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"Do you want another blanket? Are you hungry? Do you want another pillow?"
"No, Red, I'm fine!" MK replied. "You gotta stop asking me every 5 minutes!"
"Well, it's not my fault I'm worried about my favorite Noodle Brain being basically confined to a bed after going through surgery!" Red Son replied, pacing back and forth and waving his hands around wildly.
"It's really not that big of a deal, Red, I'm fine!" MK laughed, before wincing in pain. "Oh Great Sage- forgot I can't really laugh like that for a little bit, huh?"
Red Son facepalmed and readjusted the blankets around MK's shoulders, giving him a peck on the forehead. "I'm going to make some soup. Do not, under any circumstances, move your upper body, please?"
"Fine! But can you turn on Monkey King: The Animated Series, first?" MK asked innocently before Red Son started getting out the ingredients.
Red Son rolled his eyes, but grabbed the TV remote and switched it on.
The apartment was filled with the smell of hot and sour soup and the sound of cartoons, broth boiling, and the cutting of vegetables.
The comfortable silence was broken by MK quietly asking, "Hey, does this, uhm, bother you? Taking care of me like this?"
Red Son stopped what he was doing and turned to look MK in the eyes from across the apartment.
"No. It never would. This is making you happy, and I would never be bothered by taking care of you, because I love you, bozo." Red Son replied.
MK smiled. "Thanks." He said softly, turning back to the cartoon.
"You're lucky you didn't say that to Mei, she would've been shaking you all about and yelling about how much she cares about you." Red Son scoffed, with no real bite to it.
"I would laugh at that if I could." MK replied, grinning.
"Well, get better soon, so you can laugh about it. Here I am, being funny to make you feel better, and you can't even laugh." Red Son chuckled.
MK smiled again.
Red Son finished the soup, pouring it into two bowls, and putting some extra peppers into his own. He walked back over and sat on the bed next to MK, handing him his bowl and spoon.
"Make sure to blow on it, it's hot." Red Son said, reaching over to the TV remote and turning up the volume.
"Well, yeah, duh." MK replied, blowing on his spoon before slurping up the soup. "This is really good, Red."
"Obviously, I made it." Red Son huffed proudly, beginning to eat his own soup.
"Oh! Could you water my plants?" MK asked. "I forgotten to water them before going to the hospital and I obviously can't water them right now."
"Yes, of course." Red Son replied, setting his bowl on MK's nightstand. Walking back over to the kitchenette, he filled up a pitcher of water. MK helped instruct him on how much water each plant needed, before sitting back down and finished his soup.
MK sighed dramatically after he finished his soup. "I wish I didn't have to rest so much after top surgery. I know that after every surgery you should rest but, like, it's annoying. I can't get up and go fight bad guys or even make my own food anymore. And I'm so glad I did it, of course, I would still do it even if I had to rest in bed for a month but it's just- yknow?"
"You'll be up and moving again in, like, one or two weeks, MK." Red Son replied, taking MK's bowl and putting it in the sink. "Plus, I think resting and taking a break would be good for you, just saying..." Red Son muttered.
"Ha! One more plus is that I don't have to wear a binder 24/7 anymore!"
Red Son groaned. "Yes, that's true, but also you shouldn't have been binding so much anyway! Frankly, I'm surprised you were able to breath."
MK smiled sheepishly. "Yeah, I really shouldn't have done that, huh? Oh! What do you think I should do with my old binder? I was thinking of, like, framing it or something."
Red Son scoffed and chuckled. "Sure. I'll help you build the frame."