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It was not this bad in the morning. Your throat did not hurt as much, your eyes did not spin so harshly and your head did not pound with every above average sound. You had told Pierrot you would come to his show tonight but…. Oh god was that the pavement?
you swirled and fumbled your steps, teaching out to grab something - anything - as your sickly body fell to the ground. Ironically, grabbing onto a poster that ripped and fell with you. Thanks for the support, stupid freak circus.
Pierrot would survive one night not hearing from you, right? He would probably show up in your room later, whining in that cute voice “why my dear?” But as soon as he saw you ill like this he would understand.
The thought brought you some peace, and you rolled to the side, clinging to the poster like a teddy bear. Yeah, Pierrot would fine you curled up all warm in your soft comfortable bed and cuddle you all night long to help the pain. You would be cured by morning!
“Sweetheart?” Oh that must have been him now. Were you already home? … Home felt cold and like concrete.
Your puffy eyes opened, but you struggled to make out anything through the liquid pooling in your eye lids. You hated getting sick. Everything was awful. Everything ached.
A haunting laugh came from somewhere above you, and you’re almost certain you were poked in the side a few times. That was not Pierrot. Was that even anyone you knew..? Did you care? Death came to us all eventually and if it meant no more pain…. Would that be okay?
It comforted you, the idea of dying. Why fight back? Why struggle when it already hurts so much. Death was a cold kiss in a heatwave, death offered so much for one small sacrifice.
You felt sleep lure you into its dance as you felt your body lift. This was it, you would become an angel.
Death lifted you into their embrace. and held you tighter than you've ever felt before. So tight it squished your bones together and eased the pain away, you attempted to open your wyes again to see a hit of green and a frown. Why would death frown? lifting your hands to deaths face to caress it, you heard a small breath leave him. “Hold on, just stay awake.”
Silly… You were already gone. Sleep and comfort filled you to the brim and you were blissfully dreaming.
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When you next woke up, your ryes fluttered to bat away the liquid that pooled in them. A familiar jingle jangle could be heard stopping across the room.
“I believe it’s just the Flu. Though this is quite an extreme reaction. Pierrot have you been providing your pet with…. Efficient vitamins?” A jingle jangle as a response. “Like. Fruit? Vegetables? Have they been eating enough? A cold shouldn’t knock a human out like this. Although I have heard of extreme cases like ‘Man Flu’” There was a mocking tone under the last comment, you couldn’t help but smile.
“She smiled. She’s awake.” Another familiar voice spoke, calmly to the group you seem to have gathered. All of a sudden that jingle jangle shot up right close to you and you felt arms wrap around you.
Breath tickled your ear as a soft voice spoke. “My dear, you had me so worried. Harlequin said he found you in the street. Did he do anything to you? Are you alright? Do you need anything?”
Your throat burned that horrible way it always did when your sinuses played up and you struggled to breathe. “Water…”
A cold glass touched your arm. “Drink. That's an order” The last part felt more sexual than concerning but you guessed Harlequin couldn’t show support without a sexual innuendo every now and then.
Without opening your eyes, you lifted your chin to where you assumed the glass would be. you felt hands wrap around your head, guiding you gently. You drank as much as you could.
“Take her home.” You recognised that voice now, it was the Doctor. “She will heal in her own environment… But to make sure the transition is safe…” You felt a small nip at your neck. A jingle complimented your concern when the voice started again. “Relax. Sleep is good for humans, helps them recover.” And you started to fall deep into their spell again….
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“Pierrot. Move. It’s my turn to give her medicine.”
“She won’t like it that way!”
“Doc said it can be administered orally or through needle.” You could hear the sass in Harlequin's voice.
“She will prefer it orally.”
“Oh, i’m sure she prefers a lot of things orally.” Again, you could hear his smug grin. Although this seemed to have been quickly destroyed by the large banging, scrambling and fumbling that you heard just outside your door.
Another version of you would have checked to see what they were doing, to make sure your apartment was still intact. Maybe another day. Right now you curled over and fell straight back asleep.
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You next woke up coughing, eyes opening to see Pierrot staring at you, wide and unblinking.
“h-hi.” You smiled awkwardly. What were you suppose to do?
His face lip up and he jumped on you more like a cat. “My love!” he nuzzled himself into you, wrapping all his long limbs around you. “I was so worried!!!!” He exclaimed, tugging you tighter.
You glanced over his shoulder to see Harley with medicine in his hands. Walking towards you. “Is she awake?”
“Harleeyy..” You waved your hands out to greet him, delirious.
“Ew, don't touch me.” He manoeuvred around your arms and shoved a spoon filled with liquid your way. “I don’t want your germs.”
“Doc said it wasn’t contagious.” Pierrot muttered in your ear. “Not to us at least.”
“I don't care. She's not sexy when she's snotty.
“She is too sexy!” Pierrot pleaded your case, lifting up some tissue to your nose and instructing you to blow. You grabbed the tissue yourself, you're not a kid.
You blew and green snot filled your tissue instantly… Yeah that wasn’t sexy.
“Water.” Harley motioned it to you. You took it without hesitation.
“I missed you guys…” You smiled, drinking some water again.
“We’ve been with you all night.” Pierrot squeezed harder. You hummed in response. pulling the blanket closer over your legs.
“Shes cold Pierrot.” Harley muttered, and Pierrot jumped back away from you. His warm skin peeling from you being akin to torture.
“Come back…. Cold..” You closed your eyes again, reaching your arms out. You were exhausted. they barely straightened out when you felt them fall.
You fought against the sleep and pulled more blanket onto you, guided by Pierrot who tucked the whole sheet around your body and kissed your forehead gently.
“Noooo….” Tears flooded your eyes. “Cuddle….”
Pierrot's eyes watered the same as yours as he wrapped himself around you and laid right next to you. Kissing you multiple times in the cheek. Comforting.
You turned to Harley and he rolled his eyes before sliding himself next to you. “You know, I should get all your praise. I found you, kitten.”
You smiled and gave him a small kiss on the cheek. “then you can have all my snotty tissues.”
“Great…” He moaned, before leaning into you further. A silly little clown on either side of you, cuddling you all night to keep you safe and warm.
All night both bended to your needs. Water, sick bucket, kisses and cuddles, and medicine all night long.