being sick sucks amirite

[nameissilver]

[Silver hates a lot of things, but one of his top ten biggest hates is being sick. It's the not being allowed to get out of bed, it's the feeling too groggy and weak and overall shitty to even think about getting out of bed, the sneezing, the fever, the headache, the coughing.

And of course, needing to be taken care of. No matter how much he protests it, he needs it and it really fucking sucks.]

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[nameissilver]

[Ah, that's better. Silver sighs in relief, trying to give her the barest hint of a grateful smile...he looks more than a little pitiful right now and knows it.]

I'll try.

[bandagedbandit]

[Well, she looked just as pitiful if not worse that time after she got a piece of the woodland scenery impaled into her side, so she can hardly comment on how Silver looks right now. She bites on her lip a little before giving a "hmph" and turning away.]

Go to sleep. You can yell if you need anything or whatever.

[nameissilver]

Yeah, okay. [closes his eyes, trying to focus on falling asleep and nothing else. This sucks more than...well, almost anything that's ever sucked before.]

[bandagedbandit]

[Clarissa leaves, closing the bedroom door behind her. She goes back to doing her own thing, spending time in the lounge sifting through the paperwork sprawled over the coffee table, scribbling information to random boxes where she can but largely unable to concentrate; she switches the TV on instead to watch some mindless afternoon Pokemon show, keeping the volume on quiet so not to wake Silver.

After an hour or so passes she decides it's probably time to check up on him. Clarissa prepares another damp cloth before heading to the bedroom. She slowly turns the knob and nudges the door open, trying to keep from making too much noise.]

...Silver?

[nameissilver]

[He's sleeping, finally. It's a light sleep, but he's quiet if nothing else...save for the involuntary snoring thanks to his congested breathing, of course.]

[bandagedbandit]

[...Good. She did wonder whether Silver would manage to sleep, considering to height of his fever earlier and how stuffed-up he is. But he must have been exhausted, too. She approaches the bed carefully — hopefully she can do the things she needs to without waking Silver up. The snoring forces her to remember the spare pillow wedged at the back of the wardrobe; maybe it would be better if he were propped up more? ...But she'd disturb him for sure if she tried to stuff an extra pillow under him...

For now, she just fusses with the covers; she straightens them out, tucking them closer around Silver's sleeping form, before she reaches for the spare blanket. She shakes it open and drapes it over him.]

[nameissilver]

[In his sleep, Silver begins to stir a little uncomfortably. Even sleep can't stop the discomfort of fever, chills and generally feeling gross...]

[bandagedbandit]

[Clarissa notices Silver stirring and freezes — crap, did she wake him up? ...No. No, it doesn't look like she has. She presses the back of her hand to Silver's cheek — the soft, slightly dampened skin feels abnormally warm against her own. It feels clammy, too, but...maybe the temperature has dropped? It's hard to tell, and either way Silver's still way too hot...

She pulls the old wash cloth away and lays the newly wetted one in its place. She...doesn't take her hand away immediately, instead letting it linger by Silver's forehead for a moment. Dare she think it, but Silver looks almost...cute, when asleep. She allows herself to slip her fingers into his hair, brushing through the coarse red locks. It doesn't feel particularly nice — it's all sweaty and gross, but she strokes it anyway. Her hand still on his hair, Clarissa leans in close and, in the space between the cloth and his hairline, places a warm, lingering kiss on Silver's forehead.]

[nameissilver]

[He stirs again, murmuring a bit as he rolls onto his side a little, thankfully not displacing the cloth.]

[bandagedbandit]

[She moves her hand away and straightens up, before heading back towards the door. She'll just go back to the living room and wait for whenever Silver wakes up.]

[nameissilver]

[Silver does eventually wake up, groggy and cranky and sweatier than ever. Stupid fever. He rubs his eyes and sneezes, then peels the cloth from his forehead with a groan]

[bandagedbandit]

[And in comes Clarissa. She'd just been about to check on him seeing as it had been so long, so pretty good timing, really.]

...Hey. Feeling any less crappy?

[nameissilver]

Not really. [SNIFF]

[bandagedbandit]

What? But you were out cold for so damn long, how can that not have done anything to help?

[nameissilver]

Well, my head doesn't hurt and I think I sweated the fever out. But I'm still all stuffed up.

[bandagedbandit]

That's something, I guess. Ugh, look, you're all sweaty and gross, too—! [She approaches just so she can pick at Silver's straggly hair.]

[nameissilver]

H-hey, cut that out! [sneeze]

[bandagedbandit]

Ack—! Hey! Don't sneeze at me, brat! [You get an extra tug at your hair just for that.] You can't stay grimy like this or you'll start to stink. [Plus you'll just generally feel horrible, too, but Clarissa's priorities are no.1]

[nameissilver]

So? It's not like you're gonna be sleeping with me anytime soon! [blushes as he realizes what he just said]

[bandagedbandit]

[She looks stunned for a moment before her face contorts back into an angered expression.]

It's still my bed! You're going to make it all disgusting! I'm stuck hanging around you too while you're sick, too, I'm not doing that if you're stinking the place out!

[Apparently she cares more about Silver smelling than she does his accidental innuendo...did even realise it? Who knows. Clarissa cups her chin in her hand, frowning deeply in thought before her eyes suddenly light up. She makes a grab for Silver's arm and starts trying to pull him out of bed.]

You're taking a bath! Now!

[nameissilver]

Ugh, fine! [sticks his tongue out] You don't have to drag me, I can get up and walk just fine on my own!

[bandagedbandit]

[She drops Silver's arm with an irritated sigh—] Fine. [—before stalking off to the bathroom. The heavy drumming sound of taps being turned on to full blast soon follows.]

[nameissilver]

[With a groan, Silver pulls himself out of bed and gets to his feet. His clothes are pretty much stuck to him at this point and he feels sticky and moist and gross all over. Even though he can't smell too good right now he may as well take Clarissa's word for it when she complains about his smell.]

[bandagedbandit]

[Clarissa continues rushing around the bathroom, grabbing this, that, and the other thing, ready for Silver's bath. She stands on the toilet seat cover and bashes open the tiny frosted-glass window with its heavily rusted hinges in hopes of relieving the amount of steam curling up from the rushing taps. She climbs down and turns to face the door way, calling out over the continued pounding of the water.]

Get in here, brat! The bath's nearly ready!

[nameissilver]

[Finally, Silver hobbles into the bathroom. From the looks of him he might as well have just scaled Mt. Silver.]