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THE
SICK MEME

☀ Post your character, one-ish per comment
✫ They are now, for some odd reason, sick (headache, fever, runny nose, cough, whatever you want)
☀ Another character replies and is struck with the sudden urge to take care of them (bringing them soup, extra blankets, Sudafed, sexual healing, what have you)
✫ ???
☀ Profit!

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[Yeah he knows what she's doing, and he's tired of it. She needed to go rest before she passed out. So Dean came closer to gather her carefully into his arms.]

Anwei quickly glanced around the area; good, no chairs. She prodded one of the fleshy hospital 'beds' until it buckled and folded into something set at the same angle as a reclining chair, then positioned a rolling document stand next to it.

"Here you go. You can just sit and prop your omnicomm up on here, and review what you're doing. Would you like a pillow? Something to drink?"

[ There's a small moment where she starts to protest, but realizes there's really no point in it. Instead, she leans into Dean--he's nice and warm, it isn't hard--and tries not to put her face anywhere near his neck for him to feel how warm she really is. Like the heat isn't radiating straight through her clothes anyhow. ]

She smiled. "Hey, as long as you get better, its all good, right?"

She started preparing the water. "So what have you been up to?"

He looked at the empty vial then sniffed it. "Purification potion," he stated. "Sometimes cures different ailments. Since you weren't poisoned I'd put money on someone cursing you but who knows," he shrugged, "It could have been some weird demonic disease."

He patted the still-large book on one of its corners, a satisfied grin on his face. "But really, all that matters is that you can go back to being the best freakin' Overlord you can be."

She waited. To be honest, she was actually really happy to be cared for by Billy right now: it reminded her how Renne used to be toward the two of them, and she knew there was some of that in Billy as well as some of it that was all his own.

"I will, thanks," she said, and started to taste the soup. It was tasty for a first try, and she started to eat with slow gusto. "It's good," she told him. "Is this your first time cooking for someone?"

"My first time that didn't end in disaster," Billy admitted, carefully rubbing her back while she ate. Not for a medicinal reason, but he hoped it helped her body calm.

She laughed. "But I have to! Honestly, with any other guy I would have probably hit them or something. With you, its funny, but...I could see that as something new for you, that even you didn't expect. It was like I said: those feelings are natural, just don't let them be more important than what you have."

She smiled. "I'm really proud of you, Billy. You're letting someone get to know you like that."

She knew she would probably sound stupid asking, but she had to know.

"How will the pill do that? What's inside it?"

The ginger ale, that made sense. It had ginger, after all, which she knew was an herb.

It did actually: that physical reassurance made her relax, and she sighed, eating more of the soup.

"It's delicious, thank you," she said, and despite the sickness, reached over and gave him a hug. She couldn't help it: he'd been a rock for her more than he knew.

Billy huffed, pulling the covers up to his chest. "As if I would do that. I love talking to her, spending time with her. It's not all about that."

She managed to extract another blush out of him. "I didn't think I would. She just...snuck up on me."

Billy hugged her close. He didn't fear getting sick again.

"You don't have to thank me," was his answer. When she drew back, he rearranged the pillows behind her and reached for the medicine. "Here, I have a pill that's been effective for the others."

It's presented with a glass of water.

She smiled. "I know. That was why I didn't yell at you. You did try to tell me that you wouldn't do it, that it wasn't right, and then she came, and I saw your eyes. There was no denying it then."

She grinned. "They do that, Billy, the people you like. I've been lucky to have it happen more than once. You never know that it'll happen, and then...then it happens."

"I'm still pretty shocked you didn't kill me," Zetta said.

Billy's eyes softened a little. "I didn't stand a chance against her. Girls that beautiful, engaging, and affectionate...my fate was probably sealed by our second meeting."

He leaned back, closing his eyes. Three guesses at what he was picturing and the first two don't count. "I was just astounded that she liked me too."

She smiled. "I could see that about her when I first met her, actually. I admit, physically she's definitely more appealing than I am," she pouted a little here, "but there was even more than that. She'd also been hurt, been made to feel like she was supposed to feel inferior, and I knew that you would be attracted to helping her."

She smiled. "Its one of those things that I really like about you. I knew if she'd like anyone, it would be someone who would nurture her, care about her. I was really happy to find out that person was you."

"Well I'm doing it!" she said weakly, sticking her tongue out at him. She shook her head. "What am I supposed to do with that piece of chalk though?"

The glass of water at least looked inviting.

Billy slipped a hand out of the covers and reached for Katara's. "Don't say that---you're very pretty, and I'm sure Matt would be happy to prove it to you a thousand times over."

Oh, Katara, you're not making his heating problem ease up very much. "I'll do that, I promise."

"It's medicine in a compact pill," he started to explain. "One of the modern developments on my world. If you injest this, it will release chemicals through your body that will alleviate the symptoms."

She could have the balm if she wanted it, but she'd have to rub it on herself or have it applied to the feet.

[He frets some as he carries Kaylee because he could feel the fever radiating from her all over.]

Aw baby, let's get you back.

She smiled. "Oh, I know. It's so stupid for me to keep comparing myself to anyone anyway. I guess that's pat of my stupid ego, to be honest. Heck, I even had a girl say I looked really attractive, and she likes both sexes. A sweet girl...I hope she find someone too."

At Matt's name, she smiled. "I can't even think thoughts like that when he's around."

She held his hand. "I know you will."

Billy was glad to hear that. "You're doing fine," he whispered to her, feeling his consciousness start to drop off. "Don't worry."

[ And this fretting this is exactly why she's been telling people she's fine. Not a fan of the fretting.

But now that she's not standing or walking, it's a lot easier for her to feel how exhausted she really is, and how the motion of Dean's walking isn't so nice as it might normally be...

She covers her mouth with her hand. ]

Dean, need a basin...

Crap! Hang on!

[He grabbed a bucket, and dumped the bolts out to the side before setting her down so she could make use of it.]

[ She doesn't quite make it, and there's a little bit of a mess outside the bucket (and possibly on Dean). When she finishes a few minutes later she just kind of slumps against the wall.

This is miserable. ]

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