you really do have to depend on me, huh? Nothing THE Great Mammon can’t handle, of course.” He assured as the slightest of a blush crossed his face. You grinned in victory as you allowed Mammon to do his thing, cooperating when he lifted your arms enough to get the jacket off. Feeling a lot lighter at having a thick layer removed you gladly laid back in your bed and sighed out in relief.
“Thanks for that Mammon. I feel much better.”
Mammon just grunted in response as he scooted to the edge of the bed, crossing his arms lazily as he tapped his foot impatiently. You could feel yourself drifting off into a peaceful slumber, your eyes growing heavier and heavier as you-
“GAH. This is so boring! I didn’t sign up to just sit in some damn silence! I was expecting us ta have fun today without the others buggin’ us like usual!”
And there it was. Mammon’s inability to just sit quietly for any amount of time. While usually you would find it endearing every word he said was like an arrow to your brain. He would have to forgive you if you ended up snapping on him.
“Sorry Mammon...I don't have..the energy to talk.” You settled on instead. Mammon just groaned more, tapping his foot more.
“Can’t ya at least play somethin’ with me? Like a card game! We can play goldfish, or- oi oi oi! Wake up! Ya can’t just fall asleep when I’m talkin’! My time is money ya know.” Mammon snapped his fingers directly in front of your face as you shot your eyes open again.
“I wasn’t sleeping..just resting my eyes..” you lied shamelessly as you tried to go back to sleep. Mammon huffed loudly as he stood from your bed, stomping out of the room. You felt slightly bad for making him leave, but you could feel yourself getting closer to wanting to puke the longer you had to force yourself to socialize. Now that Mammon was gone though, you were filled with a blissful silence. When you were better you’d spend all the time listening to Mammon's rambling. But at the moment, it just felt too good to let your eyes close, and your breathing slow as you finally got to drift to sleep.
All good things had to come to an end, sadly. Even when you were sick.
“Oi! Human! Why’re’ya asleep in front of THE Mammon?! AGAIN!”
You peeled your eyes open slowly as you winced at the echoing voice. Did he have to always speak so loudly?
The demon in question was stomping into the room with a newly found chair from the dining room, planting it at your bedside before plopping himself down. With a cross of his arms Mammon blew a tuft of hair from his eyes before looking down at you.
“This is super boring. You’ve just been tryin’ to sleep this whole time!” He complained loudly as he sent yet another sentence bouncing around your skull like a tennis match. “Can’t ya just..walk around er’ somethin?”
You managed to send a narrowed look towards his direction, huffing out from your spot on your bed before sitting up on your elbow.
“No, Mammon, I can’t just… walk… around..!” You barely managed to get your sentence out before you were throwing yourself across your sheets and reaching down, bringing the trash can that had been propped up beside your bed to your head before gagging into it. Most of it was only dry heaving, which made your head bang even worse. Mammon squirmed uncomfortably as he watched, cursing slightly under his breath. He gently sat down on the bed behind yli and began to rub your back soothingly, whispering softly words of encouragement.
“Easy does it human..I don’t need ya dyin’ cause you puked up your throat.” He mumbled out. You couldn’t help the chuckle his words pulled out, taking a moment to breath and cradling the trash can to your chest.
“Hah...thought this was...boring..” you teased. You looked back enough to see his cheeks flair up as his hand shot away as if burned.
“It is!! Don’t think just cause I’m comfortin’ ya my mind’s changed. I just can’t have my puny human die on me! You’re my money stash!” He rushed out, obviously flustered. He crossed his arms again and slouched forward, putting a sassy pout on his face as he grumbled under his breath. “... is there anything I can get ya at least?..” he added with a touch of softness.
You finally set the trash can back down onto the ground and flopped backwards onto your back, looking over at Mammon through lidded eyes.
“It’s...really hot in here..” you managed to think of. It was true. You felt like your whole body was being dipped in boiling water. Mammon perked up at the task and flew to his feet, a wide and cocky grin forming on his lips.
“Don’t you worry your sweaty head, human! The Great Mammon knows EXACTLY what to do.” He declared proudly. He shot back out of the room before you could ask him to please use his inside voice, letting your eyes close once again as you focused on your breathing. Great. Now you couldn’t even get back to sleep.
It wasn’t much time since you started listening to how gross your breathing was when Mammon finally came back to the room. This time however he was pushing the biggest fan in the house, which was literally the size of your torso. Your heart sank as Mammon began to plug it up, humming to himself as he worked.
Oh. Oh he was serious.
“Mammon… that’s a really big fan.” You coughed out. Mammon looked over at you and beamed, puffing his chest out proudly.
“I know, right?! I managed to swindle a sucker into trading it for some knockoff lottery tickets. Planned on selling it again, but I guess for now I can keep it for you.” He explained as if he was a genius. You wanted to tell him you didn’t mean bring the biggest fan he could find but… fuck. His excitement was just too cute to say anything.
So instead you braved yourself as Mammon flipped it on, the room filling with a cool breeze instantly. You felt your hair being blown away from your face, having to use your hand to push some out of the way as you gaped. It was like a wind tunnel!
Mammon moves back to the spot of the chair and leaned forward towards you, producing a wipe from his pocket.
“You got shit all over. I got ya covered.” He explained as he carefully wiped at your mouth. It was actually really sweet, and you hadn't expected him to be so thoughtful. Especially when at the beginning of the day he has made his disdain for your throw up very well known.
“Thanks..Mammon.” You breathed. You reached a hand up and gave his hair a lazy pat, letting your eyes close for a moment. Now that you were settled underneath all your covers again, the fan didn’t feel so bad.
Mammon’s face has turned red again at the affection, crossing his arms dramatically.
“Just rely on me, human! Me and ONLY me! I’ll have ya up an’ runnin’ in no time.” He promised. You just giggled under your breath and managed to send him a smile.
“Okay Mammon.”
Mammon just let out a purr of satisfaction, setting himself back in the chair he had brought and resting his arms and head against your bed. He let his head fall to his arms as he watched you, using a hand to move your covers up higher.
“Now go back to sleep, human. You need it.”
“Oh ho, I thought you didn’t want me to be sleeping..”
“Th-thats!.. That’s cause you were doing it without ME!”
Mammon hissed as he grabbed one of your hands, resting it atop his head and turning it the other way so you could only see his hair. You immediately understood what he was wanting, cracking a grin as you began to pet his hair.
You found it pretty relaxing, the softness of his hair mixing with the feel of the cool breeze. You felt your eyes grow heavy again as your hand slowed it’s pace. Eventually Mammon took your hand and set it aside, sitting up and moving from his chair to your beside again. You suddenly felt his own hand fall onto your head, letting your hair soothingly.
You managed to look through heavy eyes, confusion etched on your face. “Mammon?..”
He’s crossed his legs and looked away from you, but from your spot you could still see his ears tinted red and his throat bob as he swallowed.
“Don’t worry about it you stupid human. Just go to sleep. I’ll stay right here.” He glanced back just long enough for your eyes to meet crystal blue ones before he looked away again. “I promise.”
Your cheeks hurt at that point from smiling, as you rolled closer enough to wrap an arm lazily over his legs. His body stiffened for a moment under your skin before relaxing again, his hand now being able to pet more of your hair.
Any time the others teased Mammon he was always compared to being some lovesick puppy, but you couldn’t disagree more. If anything, Mammon was the one most like a cat. You let your eyes fall shut completely as you nuzzled yourself against Mammon, taking comfort in feeling the others presence. Not long after you were drifting back into slumber, the hand petting your hair gently moved it from your face and tucking it away from your face.
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When you came to again you no longer heard the loud spinning fan, and instead felt the coldness of a wet cloth on your forehead. Gently taking it into your hand you slowly propped yourself on one one elbow and lazily looked around. Instead of Mammon, Beel now sat before you in the chair that had been found, and was fiddling with his D.D.D. As he munched on a bag of spicy newt tails. Noticing your movement Beel looked up from what he was doing, a warm smile taking over his face.
“! You’re awake! Sorry I didn’t wake you when I switched off with Mammon. You looked peaceful as you slept. It reminded me of Belphie.” He explained sweetly. He then had his smile twitch as he suddenly looked annoyed. “Sorry you had to deal with Mammon. He really is an idiot.”
You cracked a grin as you shifted your pillows so you could lay back and still talk with Beel. You closed your eyes again as you spoke, finding it to be a bit easier to do.
“Thank you Beel. I feel a little better after that nap. And Mammon tried his best. Even if the execution was.. well, he tried.”
Beel snickered slightly before resting his hand on his stomach, his eyes lighting up in realization.
“I know what I’ll do for you while I’m here!” He gasped suddenly. You peeled an eye open to peek at Beel, raising a brow curiously. “I’ll make you something to eat!”
Your heart dropped again for the second time that day. As much as you loved Beel, you once again felt the same dread that you felt when you were left with Mammon.
You had high doubts that anything Beel made would see the light of your stomach.
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