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When netherite armor is shucked off, inventories sorted and transferred, when battle has worn it's soldiers down, who are parrot and wifies without these things?
~☯︎︎~
Wifies was pretty sure he might keel over and pass out right there on their living room floor. If not for the supplies that need packing away. He and parrot have been living a couple hundred thousand blocks away from spawn, and while not completely free of danger, they live, they survive, they always have.
In the middle of putting items away, actually, where is parrot? He should be back by now,Hm.
As if on cue,he is interrupted by an audible groan which he assumes to be from the man himself. Which was very concerning for wifies,obviously. If his friend was in pain or injured or what not. And as he was not wasting a moment longer does wifies trudge around the pile of supplies and groceries and heads for the stairs that leads to their shared room, it used to be separate but they tore the walls down after knowing parrot felt safer knowing that wifies was only a couple feet away considering the space and situation they live in.
And before he knew it he arrived at their door, which was surprisingly cracked open a bit, only heightening his anxiety for the avian’s condition,considering he knows parrot likes to work in silence, as the jungle is pretty noisy.
꧁~~꧂
Opening the door, scanning his eyes around the room, there was no sign of his avian friend.He even thought for a moment parrot wasn’t home, he was about to start flipping furniture honestly, until he sees a small shift in the mess of blankets and pillows and bed at the whole sight that was. Well, walking over, he sees parrot, he tries to shake the lump of parrot and blankets, just even to see his face, and to his deepening concern, parrot’s eyes were tightly closed and there was a knit in his expression.
“parrot? Are you okay?”
…
silence.
“what happened? Were you attacked? Ambushed?”
…
more silence.
He was about to prod and press the issue further, when parrot let out some sort of mix of grunt and whine that made wifies feel even more anxious bout the whole thing.
“mmph…wifies?” Parrot mumbled through the thickness of the sheets he was tangled in.
“Yes, yes, it’s me, parrot, what happened dude??” Wifies was practically whisper yelling by now. Itching in concern, He just doesn’t get it, Is he sick? Injured? poisoned?
looking at his avian best friend who was now clutching the sides of his head like he was in pain, sick maybe? and, and-
oh.
Oh.
He gets it now.
Now that he notices it, the blinds are almost all the way shut, so are the windows too, even the way parrot curled into himself when wifies was trying to figure out what was wrong.
“migraine?” He now properly whispers, a newfound sense of guilty protectiveness blooming in his chest,he knows that parrot just gets them sometimes, due to stress, sensory overload, or just having a bad day.
“mm.” parrot answers, yes.
“anything i can do about it?”
“the..bathroom, sink. painkillers. Two please.” Parrot barely manages to grit the words out, even if talking makes his head feel like someone was taking a mace to it. Wifies was here. It would be ok. He would be ok.
~☯︎︎~
Quickly hopping down the steps of their house wifies fetches a glass of lukewarm water as well as making a trip to the bathroom for said painkillers.
..
He knows what to do, while he wishes they were in better circumstances, it was all he could do for parrot right now.
..
Wifies trudges back up the stairs,skipping a few on his way up,water and medicine in hand,gently opens their door,and crouches beside parrots bed.
“Parrot, medicine, sit up.” he whisper talks,
Parrot grumbles,and wifies puts a hand on his friend’s back to guide him upward- slowly, carefully, as if he might break like glass in his hands.
“this sucks.”
“I know.”
“(╯︵╰,)” parrot exclaims.
“come on, drink.” Wifies urges.
And parrot does, takes the two tablets and glass of water from the hand in front of him, pops it into his mouth and chews once before gulping down the glass like he was dehydrated his whole life, before setting the glass aside on the table.
“Why do you chew it before taking it??” Wifies questions.
“Works faster.” Parrot deadpans.
“Bruh. Okay, need anything else?”
꧁~~꧂
“Stay?” He pleads, please. please stay, it hurts too much, His head is pulsing in painful waves that wash over his entire body from head to toe.
“You know I would even if you hadn’t asked,now scooch over, your bed isn’t even big enough for the two of us, especially with the mountain of blankets you have on it.” Wifies snorts.
Parrot giggles, then moves, albeit begrudgingly, and slowly but surely, makes space for wifies. He can feel the bed shift from the weight, and wifies lies down with him.
“pull the blankets up, i’m cold.” parrot mumbles into the sheets, already feeling the medicine work wonders in his system.
“Bro you already have like, three on. How are you still cold??” wifies exasperates.
“Donn’t caree, stop talking, i’m tired..” Parrot was halfway asleep already, when he feels a hand come up to his headwings, gently smoothing them out and plucking loose dirt and pinfeathers he didn’t realize were bothering him until now,wifies was also carding through his hair and woefully massaged around his temples, and he could honestly melt right now.
And he feels like he can breathe again, right here, there was no grating headache making his life miserable, there were no titles, no war, no fighting, nothing. Just them, and he wishes this moment would last forever.
They stay, like that, for a while. The world could have ended outside and they wouldn’t know, and parrot was euphoric, his migraine ebbing away with every second that passed, he was safe, he could rest.
And so he did, the outside fading from warm sunset into the inky night sky, and not long after wifies did drift off into slumber as well, as he was already exhausted from this morning, parrot slings an arm over wifies, and they sleep through the night and into the morning without a sound or a nightmare, and into a dreamless bliss.