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Jamato was preparing some materials for a new exploit he discovered and wanted to show Spoke, when he heard his communicator ping repeatedly.
The masked man signed and went over to the desk where his communicator sat. He turned it on and saw that there were multiple messages that Spoke sent a little bit ago.
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“Jamaylm m sick sorry can't leave house ;(? “
“Jamammm m sorryb agaun”
“Hav fu.n.”
“Ndf.gbkl”
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Spoke was sick? How can a voidling get sick? It was almost impossible as far as Jamato knew about the void beings.
The only time a voidling could get sick was under extreme stress and wasn't resting well, and thus the body forces the voidling to relax aka makes them severely sick. A voidling could die if not taken care of in this stage and Jamato knew that Spoke wasn't really well liked in the server, hell, he doubted he had more than 3 friends (including him).
That's why Jamato decided to go check up on Spoke. He arrived at the lava cast Spoke called home and let himself in. The space was a mess, covered in paper with some possible exploits on them, the walls were covered in the same plans and some photos of Spoke with other people on the server.
And there on the loft, laid Spoke. He looked miserable, eyes sunken in, devoid of their usual energy, and shut tight as if that could help with the sore ache all over his body. His bed was a mess due to constant squirming, half of the blankets laid on the floor and the other half barely covered Spoke's trembling form.
Jamato grew concerned when he noticed that Spoke didn't hear him enter and move around the base.
He made his way up to the loft and left his bag with medical supplies in Spoke's night stand as he checked up on the voidling's health.
Spoke's forehead was burning, when Jamato touched it, Spoke could only sigh and try to move closer to the cold hand of the mask wearer. Jamato knew it was bad as soon as he touched Spoke, the voidling almost never let anyone close enough to touch his forehead except for his brothers and even then it was rare, he only allowed them to touch him when he was sick, emotionally vulnerable or hurt.
Jamato prepared a bowl full of water and ice to help bring Spoke’s temperature to its usual coldness. He brought a rag and put it inside the bowl, he then squeezed the rag and put it on Spoke's forehead.
The voidling signed in relief at the feeling of coldness in what felt like days.
Jamato continued to take care of Spoke as the day went on. Waiting patiently to see if he would wake up.
The voidling got better thanks to the care of Jamato but remained unconscious. The caretaker looked outside and saw that it was deep in the night already, and so Jamato decided to prepare Spoke's small couch into a makeshift bed for himself.
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Spoke woke up feeling way better than when he went to sleep, he looked around carefully and saw Jamato sleeping peacefully on his couch. He looked at the other sleeping in shock before he giggled and went to wake the older man up.
Jamato grumbled but opened his eyes regardless and sat up.
“Glad you're feeling better Spoke”
“Yeah… thanks for uhm taking care of me Jamato” Spoke looked away in embarrassment, deciding that the pink walls were much more interesting.
Jamato chuckled at his reaction. “It's nothing, don't worry about it, friends take care of each other after all “ He said calmly.
The voidling relaxed at the response, his eyes softened and he stayed quiet for a minute, thinking about something.
“Hey Jamato”
“Yeah? “
“... “
“Do u think we're friends in every universe? “
“Hmm well I don't know” Jamato chuckled softly, and then he looked away through the window in front of the couch. “But I'm glad we are in this universe”
Spoke thought about this for a minute and nodded. “Yeah, I'm glad I met you Jamato” He smiled at the masked man sitting beside him.
The duo sat in silence for a few minutes before Spoke stood up.
“Ok, that's enough corny stuff for a single morning. Let's go cause chaos” He said smiling widely with his tail wagging behind him.
Jamato signed and stood up with Spoke to see what the day would bring for them.
It went unspoken but both hoped that they would remain friends.
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.
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But hope doesn't stop the course of history, does it?