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Ponk coughed, taking his mask off. His eyes were red, his hair a mess, he felt cold and hot at the same time, His hair was matted to his head with sweat, and his nose was stuffy. He'd been laying in bed all day.
Foolish was probably out building something and Sam was probably at the prison.
He couldn't have cared less though. All he cared about was the never-ending feeling of death that surrounded him. Of course, he wasn't sick enough to hurt him but that didn't make him feel any better.
He weakly stood up and went to the kitchen to find something to eat. He was starving.
As soon as he started to walk his migraine became more apparent.
He grabbed a random bag of chips and sat down. He only ate a few before his appetite went away again.
He stood up and went to go back to his bed but saw one of his boyfriends outside from the corner of his eye.
He opened the back door, getting the other's attention. The totem waved to the other as he got closer to their house.
"Hey, Ponkie. You alright?"
Ponk sickly shook his head and fell onto the other, groaning.
"Aw, I'm sorry, baby. What's wrong?"
" 'm sick."
Foolish carefully picked Ponk up and carried him to their bed.
"Don't get up, ok? Imma go get you some water."
Foolish left the room and went to the kitchen and got a water bottle from the fridge for his boyfriend. He also grabbed a thermometer.
He went back to the bedroom, sat the water bottle down on the bedside table, and sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Open." Foolish put the thermometer in the other's mouth and under his tongue.
A few seconds later it started beeping.
'100.1°' it read.
"Well, you definitely have a fever. Is there anything I can get you?"
Ponk shook his head. "Not at the moment."
"Mk..." Foolish went to leave but Ponk quickly grabbed his wrist.
"Stay."
Foolish thought about it for a second but decided to stay with him. He laid down over the covers beside the other.
About 10 minutes later the bedroom door opened and their other boyfriend stuck his head through the door.
"Hey... You guys ok?"
Foolish sat up a bit, "Ponks sick." He said simply.
Sam walked into the room, shut the door, and lay on the other side of Ponk.
"Hi, Sammy." Ponk said tiredly.
Sam peck the other on the cheek. "Hey, baby."
Foolish got up, turned the lights, off and laid back down. They all three fell asleep.