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The Endless didn’t get sick. At least, you thought your kind would never get sick, considering other deities weren’t either.
But your dear, dear sibling Desire had fallen sick with some kind of mysterious illness resembling much like a bad flu for humans and of course you were assigned to treat them. Your role in the world was insufferable at times like this, especially when considering you and Desire weren’t at the best of terms. Them constantly bending the rules and actively sabotaging the rest of you (Dream mostly) had created a strain few could let go.
So now you were sitting by their bedside, watching them lie under a dozen blankets and shivering, moaning and complaining as usual. You swore they tried to make themselves look worse so you had a reason to pamper them. They were dramatic, but this was several floors higher than you had gotten used to.
This pillow is too hard, these blankets are too thin, now I’m hot, I’m hungry but now I’m not, they absolutely bathed in being pampered by you and you already plotted all kinds of things you could do to strangle your other siblings for making you go through Desire being even more insufferable than they usually were.
But, you swallowed your urge to complain out loud and changed the towels, dabbed the sweat off their forehead, made soup, tea, anything you read about people treating their flu. And at night, you sat at the corner of the room reading about human illnesses and prepared for the next day of Desire whining.
“Dear sibling, would you bring me water? My throat hurts awfully,” they croaked from the bed and you summoned a glass of water you handed them.
“You know how to summon water by the flick of your wrist,” you told them, barely being able to keep the frustration off your voice.
“Do you think I have energy to do such things at this stage?” they huffed and sipped the water before grimacing. “Your water doesn’t taste good, you should check if there’s something wrong. But it’s better than nothing.”
You cocked your head at them. “Are you sure your taste buds aren’t rotting into your mouth?”
They smirked, pleased they could finally draw out some snark out of you. “Oh, my dear Duty. I’m not saying you did something wrong, but your powers may be… rusty.”
You closed your eyes for a moment and turned away to retreat back to the book, feeling Desire’s eyes on your back.
This remaining time treating them would be anything but fun now that they were able to find some right strings to pull, and they would absolutely revel in it.