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Guardian woke up to the floor meeting his face, he just laid on the ground for a few seconds before he finally sat up, glancing at the window, the sun wasn't even up yet. He sighed, collapsing back onto his bed, his head hurt and he felt nauseous. He was grateful that no one else would be awake for another few hours, just by the fact the sun wasn't even rising yet. Guardian tried to sleep for a few hours but only after less than 30 minutes he woke up due to having a surprisingly scary dream.
"God, what the actual hell was that..." He muttered trying to fall back asleep.
The rest of the night was just Guardian waking up due to different reasons before the nausea got to the point he might actually throw up. He stared up at the ceiling, the pain in his head not getting any better.
Tinky looked around, Guardian was missing.
"Have anyone seen Guardian?" Tinky asked.
"No, I haven't seen him since last night..." Po sighed. Tinky looked over to Guardian's room.
"I'll be back..." He said, walking to Guardian's room. He knocked on the door, silence.
"Guardian, is everything okay?" Tinky sighed, he opened the door slowly, his eyes adjusting to the darkness of the room. Guardian laid in his bed, his fur messy, and his blankets laid on the floor. Tinky walked over, putting the back of his hand on the white teletubbie's forehead, he was warm. Guardian stirred awake, his eyes bloodshot. Tinky helped Guardian sit up, he noticed how Guardian closed his eyes.
"Is everything okay?" He asked. Guardian shook his head slowly.
"I... Don't feel good, I couldn't sleep at all..." Guardian muttered. Tinky hugged the white teletubby, who leaned into the purple teletubby. The two stayed there for a few moments, before Tinky let go.
"Stay here, I'll be right back." He said. As Tinky walked out of the room, he noticed Po who stud there.
"So, why is Guardian not leaving his room?" Po asked.
"He's sick Po, well, I think he is." Tinky replied. He walked to where they kept the medical supplies, grabbing the thermometer. As he walked back to Guardian's room, his mind wondered a bit, how did Guardian get sick in the first place, he didn't leave the house yesterday, noor did anyone really. As Tinky came into Guardian's room, Tinky saw him laying on the bed, half alive. Guardian gave Tinky a glance before sighing, seeing the thermometer.
"Hey, be lucky this one doesn't need to be shoved down your throat." Tinky said jokingly.
"Shut up, can't you ever stop bringing it up, you know I didn't mean to do that..." Guardian sighed. Tinky put the thermometer to Guardian's head, waiting a few seconds before the small screen turned red, showing the numbers.
"Jesus..." Tinky muttered. It read 102.5, Guardian was definitely sick.
"So, how bad is it?" Guardian asked.
"Uh, 102.5." Tinky said.
"No wonder why I feel dead..." Guardian whined. Tinky sighed.
"You won't noor wouldn't die, stop being dramatic." Guardian rolled his eyes.
A few hours passed, they were filled with Tinky and Guardian just existing. Guardian was asleep, when jolted awake, his eyes snapping open. Tinky glanced over to the white teletubby, who was leaned over. Guardian went into a gagging fit, soon vomiting as bile hit the bed. Guardian let out a choked sob as be retched again, Tinky rubbing the sick teletubbie's back. After another minute, Guardian was left dry heaving, broken and sobbing.
"Hey, hey, breath, it's okay, everything is okay..." Tinky reassured, trying to calm down his boyfriend. Laa Laa poked her head into the room, only to see the scene, rushing over to help.
"You help Guardian, I'll deal with the blankets."
As the sun set, Guardian finally fell asleep for longer than a few minutes, which Tinky was thankful for, as the few hours have stressful, as Guardian repeatedly threw up whenever he took more than just a sip of water.