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The second Cross awoke, he knew today was going to be terrible.
He was burning. It was a sensation he had only felt a few times before, and it felt like he was hot and cold at the same time.
He had an abysmal cough too, he couldn’t go 10 seconds without hacking up a storm.
He reluctantly realized he was ill, and sighed once he figured it out. If it wasn’t for the fact he was contagious, he’d probably be fine with going outside. So, alas, he had to stay in bed.
Thank goodness the man he shared it with couldn’t get sick.
Dream woke up after Cross, which was unusual but not unheard of. He stretched his bones until he saw the figure lying next to him.
“Cross?” Dream asked, almost in disbelief. “Is everything alright?”
Cross simply gave a chuckle in response. “Actually… I’ve got a pretty bad fever… and a cough.” His voice was raspy, and he coughed instantly afterward just to prove a point.
Dream seemed worried as he placed his hand on Cross’s forehead. It was… very warm. Too warm, and Dream had a feeling it wasn’t his aura.
A thought dawned on him that made the Guardian feel sick.
He had never taken care of a sick person before!
Back in Dreamtale… he would always just give people apples… and that was it!
But the Tree of Feelings has been long gone, and he’s pretty sure normal apples don’t possess the same qualities as apples possessing positivity.
Cross seems to notice his boyfriend’s worry as he raises an eyebrow. “…Dream? Is… everything okay?”
“Yep!” Dream responds a bit too quickly and loudly for it to be genuine, a large smile plastered on his face. Cross still does not seem convinced.
“Now! If you… excuse me! I must… do a search!” Dream states, quickly rushing to another room and pulling out his phone.
Google: How do I take carev of a sick mortal???? Hgelp????
He spelt ‘care’ and ‘help’ wrong, but he hoped the powers that were ‘Google Search’ understood.
Unfortunately, all Dream got were guides on how to take care of loved ones who were approaching death which he was very positive Cross was not nearing death.
Dream sighed at the unhelpful results, begrudgingly shuffling back to the bedroom. Cross looked puzzled once Dream walked in, but couldn’t hide the smile on his face.
“So uh… what happened there?” Cross asked, a small chuckle leaving him as he did so. Dream was not as carefree as he sat on the foot of the bed.
“I don’t know how to take care of sick people, Cross!” Dream confessed, trying not to cry. “I just… you’re always there to help me… so I want to help you too…” He murmured, fiddling with his gloves.
Cross gave a warm smile as he coughed, and gave a hearty chuckle. “Oh, Dream… the fact that you want to help is enough… you’re too kind for your own good sometimes, you know?” He smiled, and Dream could feel himself smiling back.
”Butttttttt… if you really want to make me feel better, some chocolate and iced tea with honey would be great.” Cross chuckled, readjusting his position on the bed.
Dream gave a giggle as well. He stood up, and placed his arms in front of him, as he always did. “Of course, Cross, anything for you.” He smiled, and chuckled softly as Cross tried to ignore the purple creeping on his face (and Dream tried to ignore the yellow creeping on his own.)
Dream soon returned with Cross’s requested items, and the two spent the day in bed together. As Cross rested up, Dream couldn’t help but be thankful that he had finally learned how to take care of sick mortals. He just wished it wasn’t Cross who fell ill.