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“I didn’t know zombies could get sick.” Bibi said, with a smirk.
“Ugh. I’m still alive, you absolute nimrod..’ Emz said, but her voice was too hoarse to have any real heat in that retaliation. No energy to explain the effect of viruses on someone like her.
Bibi looked down at her bundled form in her super fancy canopy bed. She silently blew a bubble to an impressive size and let it pop. She lifted up a baseball-themed thermos. “I brought you this.”
“What is it?” Emz croaked.
“Soup.”
“...You made it?” she asked as she felt Bibi sit down. She eyed her as she unscrewed the lid.
Bibi laughed. “No, if I made it I wouldn’t offer you any. My cooking’s terrible.”
Emz’s eyes burned, and she shut them again. Everything felt like flaming misery.
“I had Bull make it.” she explained as she poured . “Sit up.”
Emz took a few seconds to process that little order, then she slowly pushed herself to a sitting position.
Her hair was unkempt and sticking out everywhere. Her eyes had bags under them, and her bandages were loose.
“You look like hell.” Bibi told her. “Cute wrinkled PJ’s.”
“Shut it.” Emz mumbled. “Give me some.” she pointed at the filled lid in Bibi’s hand.
Bibi held the cup to Emz’s lips, and tilted it up. Emz blinked, but drank the broth anyway. It was pleasantly soothing and much needed warmth. The texture was fine, but she couldn’t pinpoint the flavors anyway. She’s been to Bull’s enough to know it was delicious and flavorful though. Hell, she couldn’t wait this stupid illness was gone.
She was able to finish the cup in one go.
Emz let out a contented sigh. Then, she looked Bibi full in her eyes. “Gay-ass.”
“What for? You were the one holding my wrist as you were chugging it.”
Was she? Emz didn’t notice, but she scoffed at her. “You could’ve handed me the cup instead of hand feeding me.”
“Nah, you’re too weak, you would’ve dropped it, klutzy-ass.”
“Sounds like an excuse for you.” Emz shot back.
“Please, you don’t even look good at all right now,” Bibi snarked.
“You’re the one who had it made and came all the way down here –” Emz stopped only to fall into a harsh fit of coughs, ending up in need to spit out an unseemly glob of phlegm into a wastebasket.
Bibi passively waited until all of that subsided. “Want another bit?”
“Mmgh…yeah.” Emz’s voice was as raspy as ever.
Bibi held the lid up to her mouth again and Emz drank. This time, she was aware she put her hand on Bibi’s wrist.