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*I pull myself out of my bed, ignoring the fact I look - and feel - like death. I trudge down the stairs, pouring myself some coffee and sitting at the table, opposite Jinx and Brad, the only two who were awake. Despite not feeling too ill, my throat was incredibly croaky and speaking was hard.* "Morning" (for the purposes of this roleplay, imagine we all live in a house together and the lab is the basement)
*turns around*
- oh, hi! Sounds like someone had a rough night
*I wave a hand dismissively* "No worries, I'm fine" *as if on cue, I double over in a small coughing fit, spilling a splash of my coffee*
right as you try to head to your office, i stop you:
- won't it be better to stay with us a little longer? Have a proper breakfast perhaps?
*I turn to face you* "I suppose it wouldn't do me any harm.." *as I sit back at the table, Singed enters the room, noticing the state I am in*
- oh, hi Corin! *I wave at singed*
Come join us?
*I gesture hastily towards you , pointing, hoping that you wouldn't notice*
*I don't notice the gesture.* "So, what does this supposed 'proper breakfast ' consist of?
- well, at least some food... *I stand up and head to the cupboards, pulling out a plate, nearly breaking it* and maybe some tea? *I pour some into your mug, it has jinx's and zas's faces on it, obviously a gift*
Here, have some pancakes*i put 1 onto the plate and hand it to u*
*I gingerly take the plate, consuming a bite of pancake* "You made this well. I haven't had pancakes in years, it tastes amazing"
- my -my... What did you eat then? Looks like you didn't have much food at all!
*I jokingly poke you in the ribs*
*I grin half heartedly at the joke* "mainly toast, sometimes that traditional undercity slop they used to serve in The Last Drop"
- they used to serve food in there? Last time i checked, the place was ran by a gang of criminals...
"Yeah but back when Vander worked there they served this weird dish made of fish and...well I dunno what else was in there but it tasted decent"
- well , enough about the past... Wait, jinx, are you seeing this? Ain't he a little red in the face? My guy, you aight?
*Suddenly, a sick feeling overcomes me and I gag, eventually just running to the bathroom and throwing up* "...I don't think I'm okay."
- let me handle him i say, as i look at singed, who is visibly concerned.
*I head to the bathroom and gently open the door*
- what just happened?
"I- I was sick, I'll sort myself out with some medicine and I'm sure I'll be alright, I don't want to be a bother"
*I wipe my mouth, leaving the bathroom*
*I stop in my tracks* "Brad, I promise you I'll be okay."
- you can't promise something like this. I'm taking you to bed right now. You don't even sound healthy, nevermind LOOK the part.
"Fine, I'll allow it" *I sigh, knowing that I don't have the energy to care for myself*
*i take you to the bedroom whis is located upstairs*
- strip. Work clothes aren't allowed on the bed.
*i obediently remove my clothes in silence, facing the opposite direction as if to tease you*
- hurry up and get under the covers, it's freezing in here. — i say as i try to start a fire in the chimney
*I notice I have been trembling* "alright" *I climb under the crimson sheets - my favourite colour*
— that's better. I'll make you some more tea, while you relax. And don't try to work from your bed. I told Sevika to supervise you. * I barely finish the sentence as she enters, grabs a chair and sits opposite you, right by the doorway*
"Thanks Brad, you're honestly the best" *I cough, but give you a smile*
"Ah..Sevika. Hello!"
- greetings. *She tries not to stare. She's never seen you so vulnerable. You spend 15 minutes drifting on and off to sleep , while sevika fidgets with her arm, producing the occasional clinking of the mechanical parts of her prosthetic*
*eventually you fall asleep, the first time having done so in a while*
* After some time, come in, carrying a tray of steaming mashed potatoes, some kind of meat and a cup of water on the side. I gently set the tray on the bedside table, that's actually a wooden crate, used to store shimmer. It even has your logo in faded purple painted on it's side. You peek from under the covers, noticing that it's significantly darker outdside*
*I sit up, feeling significantly worse than before* "ngh... what time is it?"
— about 6... How are you feeling? You look positively disheveled...
"Exhausted. I have a throbbing headache and I feel more sick then before I threw up."
— ah, the infamous fever nap. I've got something for you, it might help. And it's not shimmer, surprisingly.
"What would that be?"
*i smugly pull out a packet, which, judging by the sound contained something powdery. While grabbing your mug, i pull it open with my teeth and pour it's contents into the water*
— here, take this. It should ease your pains.
*I eye the powder, realising how suspicious it seems* "What...is it?"
i hand you the cup, the water is now sizzling, some kind of reaction clearly happening.
— electrolytes. Now drink. Do you really think your loyal lapdog would try poisoning you?
"Of course, my apologies." *I drink the water slowly*
— now, would you prefer being left alone , or i could keep you company if you're bored...
"Would you mind staying?"
— of course not. We could chat or just sit in silence. I won't try to get under the covers, since i don't want us to share a cold. Maybe you would like me to do something else?
"Let's just sit and talk for a bit"
— what's troubling you?
"Not as much, now that you're here"
— I'm glad to hear this.
*We continue to sit in silence for quite sime time*
*after a while* "Where's Zastan? Have they been out all day?
—they haven't returned yet. Jinx however is , surprisingly , here bugging out Sevika this very moment. Can you hear it?
*You can barely make out jinx's pitch among the clanking of metal happening downstairs*
"Yes. Quite frankly, it's giving me more of a headache"
— a moment.- i say, as i quickly exit your bedchambers. You then hear voices getting louder and then dying out. newfound silence blesses your ears, you feel like being able to breathe again.
I then return, a proud smile on my face.
— better? My voice is soft, contrasting my gleaming exterior.
*to everyone's surprise I (probably delirious with illness at this point) throw myself around you in a hug* "You've been so kind to me today"
i pat your back awkwardly , my hand coming away wet.
— i think you should take this off. You're soaking, this can't be helping ou.
Besides, it's already really, really warm in here. Hot, even.
*I lift a hand to my sweaty shirt, removing it from my body* "Mm that feels better"
— i bet! Now, i should probably try to feed you. Here, take this. *I shove a plate with now singnificantly cold potatoes in your hands, along with a fork*
"Ah, right.." *the idea of eating fills me with a strange sense of dread, but I pick at the potatoes and try to down some for the sake of your delicious cooking not going to waste*
— is there something wrong with my cooking? *I ask, concerned*