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Billy was greeted by a nudge against his foot. The small bomb beeped at him obviously upset. It seems to had come out of a small door at the bottom of the door that lead into the house. It turned and walked through the small opening again. After a moment, the door clicked unlocked.

"Hey Boomy...huh? Thanks," he told the little bomb, slipping through the door and spotting familiar hair on the bed. Ronnie didn't look too well.

Billy hurried to the side of the bed, peering at her face as best he could. "When did this start?"

Ronnie looked weakly up, her face already looked reddened from the fever but her expression was surely of surprise! She gave a glare toward Boomy, who returned it with an annoyed beep. She hid under the pillows again trying to keep anything out. She mumbled "Last night..." She coughed, a small whimper following right after. "I'm fine tho, I'll be okay..."

Billy frowned. So she didn't want him to see her sick? But he wanted to help!

"I'm sorry," he murmured, trying to think fast on his feet. What to do?

"I'll be right back. I'm getting some things for you." And he was off in a flash, giving her a moment to think, or possibly hide from him.

Ronnae peeked from under the covers and glared at Boomy. "You know Boomy... I could still use your parts you know... I could use a new reflector..." Boomy made a raspberry sound and huffed. It moved back to his 'nest' and snuggled up to the many random bolts and such in his basket. Ronnae groaned. "Not the sexiest way to spend the day with Billy... But I can't lock him out now that he knows I'm here..." She groaned into the pillow and let out a small whimper. "Why does this stuff happen to me..."

And Billy was back, hopefully before Boomy became the series of parts formerly known as Boomy. He carried a bag of items in his hand, all ready to take care of her.

First to be extracted from the bag was a cool cloth, which he approached the bed with. "Ronnie? I brought this for you," he called softly, trying to look for where her form might be under the covers.

She remained silent for a few. "There's no Ronnie here... Only bunched up covers and pillows. We the pillows of this bed desire to be left alone. Be on your way sir." Boomy did what could be considered a laugh in beeps and noises. A few moments later the pillows shook at an audible cough followed but a whimper.

"Do your pillows normally sound like you?" Billy asked skeptically, reaching for the cover in the appropriate place and tugging it back. He can't take care of you if you keep hiding, Ronnie.

"But I don't want to leave you, I want to help," he said softly, reaching for her forehead and brushing it as soon as he found it. If she lets him, he gently places the cloth there.

Ronnae puffs her cheeks in protest. "......" She pulls the cover up to her nose. "Thanks, but really I'm fine." Said the half orc girl with the burning forehead. So not the day I was hoping to spend with him... But seeing him being so nice and caring... I... Ronnie shook her head a little, looking back up at him with her bright teal eyes.

Billy sits on the bed beside her, smoothing the cloth over her forehead. "You don't look fine. I'd rather see you comfortable, even if I don't have a miracle cure for you."

He is extremely determined to help her. He checks on his little bag of tricks. "I managed to scavenge some soup if you get hungry, and there's a medicated lotion we can try if your symptoms are severe."

All the while, his hand sweeps her hair from her face.

She looked at him innocently. "I don' want you gettin' sick too...." She whined. But nonetheless she was enjoying the attention. She scooted over closer to him and laid her head on his lap. "....." She looked up at him in thought still looking a bit put out by her situation.

Billy was surprised but held her head on his lap, hands resting on her shoulder and in her hair. "I'd rather risk being sick by making you feel better than leave you alone," he sighed. "I know from experience that this isn't fun."

He prodded the bag again with his foot. "Just let me know what you need, all right?"

All I need is you... Gah! Stop it head! She shook her head, and frowned in an exaggerate manner. "It's fine, I'm already feeling much better!"
Not only a second after that she had a coughing fit, heaving over into a curl. Mfffffeasifhdaus! She whimpered. "....." She stared at the floor.

"Ronnie!"

He was there in an instant, gently rubbing her back and re-arranging the cloth. "I don't think you're better yet, but with any luck you'll feel well soon."

Billy came to a decision: time for the rub. A quick search through the bag produced the jar that he set about opening.

"This rub should relieve cough May I use it on your feet?"

Ronnae looked at him through narrowed eyes. "Rub... Wait what?!" Her face flushed. "I ah... D-does that work?" What the hell are you thinking? Don't even consider that offer Ronnie! "I... ummm if... if you want to..." She pushed her fingers together nervously.

"It does," Billy confirmed. "It contains molecules that stimulate your body to break up the congestion. There are other places to apply it," he said with a blush, "but I think the feet would be most comfortable for you."

He slid toward the end of the bed, gently reaching for a foot and taking it in his hand. Before he even touched the rub, he stroked her foot gently. "It'll be all right," he promised.

Ronnae blushed heavily. She fidgeted covering her face with the pillow. She wiggled her toes when she felt the touch a light muffled giggle escaping the pillow.

"It's okay to laugh, I'm aware that it's ticklish" Billy assured her, working the rub in his fingers before starting on her feet. It wouldn't do to give them a cold shock.

He started a warm massage of the small feet, rubbing at her muscles and working the lotion in. If she wiggled again, he'd play with her toes---see how she liked that.

And wiggle she did! This is too ticklish. She squirms in the bed trying to muffle her giggles and or coughs. "H-hey! You sure thi-this is medicinal!?" She laughs while trying to talk and quickly covers her face. She curled her toes trying to steel herself from laughing.

"Positive!"

Billy firmed up the pressure, giving her feet a deeper massage. Hopefully that would make it less ticklish.

"Is that better?"

She let out a light whimper and you could see the pillow nod. She still squirmed under the covers. "So if it's in the feet? And it works for illness. Is it like a salve? Aren't those usually used in the affected area?" She asked curiously in a small voice.

"It's...somewhat similar to a salve, but this works," Billy was sure. "My mother used to do it for me when I was little. She rubbed it on my chest, but the container also said that the feet worked."

Billy blushed, finishing up the rub with a few firm strokes. When he was done, he sat up on the bed and stroked her hair again.

Ronnae whimpered and cuddled up to him, hugging the pillow to her chest. She puffed her cheeks in annoyance. "I hate being sick..." She did a mini fussy tantrum before she looked back slowly, blushed and immediately looked to the ground, remembering she wasn't home. "I ah... had a shiver. Yup." Smooth Ronnie... Boomy rolled on his basket amused making beeps and noise.

Billy accepted the cuddle happily, starting to rub her back. "I know, I don't think anyone likes illness."

He wasn't really bothered by that sudden fidget, just confused. "Are you okay?"

Ronnae curled up to her pillow embarrassed and did a small nod. "Y-yeah... Just a shiver is all..." She started holding her breath to try and stop the coughing. Which resulted in her dizzying up and having a coughing fit anyways. Almost tumbling to the floor this time, she just curled up to him and whimpered sadly.