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Bill Cipher let out a frustrated groan as he sat in your bathroom, holding a plastic bin filled with a variety of medicine you had. How was he supposed to know what you needed? There’s about four different bottles that looked exactly the same, and a bunch more that he had no clue what they’d do!
You let out a sneeze from where you were in your bedroom, falling back onto the bed with an annoyed sigh. "I hate being sick…"
Bill listened to you, and his face slowly twisted into a light sneer. Oh, and he hated your annoying little human self! He hated you, and he hated how absolutely annoying you were! You could just not be sick, but nooo– you just had to be sick! Now he had to figure out how to make you all better, which was nearly impossible– he had zero clue what this acetaminophen was, and all of your medicine was severely disorganized!
"Did you find the tylenol yet, Bill…?" You called out to him.
“No, I did not find your stupid tylenol yet!” He hissed. “Why do you have twenty different bottles of the same stuff?”
"Some of them are knockoff brands." You sat up, coughing a bit and trying to ignore the pain in your chest.
He huffed, and got up from the floor with the plastic bin in his little arms. “Well, here– you figure out what’s what!” He said, heading out of the bathroom and into your bedroom. He waddled over to you, before dumping the entire bin of bottles onto your lap.
You blinked, staring at the bottles before picking one of them up. You unscrewed the top, shook out two pills, and took them dry. "Thanks, Bill."
Bill Cipher grumbled a few mean words under his breath and plopped down on the edge of the bed, watching as you put the bottles back into the bin and set it to the side. “Uh-huh, whatever– just don’t expect me to do anything else!”
You glanced at him, just about to say something before breaking into a coughing fit.
Bill Cipher squinted at you, trying to hide his concern as you spent a good minute coughing… “Don’t die, geez… I’ll do whatever you need me to…”
"Not…” You took another moment to cough some more. “Not trying to die…" You rubbed your throat. "Ugh…"
Bill Cipher huffed. “Doesn’t sound like it!”
"I can't exactly… exactly control when I start hacking up a lung, Bill."
He stared at you for a very long moment… “You can’t?”
You shook your head, grabbing a tissue and blowing your nose. "No… No one can control when… when you get sick." You sighed. "It's never fun."
…He scoffed, looking away. “Sounds stupid.”
"Well… I'm only human." You threw the tissue into the garbage before sneezing again. You made a face. "Ugh…"
Bill Cipher was quiet for a very long moment, and he slowly looked back over to you. “So… are you actually going to die, or…?”
A weak laugh managed to escape you despite the pain it brought to your chest. "No, I-I'll be alright. It's just a cold, so as long as I rest and take it easy, I should get better in a few days."
“A few days? But… it’ll take forever for you to get better!” he said with a grunt.
"Not if I take medication and sleep a lot." You glanced at him with a small smile. "Why? Are you worried about me or something?"
Bill Cipher… pouted, and looked away once again. “N-Nooo… Of course I’m not worried! You’ll survive!”
“Theeen… why did you ask if I was going to die?”
“Because…” Bill paused, trying to come up with a good excuse. “Uh… because I won’t be able to free-load off of you if you die!”
You arched an eyebrow with a small smile. “Oh, really?” You laughed quietly. The laughter quickly devolved into another coughing fit, but your smile stayed on your face.
Bill Cipher folded his little arms, nodding. “Yeah! That’s the only reason why I’m helping you out. If it were anything else, I’d leave you alllll by yourself!”
“If you–" You took another moment to cough- "If you say so, Bill,” you said with another laugh, then laid back against your pillows. “If that’s the only reason.”
“Yeah, it is,” he said a bit grumpily. “So… don’t expect much outta me!”
You were silent for a moment before glancing at him. “So I won’t get a hug if I ask for one?”
Bill Cipher glared at you. “You’re not getting a hug!”
“Darn.” You pouted, closing your eyes as you reclined on your bed.
A few minutes or so passed, and Bill stared at you while you had your eyes closed, clearly thinking about several things at once… After another full minute, he slooowly scooched up to you, now right at your side.
You opened one eye, glancing at him. “Do you need something, Bill?” you asked quietly.
He jolted before letting out a loud grunt. “No! Shut up, and… and go to sleep!”
You laughed quietly, coughing a bit before closing your eyes again. “If you say so.”
Bill grumbled a few more unsavory words under his breath while continuing to stare at you, waiting for you to fully fall asleep.
After a few minutes, you finally dozed off, curling up on top of the covers as your chest rose and fell rhythmically.
Bill narrowed his eyes at you, making absolutely certain that you were asleep… before scooching a bit closer to you, and snuggling up to your warm fleshy body.
…Slowly, you wrapped your arms around him in your sleep, smiling faintly.
Bill pouted, but after a while, he eventually did move closer to you, closing his single eye. Yeah, the only reason why he wanted to help you was to free-load off of you– nothing else, and nothing more. He couldn’t do that if you were dead! And he most certainly didn’t help because he cared about you– certainly not!