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Viktor had a headache and everything hurt and he couldn't seem to force himself out of bed.
Every time he tries, the effort forced bile up his throat and he threw up a little bit over the edge of the bed. This would cause him to cough, blood mixing in with the puddle of vomit.
He wanted to cry. This was ridiculous. He had work to do. He almost didn't process Jayce walking in.
"Oh my god" Jayce breathed. He rushed to Viktor's side. "Are you okay?"
"Hand me my crutch, please"
"Viktor, you need to rest"
"Jayce" Viktor pleaded. "Come on, I can't get it myself and I just want to try"
Jayce sighed. As much as he was sure this was a poor idea, he also didn't want Viktor to feel like he wasn't allowed to use his mobility aid, so he grabbed the crutch that was leaning against the wall and handed it to Viktor.
Viktor forced himself up onto his feet, relying heavily on the crutch. He was able to take two steps before his body gave out and he collapsed.
Jayce caught him and held him as he broke down into frustrated sobs. Why couldn't his body just work?
"Come on, Vik" Jayce muttered soothingly. "Let's get you back to bed"