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“You'll be alright. Just take some deep breaths for me.” Pure Vanilla kept his voice low and steady, trying his best to soothe the miserable cookie who lay on the cot before him. “You'll feel better in a moment, don't worry.”

Taking a deep breath, the healer extended a hand, holding it just over the sick cookie's chest. Oddly, it took a bit for the familiar warmth of his magic to flood through his body. He shook it off, pouring his focus into healing his patient. To his relief, the cookie's pained gasps eased, replaced by the steady breathing of sleep.

Sitting back, he let out a sigh before turning to the other cookies in the room. “They will be alright once they wake up. Just make sure they rest for another day or two.”

There was a chorus of agreement and thanks as Pure Vanilla stood. His legs shook a bit, nearly giving out underneath him. Luckily he was able to steady himself before collapsing back to the floor. He frowned, leaning heavier on his staff.

“Are you alright, Pure Vanilla Cookie?”

He gave a small smile. “Ah, yes. I'm fine. My apologies. It appears my legs must have fallen asleep while I was sitting.” To prove his point, he took a few steps forward. To his great relief, he didn't stumble this time.

The pleasant warmth of the sun greeted him as he left the house. He couldn't help but smile, even with the extra focus he was currently exerting to not trip over his own feet. It seemed every other cookie in the Kingdom had decided to enjoy the nice day as well, judging by the noise of hustle and bustle around him.

He responded to every greeting he received, accepting small gifts young cookies offered him, shaking the hands of grown cookies, who complimented him on whichever aspect of his outfit they noticed first. After a chat with a particularly excited elderly cookie, he became very aware of an unpleasant throbbing in his head. When did that start? He shook his head, hoping to clear it, only to end up making himself horribly dizzy. Stumbling over his own feet, he was startled to find someone grabbing his arms.

“Whoa there, buddy. You okay?”

Blinking, he swiped a hand across his face, still fighting the wave of dizziness. His scrambled mind pieced together the familiar scent of the other cookie, as well as her firm grip on his arms. “Oh! Hello, Holly! I didn't realize… I didn't know you were here already. Sorry, I would've—”

She laughed, loosening her hold on his arms and ruffling his hair affectionately. “No worries, my friend! Are you alright, though? You almost face planted right into the pavement!”

Pure Vanilla laughed as well. “Ah, I was simply lost in thought. I wasn't paying much attention to where I was walking.” It was true. He hadn't at all been watching his own steps.

Hollyberry flung her arms over his shoulders, pulling him into a side hug. “Can't rest that brain of yours for a second, huh? Have you been out all day? I checked for you at the castle when I first arrived, but your guards said you left early this morning.”

“Yes, I have,” he replied, leaning into the hug, relieved to not have to support himself on his shaky legs. “I was just going to run a few errands, but I received reports of an illness making its way through a neighborhood and—”

“And you had to help! Of course!” Hollyberry rubbed a hand over his shoulder. “I assume they're doing better now?”

He nodded, only to instantly regret the movement. It sent a stabbing pain through his head, causing him to wince and press hand to his forehead. “Ugh— my apologies. I have a slight headache, I'm afraid.”

With a sympathetic hum, Hollyberry tugged him over to her table. “No worries, hun! Did you eat recently? Or drink anything?”

“Uh…” Pure Vanilla searched his scrabbled mind for any recollection of eating breakfast that morning. “...I don't think so…” He slumped back in the booth. “I suppose that might be the cause…?” His voice trailed off, cut off by another wince.

Sliding into the booth beside him, she patted his back. “Well, we can't have that, can we? I'll get you something. My treat. You just take it easy for a bit.”

He gratefully accepted her offer, resting his arms on the table and pillowing his head on top of them. Unfortunately, it didn't bring any relief. Instead his headache grew more and more intense, causing tears to prick the corners of his eyes. He hadn't been anticipating a migraine today, and a busy restaurant really wasn't the best place to have one start.

A hand came down to rub his back. He shifted his head so he could blearily stare at his friend. Although he couldn't make out her facial expressions, her body language displayed concern.

“I’m alright,” he mumbled, pushing himself into a seated position. The smell of jellies hit his nose and he grimaced. His stomach growled loudly, sending pain through his body.

Hollyberry’s hand was still on his back. “Whoa there. Don't push yourself. We aren't on a time crunch, hun. The others will understand!”

They would. They would be proud of him for managing to eat something. They would be happy to see him improving, even if only a bit.

Those thoughts alone were enough to give him the strength to pick up a few of the jellies, slowly putting each of them into his mouth. His stomach did a couple anxious twists, nearly causing him to cough them right back up. Taking a few deep breaths, he was able to keep them down.

Thankfully, after he had eaten a bit, his headache eased, and he was able to actually engage in pleasant conversation with Hollyberry, who also seemed relieved by his improvement.

“I suppose the others will be joining us soon?” He asked, sipping at his cup of tea. “I must admit, I'm rather unprepared for our gathering. I've been so busy recently, it must have slipped my mind somehow.”

She laughed, ruffling his hair again. “Awh, you know we don't care if you have a big plan for us or not! We're just here to visit you!”

He tried to respond, but the only thing that came out was a quiet sob. He scrubbed at his face, trying to muffle it with a laugh. Unfortunately, it didn't work. Tears were streaming down his face and he didn't even know why. To his relief, Hollyberry didn't press. She just pulled him into a hug, shielding him from any discomfort at being seen like this.

Logically, he knew the cookies of his kingdom wouldn't care if he cried in front of them, but there was a deep rooted fear of…. He quickly brushed off the thought as his chest grew tight and another strangled sob wracked his body. He clung to Hollyberry until the tears eased into soft sniffles.

“Sorry,” he mumbled as he pulled away, rubbing his eyes with the palms of his hands, trying to remove any unshed tears. “I don't know what came over me.”

“Oh, you stop that. There is no need to apologize, my friend. You're simply tired. And don't argue with me on that— it's very clear.” She kept an arm around his shoulders as she called the waiter over, requesting a box for the unfinished jellies. Once their leftovers were securely contained, she turned her attention back to him. “Tell ya what. Let's go meet everyone else in the park, then we'll return back to your castle! We can chat over tea! Or you could take a nap.” The last part was added in a semi teasing tone.

He managed a weak laugh as he was pulled out of the booth, keeping his hand firmly locked in Hollyberry's. The feeling of another cookie next to him helped to ease his racing mind. She didn't seem to mind, lightly swinging their arms back and forth as they walked, making their way to the park. Even if she hasn't mentioned their destination, Pure Vanilla would have been able to tell by the shouts of excited young doughs.

There was a call from a short distance away. Before he had a chance to properly process who was calling out to them, Pure Vanilla found himself being practically tackled to the ground in one of Golden Cheese’s so-called “tactical hugs.” Stumbling backward a bit, he was only kept from falling by his friend's wings steadying them both. Yet another wave of dizziness washed over him, and he clung a bit tighter to her to keep himself upright.

“Hey there, Blondie!”

“Hello!” He leaned into her embrace, still feeling a bit disoriented. “It's good to see you!”

She snickered, holding him out at arms length. “See me, huh? I'm glad my dazzling radiance has pierced even your poor vision!”

Pure Vanilla brought a hand up to his mouth, hiding a wide grin that had spread over his face. “Indeed. You look simply brilliant, my friend.” Of course, they both knew he couldn't make out anything other than colors and vague shapes, but the joke was amusing.

His attention was shifted away from Golden Cheese to Dark Cacao, who gave him a slight bow, taking his hand. “It is good to see you again, my friend. Are you doing well?”

He started to answer with a simple affirmative, but hesitated. His headache was returning, and his legs still felt like they could give out underneath him at any moment. A shiver jolted through his body. There was no point in attempting to hide his exhausted state any longer. Hollyberry already knew anyway. With a small smile, he quietly admitted, “I've been better. I'm a bit tired at the moment.”

“I was thinking we could return back to the Vanilla Castle so he could rest up a bit!” Hollyberry suggested. “Once Lily gets here, of course.”

“That's really not necessary,” he protested. “The fresh air is helping quite a bit!” It was true. Focusing on the steady inhale and exhale of his own breathing, as well as the calming sounds of the park around him, was helping the pain in his head. Only a bit, but it was still better than it getting worse.

Dark Cacao hummed. “Fresh air is not a substitute for rest, as I'm sure you are aware. It will not be an issue if we must return to your castle.”

“I haven't been in the castle for a long time, I would love to see it again.” A very familiar voice came from behind him.

He spun around as quickly as he could without collapsing, jumping forward to wrap the latest arrival in a hug. “White Lily! I'm glad you're here!”

She giggled, squeezing him gently. “Greetings, Vani. I missed you. It's very nice to see you again.” He could feel her head shifting as she must have been looking up at the others. “Hello, everyone.”

There was a chorus of greetings from the rest of the group. They also seemed pleased to see White Lily, which was a relief. There had been a long while where he wasn't sure their group would ever fully get along again.

He shivered as White Lily released him from her embrace, bringing his hands up to rub his upper arms. The exhaustion his friends had been commenting on was quickly settling into his body. His head was spinning again.

“Are you sure you are feeling well, Pure Vanilla?” Dark Cacao asked, dropping a hand down to rest against the smaller cookie's back. “You have been shaking the entire time.”

Pure Vanilla gave a small smile, “Ah, yes. Just tired. And it is a bit chilly today.”

There was a hum from Dark Cacao. He didn't seem convinced, but to Pure Vanilla's relief, he didn't press further. In fact, he slipped off his own cloak, dropping it over the healer.

Laughing, Pure Vanilla pulled the cloak tight around his own shoulders. Thankfully it did its job and eased the shivers. “Thank you, my friend.”

“Of course. You will let us know if you begin to feel more unwell, correct?”

Pure Vanilla fidgeted with the fluff of the cloak, using it to distract himself from the feeling of his friend's eyes on him. “I feel alright. Just tired and cold.”

“Perhaps we should get going on our return to the castle then!” Golden Cheese exclaimed, coming to land right next to him. “Personally, I wouldn't argue with a warmer environment myself. No offense, Vani, but your kingdom is freezing in comparison to mine.”

He laughed, hiding his face with his hands. “None taken. But really, I promise I'm okay! I just—” His head snapped up as a cry came from the other side of the park. Turning his staff, he was able to get a good look at the scene. A young dough was on the ground, clutching her leg. Jam was covering the crack, which was quickly spreading.

Startled, Pure Vanilla bolted over, discarding the cloak and dropping to his knees in front of the child. “Hey, hey! You're going to be alright!” He held a hand over her injured leg, smiling gently. “Just give it a moment.”

The girl sniffled, staring at him with wide eyes. “M-mister Pure Vanilla?”

“Yes,” he replied, voice soft. “I'm here to help. Your leg will be better in no time.” He closed his eyes, focusing back on his healing magic. The wound mended itself, but he was left feeling strangely dizzy, despite his current position on the ground. Taking a few breaths, he tried to rid himself of the disorientation. Unfortunately, it clung to him like sludge.

“Thank you, Mister Pure Vanilla!” The girl flung her arms around him, hugging him tightly. She then ran back to a group of other children.

Slowly, he returned to his feet. As soon as he stood, the world tilted around him, and his legs nearly gave out for the second time that day. Stumbling, he had to press a hand on a nearby tree to keep himself from collapsing back to the ground.

“Are you good there, Vani?” Golden Cheese nudged her elbow against his side. When had she joined him?

Humming softly, he nodded, the motion making his head spin.

She came around to face him, gripping his shoulders. “You look like you're about to pass out.” She slipped her arm under his own, slowly lowering him onto a bench. “Let's relax for a moment.”

Pure Vanilla was dimly aware of someone, or, possibly multiple someones, asking him if he felt okay. He tried to answer, but the only thing that came out was a strangled whine. This didn't seem to help his case. He kept his head lowered, barely listening to the voices around him. Shivers had begun wracking his body again, even though he pulled Dark Cacao’s cloak tighter around his shoulders. Hadn't he dropped it? When did he get it back?

A hand began rubbing his back, drawing him back to reality. He still couldn't quite understand everything they were saying, but he did hear an exclamation about how warm he was. Slowly, things began connecting. A fever. He was running a fever. A nasty one, given his current state. That alone was odd. Usually his healing magic would ease the worst of the symptoms….

Something cold pressed to his forehead and the cloak was pulled off his shoulders. He flinched, the shivering growing even worse. There was a gentle murmur, clearly trying to comfort him.

“Can you hear me, Vani?”

Still trembling, he croaked out a weak, “...Lily?”

“There you are.” A hand brushed his cheek. “Holly is going to carry you, okay? We really need to get you back to the castle.”

He couldn't argue. He wouldn't have if he could. Still, he allowed himself to be lifted up into strong arms. His face pressed against her shoulder, legs dangling a bit. Gentle, comforting circles were being rubbed against his back.

The journey simultaneously seemed to take forever and no time at all. Any scrap of brain power he had kept throughout the day had vanished. He was left as a shivering mess in his friend's arms. The entire world seemed to be spinning and warping around him. He allowed himself to slip into a dozing state, not fully asleep, but certainly not alert.

After an undetermined amount of time, he was gently lowered onto something soft and pleasantly warm. There was the murmur of several voices around him. Cold hands were pressed to his face, followed by more frantic words that he couldn't make out. He tried to assure them he was alright, but his mouth wouldn't cooperate. All he could do was slip into unconsciousness and hope he would wake up feeling better.

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Of all the things Shadow Milk had expected to happen today, finding out his boyfriend— who had been perfectly healthy the last time they talked that morning— had passed out due to a high fever in the middle of a park, was not on his list. As soon as he saw the unconscious form of Pure Vanilla in Hollyberry's arms, he refused to leave their side. 

He scrambled over the bed as soon as they placed him down. His hands cupped Pure Vanilla's face, grimacing at the heat. The healer was flushed and shivering, whining in his unconscious state. 

Shadow Milk snapped his head around to the four other cookies, who were anxiously talking amongst themselves. “What happened? He was fine this morning.”

The treasure loving one— Golden Cheese, he thought— folded her arms over her chest, staring down at the sick cookie. “I don't know. He was acting odd since we first saw him, but he brushed it off as just exhaustion.” 

“He wasn't feverish at all when we met in the market,” Hollyberry added, frowning. “Although he did mention having a headache. I had him eat a bit before we left for the park. He seemed to perk up after that… I thought.”

White Lily joined the couple on the bed, which caused Shadow Milk to prickle instinctively. But he let her brush hair away from Pure Vanilla's face. “I don't think he felt hot when he hugged me either, which was only a few minutes before he collapsed. That doesn't make any sense. There's no logical explanation for how his temperature spiked out of nowhere.”

“I did notice him shivering,” offered the final cookie, Dark Cacao. “I gave him my cloak.”

Hollyberry nodded. “You did. I remember that now.”

They continued discussing the sudden onset of Pure Vanilla's illness. Shadow Milk half listened, but most of his attention was focused on the cookie himself. He was still in his daily robes. With a quick snap of his fingers, the robes were replaced with clean sleep clothes. They were short sleeved, as Shadow Milk didn't want his fever to rise any more.

All attention was suddenly turned to him. Shadow Milk blinked, staring right back at the group. Dark Cacao especially looked annoyed, glancing between the jester and Pure Vanilla.

“What?” Shadow Milk snapped. “You idiots didn't think you were gonna just leave him in those dirty clothes, did you? That's unhygienic. Not to mention those aren't the most comfortable clothes to sleep in.” 

He turned away from the other cookies, pulling back the sheets on the bed and removing the heavy comforter, leaving the simple over sheet. He then tucked the sheet over Pure Vanilla, pulling it up to his shoulders. The healer mumbled something, shifting under the covers. Shadow Milk brushed a hand over Pure Vanilla's forehead. He would have kissed the fever hot dough as well, but he was very aware of the current audience.

Glancing back at them, hand still resting on his boyfriend's forehead, he gestured vaguely at the group. “Are you gonna just stand there or are you gonna make yourselves useful? He needs medicine or something.”

The ancients talked amongst themselves for a moment, then Hollyberry turned back to him. “You'll be okay to stay with him for a bit, right? We're going to go look for something to ease his fever.”

He stared at her. What sort of question was that? Was she seriously asking if he would be willing to stay with his sick boyfriend? “Of course I am,” he snarled, curling up next to Pure Vanilla, narrowing his eyes at the group.

They exchanged looks, clearly put off by his aggression. But they didn't say anything, just left the room one by one. 

Shadow Milk sighed, turning on his side to face Pure Vanilla, rubbing a hand on his boyfriend's chest. He wasn't going to leave.

……

The room felt unbearably stuffy and claustrophobic. If one more cookie bolted in, only to leave again, Shadow Milk wasn't sure what he would do. He had to continuously remind himself that they were just worried. They were trying to help Pure Vanilla.

Pure Vanilla.

The jester returned his attention back to the cookie beside him. Feverish heat was still radiating off the former king. He was thrashing about in the bed, letting out whines of discomfort. Sweat coated his dough, a sign of the multiple fever breaks he had gone through, only for his temperature to spike again. If he was a mortal cookie, he would certainly be on the verge of crumbling.

The thought sent a twist through Shadow Milk's stomach. He picked up the damp washcloth from the bucket of cold water he had placed beside the bed, gently pressing the cloth against his boyfriend's head and chest.

Pure Vanilla groaned at the sensation, shifting so his head was half buried in the pillows. Shivers were wracking the poor ancient’s body. 

“I'm sorry,” Shadow Milk mumbled, only loud enough for the cookie beside him to hear. “But you're practically baking, Nilly. You can't have another blanket.” He knew that even if the blond could hear him, he certainly wouldn't understand the words in his state. That didn't stop Shadow Milk from talking to him anyway.

The door creaked open, causing him to glare up at the offender. It was Hollyberry. She was holding a box of what he could only assume was medicine. The other three ancients scrambled in behind her, chattering amongst themselves. As much as he distrusted them, he had to admit he was grateful they were helping to care for his sick other half.

“How's his temperature?” White Lily asked, joining Shadow Milk on the side of the bed, brushing a hand over Pure Vanilla's hair.

“Not good. He's still way too hot for comfort.” Wringing out the cloth and soaking it again, he returned to pressing it to Pure Vanilla's forehead. “Have you found anything to help any more?”

She handed him a vial of liquid. “Try giving him a bit of this. It should help his fever and any pain he's feeling. Until he wakes up enough and is able to tell us what's bothering him, we really can't figure out what exactly he has. All we can do is treat the obvious symptoms.”

Well, yes. That was a given. Using a small syringe, the Beast pulled out a dose of the medicine, tapping the end against the inside of the vial so he wouldn't drip it all over the bed. He shifted closer to the ailing healer, tilting his face away from the pillow and gently pulling him upright. He received a whine, which he quietly shushed. “I know, I know. Just sit up for a minute. This will help you feel better.” Slowly, he pushed the medicine down Pure Vanilla's throat, making sure he swallowed and didn't choke. Once he was sure the dose had been given, he handed the syringe back to White Lily.

Shadow Milk slipped into the covers beside Pure Vanilla, sliding his arms around the feverish cookie. He nuzzled against him, before explaining to the surely confused White Lily. “My dough is cold. Hopefully it'll help cool him down a bit.” There was also the added bonus of being able to feel the rise and fall of his boyfriend's chest. A confirmation that he was still alive.

There was a huff from the corner of the room. Dark Cacao. “You aren't going to hurt him, correct?”

Scowling, Shadow Milk shifted so that Pure Vanilla's face was pressed against his own chest. “Why would I hurt him? You aren't suggesting this is my fault, are you?”

Silence.

If he wasn't currently holding tightly to the most important cookie in the world, Shadow Milk would have put on a great performance of intimidation for the frustratingly bitter cookie. Honestly, he didn't know what Pure Vanilla saw in the guy. Instead, he was left to fight with his words. Something he prided himself in being rather good at. With a dramatic sigh, he began tracing a hand over Pure Vanilla's hair. “Why, pray tell, would I decide to do this to him? It's not my style. And if I had made him sick, why would I shove medicine down his throat?” Snapping his fingers, he chuckled. “It's a matter of logic, bitter brows.”

“Do not call me that. I am simply making sure my friend is safe and—”

“And I am simply taking care of my horribly sick boyfriend,” he retorted with a grin. “Now, I think Nilly here could use some decent rest, don't you? Perhaps a quiet room is in order?”

Dark Cacao started forward, only to be stopped by White Lily. She sighed. “We can leave for a bit. You'll come get us if he gets worse, right?”

“Sure thing. The only thing I'm planning on is helping him get better. No horrible tricks. You can relax.” He waved his hand around.

There was a quiet mumble from Dark Cacao about trusting the Beast of Deceit, but the group left regardless. Each of them wished Pure Vanilla good health, even though the sick cookie couldn't hear them.

Once he was sure they were gone, Shadow Milk turned over and held on to Pure Vanilla. He didn't want to think about what could happen if he let go.

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White Lily paced back and forth, muttering under her breath. It didn't make sense. She hated not knowing what was wrong with her friend. She turned back to face the others, who were all mingling around the closed door of Pure Vanilla's bedroom. Shadow Milk had asked them to leave, but none of them wanted to stray too far.

“Surely one of us should stay, right?” Golden Cheese asked, eyeing the door.

“I agree. I am still… worried for Pure Vanilla. For multiple reasons….” Dark Cacao was frowning. “I do not understand why he insists on keeping the Beast in his kingdom….”

Hollyberry grimaced. “We all know Vani and his bleeding heart, of course. But if he genuinely sees something good in Shadow Milk Cookie, we should at least give them both a chance.”

“I can try to go in…” White Lily offered. “I've got a bit of experience with healing magic as well, after all. And… I do have the Guardian's power.”

There was a chorus of muttered agreement among the others.

“Good luck,” Hollyberry said, giving White Lily a thumbs up. “Just come get us if anything goes… wrong…”

With a nod, White Lily turned back to the door as the rest of the group continued talking amongst themselves. She wasn't entirely sure what she was expecting to see upon re-entering the room, but she was presently surprised. Shadow Milk was lying across Pure Vanilla's chest, facing away from the door. The Beast looked surprisingly docile at the moment. In fact, he was gently playing with Pure Vanilla's hair, speaking to him in a soft voice. It was so unlike any other side of him she had ever seen.

She let the door slip shut behind her, muffling the sound as much as she could. Unfortunately, Shadow Milk's ears twitched anyway, and he shot up, turning around to glare at her.

“What are you doing here? I thought you and your little friends were gonna let Nilly rest.”

“We are,” she replied, holding up her hands in a gesture of peace. “But we also thought it might be a good idea to have two people in the room with him at a time. So he's never left alone if someone needs to get something.”

Shadow Milk's eyes narrowed in thought. He flexed his fingers, tilting his head to the side. “I guess that makes sense. Just don't be annoying.” He flopped back to his earlier position next to Pure Vanilla.

The patient himself was curled in a ball under the blanket, snoring softly. He shifted closer to Shadow Milk as soon as the Beast lay down beside him. Shadow Milk's expression softened as he traced a finger along the outline of Pure Vanilla's forehead mark.

White Lily settled into a nearby chair, the one Pure Vanilla often sat in to write his letters. She felt a bit better seeing how gentle her friend was being treated by his… interesting choice for a partner. But still…

Pursing her lips, she managed to spit out the question that had been plaguing her mind, as well as her friends’. “Shadow Milk Cookie. Do you really love Pure Vanilla? Or is it another one of your tricks?” Her grip tightened on her staff. “Because we will not hesitate to protect Pure Vanilla, if the need arises.”

The jester scoffed, rolling over on the bed to face her.. “Getting right to the point, are we? How kind of you.” He waved his hand around, rolling his eyes. “Yes. I truly care for him. I'm not gonna steal his Souljam.” He gave a wicked grin. “He gives it voluntarily now~”

There was a whine from the bed, which drew them out of their conversation. Pure Vanilla was shifting under the blankets, mumbling softly.

Shadow Milk returned his attention to the sick cookie, petting Pure Vanilla's hair. “You're alright, my silly Vanilly. It's a dream.”

Unfortunately, it seemed his words didn't reach the unconscious healer. In fact, they appeared to have the opposite effect. Pure Vanilla began to cry, trying desperately to free himself from the blanket.

“Hey, hey!” Shadow Milk’s voice rose an octave, his gentle touches growing more insistent. “Shh. You're alright! C'mon, just wake up. It's a dream.”

There was no response from the blond, who just continued to whine and thrash about.

Shadow Milk’s hair was twisting around him as he shook Pure Vanilla's shoulders. His voice grew more desperate. “Nilly! C'mon! Wake up! I know you can wake up! It's a dream! Please wake up.”

Pure Vanilla whined again, curling in on himself. He finally mumbled something audible. “Please… Lily…”

Startled, she shared a look with the Beast. He looked hesitant, but when Pure Vanilla let out another weak cry, he shifted so she could join them on the bed.

Settling in on the free side of the bed, White Lily leaned over her sick friend, placing a hand on his forehead. “Oh, he's absolutely burning up. It must be a fever dream. Could you get a new cloth for his forehead, Shadow Milk?”

The jester compiled without protest, clearly willing to do anything to ease Pure Vanilla's pain. He wrung the cloth out before pressing it to the healer’s flushed face, dabbing all over his cheeks and forehead. “C'mon, Nilla. You can snap out of it.”

“Lily…” He repeated her name, rocking his head back and forth on the pillow. “Please.”

“I'm here, Vani. Shh. You're going to be alright.” Taking the cloth from Shadow Milk, she placed it across his forehead. “What can I do for you, sweetheart?” The nickname slipped out without a second thought. She nervously glanced at Shadow Milk, but the other cookie was intently focused on petting Pure Vanilla's hair.

“Please come back, Lily. I'm sorry.”

Both of them froze. White Lily exchanged yet another look with Shadow Milk, who wore an expression of confusion and frustration. He didn't appear to be trying to keep up his comedic persona.

Leaning back over, she placed a hand on Pure Vanilla's cheek. “I didn't leave. I'm still here. You're just dreaming.”

The words didn't appear to pierce the feverish cloud around his mind. Instead he continued with his cries, beginning to shift about again. He mumbled a broken, “Don't go… please, I'll help you this time. Let me help you.” He had completely tossed off the blanket now, curled up on his side.

“Nilla, sunshine,” Shadow Milk nuzzled against Pure Vanilla's side. “Please wake up.”

Pure Vanilla suddenly sat bolt upright, nearly slamming his head into White Lily’s and causing Shadow Milk to nearly fall off the bed. Pure Vanilla immediately grabbed hold of White Lily, clinging to her arm like his life depended on it. His eyes were wide and even hazier than usual.

White Lily slowly reached out, slipping her hands into his. His dough was so hot. “Hey, Vani. Breathe for me. In and out.”

He was writhing on the bed, frantic gasps only being paused for sobs and coughs. If he heard her, he didn't show it.

“Pure Vanilla. Breathe.” She pressed a hand to his chest, rubbing circles against the fabric of his sleep shirt.

Shadow Milk shifted so that Pure Vanilla was in his lap, he ran his hands along the healer’s bare arms. Slowly, Pure Vanilla began taking in steadier breaths, fidgeting with Shadow Milk's sleeves.

“Hey,” White Lily cupped his face in her hand. “Listen to me. I'm here. I'm okay.” She held out her free hand. “I’m real, your dream wasn't.”

Pure Vanilla's head tilted to the side as he hesitantly took her hand, his face flushed from both the fever and the sobbing. He slumped back in Shadow Milk's arms, but didn't let go of her hand. “What…? A dream?”

“That's right.” She stroked a thumb against his cheek, smiling a bit when he leaned into the touch. “Would you like some water? You're probably thirsty.”

He blinked slowly, still looking dazed. “Um. Yes?” He coughed, muffling it with his hand. “Yeah…”

“Alright. I'll be right back, okay? Shadow Milk will stay with you.” She gently freed her hand from his grip, slipping off the bed.

Stepping outside, she glanced around, immediately noticing the absence of the other ancients. They must have found something else to do. The trip to the kitchen didn't take long. Despite having been reorganized several times, due to Shadow Milk's antics, the castle was similar to how she remembered. Similar enough to wear she didn't get horribly lost, at least. She filled up a mug with water, opting not to put ice in it, even though he usually liked it cold. She didn't want to irritate his throat any more than it already was.

She was greeted by a few members of staff, which she gave simple replies to. She was a bit surprised that they had already forgiven her, but, then again, they had Pure Vanilla for a king. Or, former king. He had technically abdicated the title, but he still kept up with most of the duties. He must be working himself to the bone, if I know him well enough. No wonder this has hit him so hard. He's probably already exhausted.

This thought had her moving even faster, and soon enough, she was back at the doors to Pure Vanilla's bedroom. She opened them quietly, slipping inside, careful to not spill any of the water. Upon her entrance, she found her sick friend still in Shadow Milk's arms. The Beast was petting his hair and speaking in a voice quiet enough that she couldn't hear. Pure Vanilla looked as though he was about to fall asleep again, his fingers lazily tracing on Shadow Milk's arm.

Clearing her throat, she came over to the bed, holding out the mug. Pure Vanilla sat up, with some help from Shadow Milk, and started to take it. However, White Lily changed her mind about letting him hold it when she noticed how shaky his hands were.

“I'll help you hold it, Vani. I don't want you to spill it all over yourself.”

He scrubbed at his eyes, nodding slowly. Then he placed his hands over hers, pulling the mug up to his lips. He took a few small sips, which quickly turned into gulps. After draining the mug, he pulled away, gasping. “Thank… you…”

“Of course.” She brushed a strand of hair away from his face, checking his temperature at the same time. “Are you willing to take some more medicine before you go back to sleep? You're still running a high fever.”

Eyelids fluttering, he sank back against Shadow Milk. “M’kay.”

White Lily grabbed the bottle of medicine she had left on the bedside table. After filling the syringe, she turned back to Pure Vanilla. “Can you sit back up? I don't want you to choke.”

He complied without protest, although his arms shook as he pushed himself up. Shadow Milk slipped his hands around Pure Vanilla's chest, resting his chin on the healer's shoulder.

Pure Vanilla took the medicine, grimacing at the taste. He began to cough, pulling his knees up to his chest and curling up in Shadow Milk's arms. He blinked slowly, head slipping to the side, as he seemingly gave up trying to support it.

Returning the syringe to its place on the table, White Lily patted Pure Vanilla's shoulder. “There you go. Get some rest, Vani. I'll go check on the others and—”

He let out a whine, holding out his hands. “No… please don't leave…” Tears were already forming in the corners of his eyes as he shifted in Shadow Milk's hold. “Stay. Please.”

Shadow Milk began rocking him side to side, trying to soothe the sick cookie. “She's gotta take care of other things, Nills.” He kissed Pure Vanilla's cheek. “You're so clingy.”

“But… but I don't want you to leave,” the healer mumbled, tears starting a steady trail down his face. His eyes scanned her, even though he couldn't see much more than a blur, she knew. “Don't leave…” he repeated, still holding out his hand.

She shared another look with Shadow Milk, who shrugged. The jester looked slightly annoyed, but the eyes in his hair— which Pure Vanilla had mentioned showed his true emotions— were displaying concern and a few seemed to be pleading with her as well. It was strange, but she didn't know what she expected from Shadow Milk Cookie himself.

With a soft laugh, she took Pure Vanilla's outstretched hand, settling onto the side of the bed Shadow Milk wasn't currently occupying. Pure Vanilla relaxed at the gesture, cuddling closer to Shadow Milk, making sure to keep a firm hold on White Lily's hand.

Before long, the silence of the room was broken only by gentle snores.

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When Pure Vanilla woke up, he was lying in bed. A thin sheet and simple sleep clothes were the only thing shielding him from the cold air. He shivered, trying to pull the blanket tighter around him. He frowned when it seemed to be stuck on something. Something rather heavy. A whine escaped his throat, causing him to wince. The feeling of his whole body hurting hit him like a brick.

“Morning, sleeping beauty.” A finger traced along Pure Vanilla's nose. “That was a pretty good nap you took there. How ya feeling?”

How was he feeling? He must be running a fever, as he simultaneously felt too hot and too cold. His limbs felt far too heavy. His head was pounding. He wanted to go back to sleep.

“So, not great then?”

“Did I say that out loud?” His voice came out weak, cracking on the last word. He coughed, trying to clear his throat. Unfortunately, he just ended up in a full blown coughing fit instead.

Shadow Milk's hand cupped his cheek, the coolness of his dough causing Pure Vanilla to shiver again. Or had he ever stopped? The throbbing ache in his head had him curl in on himself with another whine. 

Before he could even attempt to fall back asleep, there was the sound of the door creaking open. Hushed murmurs filled the room as a group of cookies entered. In his fever addled brain, he managed to connect the dots and realize the group must be his friends.

“How's he doing?” That was White Lily. She sounded so concerned, it made him feel even worse, if that was possible.

“Well, he just woke up. And was talking to me a bit. Said he's not feeling great, no surprise there.” Shadow Milk gently rubbed his back. “Do you wanna interrogate him now?”

That did not sound fun. Not that anything did, at the moment. Really all he wanted to do was remain cuddled up next to his partner. Unfortunately, Shadow Milk himself betrayed him by gently tugging Pure Vanilla upright into a seated position. At least the jester allowed him to remain slumped against his chest.

He felt a hand press to his forehead, then his cheek. “Hmm. Still warmer than I'd like. How do you feel, Vani?”

Pure Vanilla mumbled something, trying to snuggle closer to Shadow Milk. He was so cold. A side effect of the fever, he knew. Logically, he knew that covering himself in blankets would result in overheating, but the idea was so tempting.

Shadow Milk rubbed his shoulders. “C'mon, ‘Nills. You've gotta give us some actual symptoms you're experiencing. That way we can help you.”

That made sense, he supposed. It didn't make the idea of speaking any easier though. He swallowed hard, trying his best to analyze his own health. “Mmm… cold. And hot. Feverish, I think.” He squinted. “My head hurts. Well, everything hurts. Uh… I'm tired. Really tired.” He sniffled, rubbing at his nose. 

“Alright,” White Lily shuffled around the bed, sitting on his other side. “Do you have any idea why your magic isn't helping more with this? Are you refraining from healing yourself?”

“I don't think so?” He tilted his head. “It's, like… far away.”

Shadow Milk snorted. “What? What do you mean?”

He started to answer, but was cut off by a sneeze. And then another. And another. Until he practically felt light headed, despite the steady hold of his partner. The sneezing fit ended with him wheezing and clinging to Shadow Milk to keep himself upright. His head was spinning.

“Breathe, ‘Nill!” The jester exclaimed, rubbing his back.

White Lily handed him a napkin, which he accepted, blowing his nose. It was quickly swiped away as soon as he was done, and he assumed Shadow Milk had sent it somewhere into the Other Realm. Still wheezing softly, he hid his face against Shadow Milk's shoulder.

“Vani, I know you're tired, but what did you mean by your magic ‘felt far away?’” White Lily asked as she pressed the back of her hand to his cheek, stroking it gently.

Head dipping forward, he shrugged. His train of thought had been completely wiped from his memory. Sleep was becoming harder and harder to fight off. It was clear they wanted more out of him, but he wasn't sure he could give it. Letting out another whine, he shook his head, forehead brushing against the fabric of Shadow Milk's sleep shirt. 

Arms wrapped around his body, slowly lowering him back down against the pillows. He was dimly aware of someone asking him to open his mouth. He complied, grimacing when the familiar feeling of medicine hit his tongue. The only good thing that came from being this sick, was that he couldn't taste the medicine at all.

The next few hours were spent in a drift between sleep and a half conscious state. Occasionally he would grow dimly aware of someone checking his temperature and a new cool washcloth being pressed onto his forehead, but he never fully escaped the clutch of exhaustion.

To his disappointment, he was woken up from the first genuine sleep he had been able to snatch by a major coughing fit. He sat bolt upright in the bed, covering his mouth with his arm. The coughs rattled in his chest, making his throat hurt as well. Finally he could breathe again, but only through painful gasps. Tears stung his eyes, and he quickly swiped them away.

He shifted under the covers, then found a familiar form curled up next to him. Shadow Milk. Immediately, he felt a rush of relief. He didn't want to be alone. Rolling over, he cuddled up next to his partner. The coolness of Shadow Milk's dough felt amazing against his own.

Shadow Milk hummed, a sleepy noise that confirmed the Beast certainly wasn't awake. Even in his sleep, his partner draped an arm around his shoulders. 

It was the quickest he had fallen asleep in weeks.

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Shadow Milk's arm was asleep. It was driving him crazy, but he didn't dare disturb the cookie currently sleeping on top of it. For the first time in days, Pure Vanilla actually looked somewhat peaceful. His fever had dropped during his sleep, and thankfully, hadn't immediately shot back up. The extreme flush on his face had eased into a slight pink. 

There was a mumble from Pure Vanilla, who tugged on the blanket that had been haphazardly kicked around during his sleep. He then stretched out his arms, letting out a dramatic yawn. Then he shifted his head to the side.

Noticing the gaze on him, Shadow Milk reached out to pet his boyfriend's hair. “Good morning, ‘Nilly. How're you feeling?”

Pure Vanilla blinked slowly, rolling over so he was cuddled up against Shadow Milk's chest. He didn't say anything, but he did grab one of Shadow Milk's hands and press it to his own forehead. The question was clear.

“Your fever broke during the night.” He gestured at the healer’s sweat soaked clothes as further proof. “You might want to change your clothes, actually.”

Groaning, Pure Vanilla pushed himself upright, head tilting to the side. “Suppose I should… go ‘head and do that….” He looked so much like a dejected lamb, Shadow Milk couldn't help but snicker, earning himself a scathing glare. “Don't laugh at me. I still feel terrible.” 

“Awh, my poor vanilla bean…” Shadow Milk cupped his boyfriend's cheek, resting his own forehead against Pure Vanilla's. “You look so pitiful. You really should get out of those gross clothes though.”

Pure Vanilla slumped forward into Shadow Milk's arms. “I know. I know.” He scrubbed at his nose, eyes slipping closed again.

“Nuh uh! Open those eyes, sunshine!” With a dramatic flourish, Shadow Milk had shifted Pure Vanilla so his legs were dangling over the side of the bed. He kept his arms wrapped around his boyfriend's torso. “C'mon. You're taking a bath.”

“That… that does sound nice…” Pure Vanilla rested his head on Shadow Milk's shoulder. “Just give me a moment.”

Nodding, Shadow Milk moved one of his hands up to play with Pure Vanilla's hair. It hadn't been combed in days. He would have to deal with that after the bath. Pressing a kiss to Pure Vanilla's forehead, Shadow Milk pulled away, taking the healer’s hands in his own. 

With a sigh, Pure Vanilla slowly stood up, legs shaking a bit as he made his way to the bathroom. Shadow Milk stayed right at his side, making sure he was safely seated on the side of the tub before returning to the room to grab fresh clothes. It was something simple and comfortable. 

Setting the clothes on the counter, Shadow Milk knelt by the tub and turned on the tap, making sure the water was warm, but not hot. Once the temperature was to his satisfaction, he left it to run, turning his attention back to his sick boyfriend. Pure Vanilla was dozing slightly, head tilting to the side.

He lightly patted Pure Vanilla's jaw, grinning when he was met with half-lidded eyes. “Hey there. Lets get those dirty clothes off you, ‘Nills!”

“M'kay…” Pure Vanilla began tugging at his shirt, nearly tipping back into the half full tub as he tried to slip his arm through his sleeve.

Snickering, Shadow Milk wrapped an arm around Pure Vanilla's waist. “Easy there. I've gotcha.” He easily slipped the shirt over the other cookie’s head, tossing it aside, then he slipped off the shorts before helping Pure Vanilla into the tub.

“Mmm… it's warm!”

“Of course! I wouldn't force my poor, sick other half to suffer through a cold bath!” Shadow Milk began taking handfuls of water and dumping them over Pure Vanilla's back. “Do you want me to clean you?”

Tilting his head, Pure Vanilla shrugged. “I can clean my body, if you can deal with my hair.”

Snapping his fingers, Shadow Milk changed himself into swim clothes before sitting on the edge of the tub. He pulled a cup out of a small portal and filled it, beginning to pour the water over Pure Vanilla's long hair. He made sure to avoid getting the water in the former king’s face. Once he was satisfied that the golden hair was sufficiently soaked, he started lathering shampoo into it. He kept the motions slow and gentle, not wanting to accidentally tug on any sensitive strands. 

It didn't appear he had to worry. Pure Vanilla seemed entirely relaxed, head tilting to the side as he lazily rubbed soap against his dough. Eventually, once he had cleaned his body, the healer sank back against Shadow Milk's leg, eyes drifting closed.

A gentle smile twitched at Shadow Milk's lips. One only this cookie himself was allowed to see. He continued rubbing the shampoo in his boyfriend's hair, making sure to coat every inch. Then he returned to pouring water over the hair, murmuring sickly sweet words to Pure Vanilla, who was slipping closer and closer to sleep.

“C'mon, ‘Nilla,” he gently rubbed a hand over Pure Vanilla's exposed chest as he pulled out the drain stopper. “Let's get you dried off and dressed. Then you can go back to bed.”

Pure Vanilla complied without too much complaint, although he had begun to shiver. He actually giggled a bit when Shadow Milk tousled his hair with the towel. As soon as he was dry, Shadow Milk handed him the sweater and sleep shorts he had picked out.

“Now that you're not absolutely burning up, you're allowed to wear cosy sweaters,” he informed his boyfriend, who was pulling on the shorts. 

“Good. ‘m so cold.” Pure Vanilla took the sweater, then paused. “Wait… I'm cold…” He glanced up at Shadow Milk, frowning. “I might be feverish again…”

Leaning forward, Shadow Milk pressed his palm to Pure Vanilla's forehead. His dough was warm, but not terribly hot, like it had been. “Maybe a slight one. But you also just got out of a warm bath. Of course you're gonna feel cold.” When the healer remained hesitant, Shadow Milk rolled his eyes and grabbed the sweater, pulling it over his boyfriend's head. “I'll take it off if you get worse. Relax.”

Pure Vanilla was avoiding his eyes now, fidgeting with the long sleeves. He sniffled, but it wasn't just from his runny nose. Tears were starting to trail down his face.

“Hey, hey!” Shadow Milk wrapped an arm around the sick cookie, shaking him gently. “Whoa there! What's the matter?” He placed his free hand on Pure Vanilla's cheek, turning his face so he could study it. 

Letting out a strangled sob, Pure Vanilla hid his face in his hands. “‘m sorry!” He mumbled, shaking. “Sorry… it—it’s so stupid….”

Shadow Milk slowly pulled him upright, guiding him toward the bed. “Shut up. It's not stupid, whatever it is.” 

As soon as they made it to the bed, he grabbed the discarded blanket, draping it over Pure Vanilla's shoulders. The healer was still crying softly, slumping against the pillows. Shadow Milk quickly swapped his swimwear for his own soft sleep clothes before crawling onto the bed beside his boyfriend. Cupping Pure Vanilla's face, he pressed a kiss to the star on his forehead. 

“I—I’m s-sorry,” Pure Vanilla stammered, taking in shaky breaths.

Shadow Milk shook his head, nuzzling his cheek against Pure Vanilla's. “I said shut up. Stop apologizing.”

“But… you shouldn't have to keep taking care of me…” Pure Vanilla mumbled, digging his fingers into Shadow Milk's shirt. “‘m not supposed to get sick like this—” 

“Hush.” Shadow Milk peppered kisses to Pure Vanilla's face, pulling him into a tight hug and leaning back into the pillows. “You're exhausted. Relax.”

There were a few more mumbles, none of which were coherent. Pure Vanilla sank into the embrace, wrapping his arms around Shadow Milk. He was definitely getting warmer again, which was cause for some concern. But he would deal with that later. For now, he held Pure Vanilla, rocking him gently, and whispering quiet words against his hair.

At long last, they both fell asleep.