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]

[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.]

[nameissilver]

[He doesn't particularly like it but he can't be bothered to complain.]

This still sucks.

[bandagedbandit]

Being sick still hasn't stopped your bitching then. At least you still sound kinda like yourself.

[She leads Silver over to the bed and begins hunting around for the hair-drier.]

[nameissilver]

Pfft, you think I'm gonna turn into a pathetic ball of fluff just cause I'm sick? [sits down, blowing a strand of wet hair out of his face]

[bandagedbandit]

You already have if you ask me. [Fluffy by Clarissa's standards, at least. Hair dryer acquired! Clarissa returns, armed with the device and a comb; she plugs the hair dryer into the wall and climbs onto the bed, shuffling over to kneel behind Silver. She begins working through Silver's damp hair with the comb, not being particularly gentle with any tangles she comes across (not that there are many anyway since she only washed it for him a little while ago, but seeing as it's dried off a bit on its own since, and Silver's hair is pretty thick).]

[nameissilver]

I have not! [pouts, annoyed groans escaping his lips at every tangle the comb hits]

[bandagedbandit]

[Behind Silver Clarissa rolls her eyes before firing the hairdryer into noisy life. She begins moving it over Silver's hair, blowing sodden tendrils of wet hair all over the place. She cares more about trying to get Silver's hair dry with as little effort as possible than she does about making it sit right, so Silver's likely to end up with a crazy, fluffy do by the time she's done. It's not like he's leaving the house anyway, right?]

[nameissilver]

[Ugh, so noisy. Silver's never bothered with a blowdryer and he can't decide if the heat feels good or bad.]

[bandagedbandit]

[Apologies for any knocks on the head or burnt ears you get from this, Silver...you know how Clarissa is with, uh, everything. Et voila, one mess of dry, fluffed-up red hair. Clarissa switches of the hairdrier and sits back on the bed, reaching for the brush again and tugging it through Silver's hair a couple of times.]

You'll want pyjamas to change into after this, right? Clean ones?

[nameissilver]

Well, duh. [rolls his eyes, thankfully not in the mood to give a shit about his hair right now.]