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It is currently 7AM in the Devildom..
Diavolo is woken up to the sound of his butler shouting from downstairs that breakfast is ready, the smell of french toast and maple syrup struggling to permeate his nostrils through all the snot...
'ugh.. c-coming Barbs...'
Diavolo gets up and gets dressed, then downs some whiskey in the hopes that it'll cure whatever illness he has..
He then makes his way downstairs, watching as Barbatos slowly starts to look mortified..
'are you alright young master?'
'eh, probably not.. *cough cough*...'
'why do you reek of booze?'
'I had some whiskey this morning..'
'oh, ok- wait, WHAT?!'
'y-yeah.... *Sniffle*..'
Barbatos almost facepalms...
He feels his young master's forehead..
'Bloody hell... Right, off to bed with you..'
'nooo, I'm fiiiineee-'
'Off. To. Bed. That is an order!'
'you can't boss me around! I'm king of the Devildom and I- *coughing fit*..'
'Alrighty then, King Diavolo, off to bed...'
He leads Diavolo up to bed..
'my pancakes :('
'you can still have your pancakes if you're not nauseous...'
'ok...'
Diavolo changes back into his night clothes and gets back into his bed...
Barbatos brings him his pancakes, which he tries to hold, but he's too shaky to be able to eat them..
'awe no...'
'it's alright... Here...'
Barbatos helps him eat, even stealing a bit of pancake for himself...
'hey... Stoppit.. that's my pancakes... >:['
'look, I've been your servant for years now... Don't I deserve a little treat?'
'fuck you..'
'I love you too young master..'
A few hours have passed.. Barbatos is busy preparing some soup for Diavolo. He dices the carrots, celery, parsnip, and mushrooms, then adds them to some chicken broth, as well as some actual chunks of chicken and some noodles.
It's Barbatos' favourite dish to make whenever there's an illness in the castle, whether it be something as serious as pneumonia or as small as a broken heart, as it's quite the filling and flavourful dish, yet easy on the stomach, giving the casualty almost all of the nutrients they need without making them puke it back up.
He ladles the soup into a bowl and brings it to Diavolo's room.
'Young master, I made you soup..'
'I don't wanna eat...'
'I know you don't, but your body cannot recover using just thin air and hopes and dreams...'
Barbatos sets the soup down on Diavolo's nightstand...
'try to have a couple bites young master..'
'alright..'
A couple of hours pass. Barbatos goes to check on Diavolo in his room, noticing that the soup is empty, but he's not there..
'hmm?.. young mast-'
He hears loud retching and heaving from Diavolo's ensuite..
'oh dear....'
Barbatos opens the door and approaches Diavolo, holding his hair away from the puke and rubbing his back..
'there there... I'm here... I am right here..'
'*urk*... *Hic*.. o-ooowwwww...'
'oh you poor thing... It's alright... I'm here... I'm here... Breathe.. breathe..'
Diavolo is trying not to vomit...
'let it out, young master... You'll only hurt yourself..'
After a few rounds, there's eventually nothing left to puke up except bile... And even that's eventually gone...
'o-oowww... Stomach hurts...'
'awe... I know, I know... Right, let's go back to bed..
Barbatos tucks his master into bed, then delivers him some ginger tea..
'here, drink this..'
'nooo..'
'come on.. it's good for you... Drink it..'
Diavolo takes the cup in his hands and takes careful sips of it..
'y-you put honey in this?'
'i did, young master.. it'll help your throat..'
Diavolo smiles a bit, then finishes his tea and lays down..
'there you are..'
Barbatos gives him a small kiss on the forehead and starts to walk away..
'heeeeyyy... Nooo.. *cough*.. *sniffle*.. come baaaack....'
'I need to start cooking dinner young master..'
'I need cuddles...'
'*sigh*.. fine..'
Barbatos takes off his shoes and clambers into Diavolo's bed, spooning him...
A couple of days pass. Diavolo's illness soon clears up.
'oh my god...'
He feels his forehead.
It's a normal temperature.
He uses a thermometer.
37.3°c.
'Holy shit! Barbs! Barbatos! It's a miracle! I have healed!'
...
'Barbs?.... My love?...'
'*cough*.. young master... Help me.. I feel like death..'
'ah fuck.. so that's where my illness went...'