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4:03 am
Suddenly gaining consciousness, mc immediately notices the sore, dry feeling of their throat. Rather unwillingly, they squeeze out from Pierrot, who is tightly holding them in his arms.
He tenses in his sleep, clearly upset with the departure of your precious body warmth.
Mc exits the tent. The cold and crisp autumn air hits their body, making it shiver against their own will. They were only in their pajamas, after all.
Water...
Where did the circus members even get their source of water from?? They didn't know of any nearby.. No coolers, no fountains, nothing.
I mean..the convenience store, which was only a couple blocks down, stored water.
You decide against it. It's practically freezing out here, and nobody wants to draw any attention to themselves, especially not at night.
They'd just have to suck it up.
Quietly, they go back to Pierrots tent, wanting warmth again.
Just as you had squirmed out, you squirm back into his arms. They swallow a few times before falling asleep again; it helped with soothing the throat.
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6:54 am
They wake up hot. Extremely hot, even with the blanket kicked off yourself. Usually at this time, you'd go back to sleep, but the heat spread throughout their body didn't let them.
So, they laid there.
Pierrot was already up and probably doing something productive..
They try to let out a yawn, but the strain of their throat says otherwise.
Ugh...
As you tried getting out of bed, a realization dawned upon you.
You were getting sick, if not already.
They put on a hoodie and shorts. Weird combo, but hey, it's comfortable!
It wasn't late at night anymore, so they could buy water and medicine from the supermarket. There's a new mall pretty close to the cafe that you wanted to go to today.
It'd have to wait.
They leisure out of the circus grounds, and then slowly walk to the local market.
Being rather early, the big lights built in front of the place weren't on.
Thank the gods for that.
In fact, the whole area was very dimly lit, letting your eyes adjust to the setting.
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8:02 am
They were back in bed. Their own bed in their apartment.
Thanks to lady luck, it's a Saturday.
They couldn't risk working anyway. They'd get their boss sick, leaving nobody to run the cafe. Plus, you'd feel horrible and cranky the whole shift.
At this point, their nose was stuffy, accompanied by a raging headache. You've already drank an unhealthy amount of water, yet your throat refuses to sooth.
Being sick sucks.
You've known that since junior high, when being ill wouldn't get you out of school anymore.
Due to their own pettiness, no fever reducer, pills, or Tylenol was bought. You had very vivid memories of those treatments, and refused to ever take them again.
They cough weakly.
Try to sleep. Sleeping basically fixed everything.
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11:20 am
Who the living fuck is laying on you right now?!?
Oh, it's Pierrot.
His face was buried in mcs chest, arms wrapped around their body. They gently tug on his hair, signaling him to get up.
How did he even get into your apartment?
"Mmmn.. You are warm, my dear."
You have know that information for a bit now. Specifically, since about seven in the morning.
With an inhale, they slowly start speaking. Their voice comes out small and scratchy at first. After clearing their throat and coughing, they restart.
"Pierrot.. I love you so much, but I really need to sleep. I'm sick and don't want to get you sick with me. I am also extremely hot. Not figuratively. So, I would really love it if you let me rest for a bit."
When you made the love comment, Pierrot let out a high pitched squeak, probably blocking out whatever else you said.
A couple seconds of silence, and he seems to process your words.
"Right! Of course, love. Anything for you!"
He shimmies off the bed, instead sitting down on the floor with his legs crossed.
Cute.
If you even look down at him from your bed, he actually seems pretty small!