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frye had been feeling weird.
she had came back from the usual filming of anarchy splatcast and felt an unscratchable itch in her throat. she thought that maybe it was her seasonal allergies, or just a weird reaction from something she had eaten earlier in the day. she (unfortunately) decided to ignore it and went to sleep.
she woke up in the middle of the night with a stuffy nose and an odd headache, paired with a sore throat, feeling exponentially worse than she did just hours before. she went to her bathroom to splash cool water on her face, hoping that her temperature would cool down for just a little bit.
it didnt.
nevertheless, she tried to sleep it off.
it took about an hour for her to actually fall asleep, and when she woke up again at a more reasonable time, she felt absolutely parched and was still heated from before. her throat was still terribly sore. the headache had stilled to a tiny ache, but she still felt horrid.
she slowly moved her comforter off of her person and started up to go to the kitchen, making a mental note of the things she needed.
as she slowly shuffled towards the kitchen cabinet, she wondered how she had caught this terrible bug anyways. from what she remembered, no one in the studio was sick, and the two people that she was the closest to (shiver and big man) werent sick either. so how did it come about?
she was starting to have second thoughts about her actions the day before when all of a sudden she felt a warm embrace from behind her. it was shiver, and the octoling rested her head on fryes shoulder, pressing a kiss to the shell of her ear.
“g’morning, frye…..” she paused, “am i crazy or are you
way
more warmer than usual?” she said. she pulled away and turned the girl around, pressing her against the counter.
frye shivered as her back made contact with the cold surface, but she answered, “i think im sick.”
shiver raised her eyebrows and stepped away. frye watched as she seemingly weighed options in her head for a few moments before stepping even closer to frye.
then she started to lean in, closer, closer,
closer
…
until her forehead was touching fryes.
nothing could be heard but the small, quiet breathing of the two. shiver moved her hands up to cup fryes face in her hands, her eyes darting to her lips, and then her eyes again. she looked lost in her thoughts for a moment, before suddenly pulling her face away, hands still cradling fryes face.
“what was that for.” frye murmured. she felt her face starting to heat up even more than it already was, and she knew it definitely was
not
because of the fever.
“well, you’re definitely sick, but…. i was just thinking about if i should give into all of your yucky germs and kiss you,” shiver replied, “but i havent made a decision yet..”
frye giggled. shiver embraced her and instead pressed a kiss to her forehead, then her cheek. “maybe later when you dont feel like a damn furnace.”
eventually shiver told her to lay down on the couch, telling her that she would give her the medicine instead. it was the typical cold and flu syrup, seeing as frye instructed shiver from her nest of blankets (that shiver promptly made soon after she was seated) that she didnt want to take pills. (“im not putting in any extra effort to swallow anything!”)
shiver took out a can of chicken noodle soup from the pantry and went back into the living room with the medicine, a spoon, and a bottle of water.
“awww, are you gonna spoon feed me, shiv?” frye snickered before moving away to cough, blinking as she scratched her head.
“um, yeah? i think we both know why you need that. now open up,” shiver poured out the appropriate amount of liquid on the spoon, carefully moving it to fryes open mouth. suddenly, frye abruptly put the spoon in her mouth, her eyes bulging wide as she stared at shiver.
shiver slightly jumped and stared back in confusion, caught off guard by fryes erratic movements. frye moved off of the spoon and swallowed, staring at shiver for a few more seconds before barking out laughter. her laughs seized to giggles and she wiped an imaginary tear away before collapsing on the mess of blankets behind her.
“just wanted to spook ya,” she snickered “and it was worth it. the look on your face!..”
shiver rolled her eyes and playfully punched fryes arm, the girl in question mock wincing and curling in on herself, muttering an “owwww” before suddenly splaying out, pretending to be dead as she stuck her tongue out and rolled her eyes to the back of her head.
“why are you even grosser when you’re sick?” shiver rolled her eyes and giggled.
about an hour later shiver had made the soup after frye started complaining about how “freaking hungry” she was. shiver had properly joined frye on the couch and they were watching a random show that frye had put on, sipping at the hot soup.
it was still somewhat early in the afternoon, and shiver wondered if frye would even be up to do that much of anything today. she cant remember a time that frye had gotten sick, let alone her somewhat taking care of her while she was sick. she remembered how miserable she was when she got sick, and how she insisted on staying cooped up in her room until her own personal storm had passed.
her train of thought was interrupted by frye.
“i know you love me a lot, but i'm surprised you're sitting this close to me or whatever without even taking the proper precautions. i could get you sick! you even kissed me. well, not on the lips, of course, but still. i'm surprised you even did all of this… i thought you hated being sick.” frye said.
“what, i cant take care of you?” shiver said. “and plus, im sure ill be fine. if i get sick then…. i guess we’ll both take care of each other,” shiver snickered, “and precautions? should i be sitting 10 feet away from you with a gas mask and a hazmat suit on or something?”
frye laughed. “mm, no. but youre just so touchy feely with me even though i have ‘yucky germs’.... i dont wanna infect you..” frye suddenly started groaning like a zombie and shiver thought it was so genuinely random and absurd that she couldnt help but laugh rather loudly.
frye sat up and grabbed shiver, moving slowly towards her and then starting to nip at her neck. shiver yelped and started laughing even harder, the inkling tugging on her arm to move her even closer to her. shiver pushed her away and frye exaggeratedly fell back on the couch, making incoherent noises before announcing out in the most professional voice that she could muster, “zombie defeated.”
shiver cackled, “youre such a dork, frye!”