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Ekko felt like shit.
“You’re burning up,” Jinx said, her eyes wide with concern. “You really ought to lie down or something.”
“There’s so much work to be done.”
“Vi can do it,” she said firmly. “You’ve got to rest, okay?”
“I am not resting.”
“I’ll shoot you,” she said. “Then you’ll really have to rest.”
Ekko’s fevered brain almost believed her. Almost.
“No, you won’t.”
“I’ll knock you out with a hammer.”
“Powder, I’m serious.”
“I’ll put my sleeping pills into your coffee.”
That, she would do. Ekko sighed and sat down on their battered couch.
“You can’t just convince me to rest by being nice like a normal person?”
“Ha, like that would work,” Powder said. “Can’t you just learn to take a break without me threatening you? Like a normal person.”
“This is a bad time to get sick,” he grumbled.
“No such thing as a good time to get sick. I’ll get you some books, some blankets, and some tea that isn’t drugged. Probably.”
“Wow, I feel so comforted,” Ekko said sarcastically, but he meant it.
Especially when she came back with his favorite books and pretty much every blanket in the house, along with a cold pack and the hopefully not drugged tea.
“Wanna cuddle?” She asked.
“You’ll get sick.”
“Quite trying to be a hero, boy savior,” she said, wrapping her arms around him.
He still felt like shit, but it was nice to have someone taking care of him. He drifted off to sleep easily.