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Toodles is sick, as Glisten has heard. Cosmo had gone to go check on her, she's been throwing up, great. Rodger, primarily taking care of her, has been looking after her all day… somehow.
She's just caught some sort of stomach bug, like kids do.
Glisten has made sure to steer clear of Rodger’s room today, not wanting to hear, see or smell anything. He doesn't want to have a panic attack; he doesn't want anyone to find out about his phobia. Alas, Rodger approaches him when he is sat in the kitchen.
“Oh, Rodger, afternoon!” Glisten says, putting on a cheery mood, making sure to keep his distance and not inhale too much near him.
“Afternoon, would you be able to watch Toodles for a bit?” Rodger begins, Glisten’s heart drops. He know it was coming. “I have some things I need to do, but she's ill so I can't leave her on her own.” Rodger informs him.
“Oh? Of course!” Glisten replies, standing from his seat, trying to hide his growing anxiety. His hands are shaking, he feels lightheaded and weak; worst of all, he feels sick now, making him more anxious.
“Great, thanks a lot.” Rodger says, patting the mirror’s arm before walking off.
Glisten slowly opens the door to Rodger's toon room, peeking his head in slowly.
“Toodles? It's Glisten!” He says, putting on a clearly fake voice.
“Glistennn…” She whines from the other side of the room, “my tummy hurts.” Toodles complains. Glisten swallows thickly and steps inside, timidly walking over to Toodles’ bed.
“Oh dear, have you had medicine?” He asks, repeating over and over “She won't be sick, she won't be sick… no, I don't like that word. She won't be ill, she won't be ill-” He smiles reassuringly.
“Yeah… and doggy is in the wash…” She pouts.
“Awe, it's ok, I'm here!” Glisten says, Toodles smiles a little.
A few minutes pass; Glisten doesn't know how much longer he can stay in the room. He has cried a very small amount several times, but not enough to let Toodles notice. Every time she moves or makes the slightest noise, he feels his flight senses kick in and jumps - always for no reason though.
“Glisten?” Toodles asks. Glisten, yet again, takes a sharp inhale of breath, before turning to her.
“Yes?” He replies, not wanting to look directly at her.
“I don't feel well.” His heart sinks, he feels lightheaded again, his breathing threatening to quicken.
“D-do you feel sick?” He asks. She nods.
“Oh god, what do I do. I can't just leave, but there's no way I can stay!” Glisten thinks, shoving a bowl in front of her.
“Uhm, lean over that.” He says, and she does as he says.
Just as she begins, he sprints out of the room, beginning to hyperventilate. He can hear the horrible splatter and the split second he smelt it has been permanently preserved in his nostrils. Someone nearby, Teagan possibly, saw him leave and went in to Toodles. Good.
He feels awful for leaving her alone, but he can't be there. Glisten runs to his room, locking the door behind him.