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“Yatta, you’ve got the flu.” Scraps spoke softly, her hand coming up to touch Yatta’s burning forehead.
“No, I’m fine– just need a little…rest.” Yatta murmurs, pulling the blanket up and tucking herself into an untouchable burrito blanket, shielded from the rest of the world (including Scraps). Thus, starting the cycle of Yatta falling asleep before Scraps can do anything else. Despite the lack of confirmation from Yatta, Scraps is very certain that Yatta is undoubtedly sick. Yatta, who always wakes up with more energy than the morning should deserve (in Scraps’ opinion), had somehow managed to sleep through her alarm.
Scraps sighed at the unmoving roll of blanket on the bed. She remembers caring for Goob when he had gotten sick when he was younger. It won’t be that much harder, will it?
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“Mmm Scraps, come back to sleep~” Yatta turned again, her back facing Scrap’s empty spot on the bed. The wet towel in her hand was faced with her back once again as she scrambled to pick up the basin of water and move to the other side of the bed.
More than just sleeping for an extended period of time, it turns out that Yatta is incredibly clingy when she’s sick. Even with a warm towel, trying to wipe her down had already been a fight to try to keep her still for long enough. The room was already set to be as comfortable as it could be, with the main lights dimmed and only the light from their table lamp illuminated the room. Scraps had hoped that it would help by keeping Yatta from just pulling the blanket over her head again. Still, with each time she’d move from wiping one side of Yatta’s neck, it seemed that her girlfriend would suddenly feel the irresistible urge to turn and sleep on her opposite side.
Lowering her voice to a whisper, Scraps asks, “Yatta, darling, can you face here for a second, please?” Yatta let out a hum of affirmation. Scraps reached into the basin of water on the nightstand, dousing the cloth in water and wringing the excess water out. Scraps reached down to wipe Yatta’s neck, the cool touch of the wet towel sent a shiver through Yatta, as Yatta stills for a second– enough for Scraps to be able to finish wiping her neck– before immediately turning over again. At least that was the most important part.
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After her accomplishment, Scraps left the bedroom with enough confidence to take on the biggest task that preyed directly on her weakness– cooking. While living with Goob, she’d tried to cook, most attempts mainly ended up with no actual edible food. Only charred bits stuck to the bottom of saucepans and questionable looking versions of the intended dish.
“You’ve been for a while…what in the world are you attempting to cook and why does it smell–” Goob spoke, walking into the kitchen. Upon seeing Scraps gleefully pouring a cup full of oil into the pan, he knew that disaster was on the way.
Said disaster came in the form of Scraps stopping for a second before the pot spontaneously lit up in flames.
Goob yelled, “Quick! Put it out!”
“It just suddenly lit on fire!” Scraps defended herself before running to fill a cup with water and pouring it into the flaming pan. She immediately relaxed, the water should extinguish the fire. However just a second after, the fire surged back up, doubling in size and started to escape out of the pan. Both siblings stood in shock, lost for what to do next.
At that moment, Blot appeared in the doorway. Casually sliding past the siblings to the stove, he made an exaggerated show of picking up the metal lid and placing it on the burning pot. Holding it there for a second before lifting the lid to reveal that the fire had been extinguished. He made a gesture, bowing like he had just completed a magic trick. Scraps and Goob looked at him, frozen in awe.
He shook his head in resignation, taking out a piece of paper before quickly scribbling down something and taping it onto the shared fridge.
NO SCRAPS/GOOB IN THE KITCHEN.
As Blot slid out of the kitchen, Goob whispered to Scraps, “What were you trying to cook anyway?”
“…soup?”
Goob lets out a big sigh, “I’ll order the food…”
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Freshly armed with a bowl of soup and the determination to take care of her girlfriend, Scraps sat on their shared bed attempting to feed Yatta small bites of soup. She gently nudges her girlfriend from her sleep, requesting that she have some food so that she can take medicine.
To this, Yatta rises groggily from her side of the bed, a smile slowly spreading across her face, mumbling hoarsely, “Hi, baby!” Ah, her girlfriend was too cute like this.
Resisting the urge to give Yatta a kiss, Scraps offers a gentle smile instead as she brings a spoonful of soup to her mouth, urging her to eat. Yatta slowly sips the soup off the spoon, her eyes still glued to Scraps. Scraps sighs, “You’ll need to eat more than that…please?”
Yatta flashes a pout at Scraps, mumbling out softly, y'know I can’t say no to you, before mustering enough energy to enthusiastically take the bowl of soup from Scraps and eat.
At least Yatta was doing much better than she had been that morning. Scraps pulled Yatta in, placing a quick kiss to the top of her head before leaving the room to get the medication. Yatta pauses for a second, before flushing red. Scraps swears that she could feel the heat from Yatta’s blush.
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“C’mere Scraps…” Yatta motioned, arms outstretched and waiting for Scraps to crawl in beside her. As soon as she’d settled in, she felt her girlfriend’s hands trap her close— feeling the warmth radiate off from Yatta.
“Mnh, that’s better…”
Despite Scraps wanting to protest against cuddling with Yatta while she was still sick, it was the first time today that her girlfriend looked truly comfortable and finally at ease– it’d make her a bad girlfriend for taking that away, right?