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Eraser coughed up a heap of mucus before spitting it out into a tissue, groaning as he leaned back on his bed. His phone, which was on the other side of the room, was ringing. He grumbled as he slowly got up. Everything soon started spinning. Eraser's head throbbed. He stumbled over to his phone and collapsed onto his mattress, sighing in relief.
Why was Fries calling him? Eraser shrugged it off and answered. The sudden urge to vomit took over him as soon as he picked it up. Eraser was able to hurl himself to the side of his bed in time, gagging and gasping for air as his stomach emptied itself onto his carpet.
The worst part was that, while Eraser threw up whatever left he had in his stomach, Fries was still on call.
"...Eraser?? I'm coming over." Then the dial tone played. Eraser violently coughed, another glob of mucus firing out from his mouth.
"Urrrgg." Eraser hated people seeing him so damn vulnerable. God, he almost felt like crying. He bit his lip as he buried himself under his comforter, closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep. A little while later, he heard knocking at his front door. Then a click. Eraser groaned.
God. He feels so fucking bad.
Fries walks in with a bag in his hand, setting it down next to Eraser's bed before sitting down beside him, sighing. "You need to tell me these kinds of things." Eraser shook his head, "I'm okay. I'm fine." Fries frowned.
"What?"
"Look at you! You're shaking like hell, and you're paler than a ghost! Have you been eating?"
Eraser's heart dropped down to his stomach. He bit his lip until it bled, chest tightening.
Fuck.
"Eraser," Fries' gently took Eraser's face in one hand, tilting it towards him. "Are you eating?" Right then and there, Eraser broke down sobbing. He felt Fries' arms wrap around him as he caressed his back.
"It's okay. It's going to be okay."
After Eraser calmed down, he looked down, ashamed. God, Fries probably thought he was weak. No, he is weak. He's a pathetic piece of shit. Tears began swelling up in his eyes again, but Eraser wiped them away, sniffing. He looked over at Fries with a frown on his face. "I- I'm so fucking sorry-" Eraser stuttered before Fries cut him off, shaking his head. "It's okay. Please don't apologize." Eraser fumbled with his hands nervously, not knowing what to say.
"...Thank you."
Fries smiled as he nodded, rummaging through the bag he carried with him. He gave Eraser a bottle of Advil, a protein bar, a bag of Funyuns (his favorite!), and a bottle of cold water. "Here, take these. Now eat." Fries said, handing him the bar and chips. Eraser silently nodded, opening the bag of chips and devouring them. Once he was done, he ate the bar as well.
"Do... you need anything?" Fries asked, getting up from where he was sitting. Eraser shook his head.
"No. But, uhm, could you, uh, stay?" Eraser muttered, feeling his chest tighten again. He didn't even know why he want his friend to stay with him. It was... comforting in a sense. Fries smiled as he sat back down, this time on the bed.
"Wanna cuddle or something? It's fine if not." Fries asked, looking back at Eraser, who blushed as he bit down on his tongue. "O- okay. Yeah. Yes." Fries buried himself under the covers next to Eraser, embracing him in his arms. Eraser yawned.
Tired,,,,
He fell asleep, snuggling into Fries' chest as he muttered something in his sleep. Fries looked down at him and smiled softly, getting a warm feeling in his chest. He ran his fingers through Eraser's pink and fluffy hair, laughing quietly to himself. Eraser can be pretty cute when he's sleeping. He felt the need to protect him. It made Fries feel nice to have Eraser's warmth against his chest.
Fries shook those thoughts from his head. That's not important right now. What's important is that Eraser stays safe and takes care of himself. Fries had to make sure of that.
"I won't let you hurt yourself."