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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[bandagedbandit]

[She clambers down from the window, being careful not to slip off of the porcelain toilet lid with her sock-clad feet. Safely on the bathroom floor, Clarissa turns to face Silver. Her eyes wander over his sickly form — he really does look pathetic, nothing like his usual self at all. She sighs harshly before stepping close to him, immediately moving her hands to Silver's pyjamas and beginning to undo the buttons.]

[nameissilver]

H-hey! What the hell do you think you're [cough] doing?! I can undress myself! [except he's making no move to lift his arms or to take off his own damn pants. Stupid sickness. The only time he ever wants her undressing him is for sexytimes, and this aint them.]

[bandagedbandit]

Unless you're actually going to do it yourself you can quit with the complaining! [Speaking of pants...

Clarissa fumbles the final button undone and pulls the shirt off of Silver, tugging his arms out of the long sleeves. She lets the garment crumple on the floor before grabbing the hems of both Silvers pyjama trousers and underwear and yanking them down.]

[nameissilver]

[Obviously he's not going to. Oh well, at least he's rid of the sticky, sweaty, disgusting things. He looks even more pathetic; sick AND skinny, what could be a worse combination of weaknesses?]

[bandagedbandit]

[Well, thankfully Silver won't have to worry too much; Clarissa doesn't really care about that right now. She places her hand at his back to prompt him towards the tub, which is now about as full of water as it can be without overflowing the moment somebody climbs into it.]

[nameissilver]

[He climbs in slowly, sighing as the water envelops him. This feels better...not much, but still better than sweaty clothes.]

[bandagedbandit]

[She turns off the taps before strolling to the other side of the room and hooking a small, slightly dusty plastic measuring jug off of the floor. Upon coming back over she perches on the edge of the tub and scoops out a jug of warm water, before dumping it straight over Silver's head.]

[nameissilver]

H-HEY! [sputters angrily, swiping at the water dripping down his face] What's the big idea?!

[bandagedbandit]

[Clarissa smirks, plucking the bottle of shampoo from the other side of the tub and squeezing a healthy amount into her hand.]

It's just water! You're not scared of that are you? [Says the woman with the drowning phobia.

She runs her hands together so that both her palms are slathered with the stuff and wastes no time in attaching her hands firmly to Silver's head, kneading his scalp roughly and spreading foam through his dampened hair.]

[nameissilver]

Of course not. [sputter] B-but you don't just pour water on someone's head when they're sick! [sighs and pouts as he lets her wash his sweaty hair]

[bandagedbandit]

[She works the suds through the rest of Silver's hair before refilling the jug and rinsing them out. The conditioner comes next; once Clarissa's done making sure all the red hair is slick with the stuff, out comes the comb. She's not exactly gentle with tugging out those bed-head tangles, though at least the shampooing and now the conditioner have helped deal with most of them.]

[nameissilver]

[Silver just sits there and allows this, too sick and lazy to bother fighting her on it. He's trying to repress the small part of him that actually enjoys this.]

[bandagedbandit]

[Tangle-busting complete, Clarissa washes out the Conditioner. Et voilà! One squeaky-clean Silver! ...Sort of. Clarissa's not going to wash the rest of him, if he wants to be completely clean that badly he can reach for the body-wash himself. She fetches a towel from the radiator and proceeds to roughly dry Silver's hair.]

[nameissilver]

[Clean nothing, Silver just wants to soak in the warm water.]

...thanks.

[bandagedbandit]

[To be thanked is a little surprising, but whatever. Clarissa just gives a slight nod.]

Shout when you want to get outta there, got it?

[She'll just go find Silver clean pyjamas and wait around the house until he's done soaking.]

[nameissilver]

Right. [leans back into the water, yawning a little. Silver doesn't care about baths one way or the other, but right now it's better lying around in a sweaty bed.]

[bandagedbandit]

[Clarissa will just get on with doing her own thing, staying within earshot and waiting for Silver to signal that he'd like to get out.]

[nameissilver]

[Silver sighs, running a hand through his wet hair. Stupid being sick! He hates having to be taken care of like some invalid, but even more than that he hates that he kind of LIKES being taken care of by her.

Fortunately, she doesn't need to sit there waiting too much longer. The water's getting cold and his hands are getting all pruny and that's not too comfy]

I'm ready. To get out now.

[bandagedbandit]

[Soon enough Clarissa is stepping back into the bathroom. She walks briskly up to the tub and stands close, offering out her hands.]

Y'need a little help?

[nameissilver]

Sure. [wait, what? Damn, he must be really out of it by now, not insisting he can do it himself]

[bandagedbandit]

[She takes him by the arms and pulls him up, looping an arm around him ready to help Silver step out of the bath.]

[nameissilver]

[He gets up slowly, leaning heavily on her.]

Thanks.

[bandagedbandit]

Geez, with how polite you're being today I'm starting to think this flu has gone to your head. You're beginning to scare me, y'know.

[She'll help him over the edge before reaching into the bath to plug out the plug. She shakes her hand free of water before whipping a clean towel from the radiator. If feels fresh and warm in her hands as she shakes it out before draping it around Silver's shoulders. She steps to the side of him and takes a hold of the fabric, starting to dry Silver off, starting with his arms and back.]

[nameissilver]

Oh, shut up. [sticks his tongue out as he lets her dry him off]

[bandagedbandit]

[She works the towel over Silver's skin, drying him thoroughly. She even dries his more private areas while she's at it (whether or not Silver likes that she doesn't care, considering he doesn't seem in a state to do it himself), business-like and firm in her approach. When she's satisfied that Silver's more or less completely dry, she wraps the towel around him, looping her arm around his middle again to lead him back to the bedroom.]