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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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Ronnae frowned. "You shouldn't be working if you're sick. C'mon let's go to bed and I'll make ya something nice to get better kay?" She said with a sweet smile.

"I don't want to fall behind," Billy sighed, letting the papers fall from his hands quietly.

He'll go if she leads him.

Ronnae bends over and picks up his papers, placing them neatly in a pile on his desk. "I'll help you catch up kay? Right now you need to rest. Don't make me carry you to bed!" She teased playfully, sticking her small tongue out at him.

"No, that won't be necessary!" Billy answered loudly enough to trigger his own headache, causing him to clutch his forehead in pain. Arm shaking, he pushed up from the desk and padded into his bedroom where he sat on the bed.

"You don't have to stay. I'm sure you have other projects to work on."

Ronnie grinned mischievously. "Awww, you want me to leave?" She took off her hoodie, maybe she was hot? She was wearing a blue tank top and some long shorts now. She undid her hair ties letting her hair flow down to her lower back. She walked to him a bit blushy but she wasn't going to let her nerves stop her from persuading him to stop working for his own health! When she was in front of him she smiled shyly. "I can cook you know." She laughed lightly.

Billy shook his head. "I like spending time with you, I'm just..." he shuddered on the bed, pulling his knees against his chest. "...not very useful in this state."

Oh, he'd noticed how pretty she was and smiled at that too, but the pain was currently taking a front seat. "...that makes one of us," he reminded her. "What did you want to cook?"

Ronnae brushed some hair out of his face and kissed his forehead. "Well I'll definitely be making you soup for your illness. But if there's anything you'd like on the side, you're welcome to it too. I don't mind spoiling you!" She said kissing his lips lightly.

Billy listened intently---soup was fine. Soup was good! It was one of the few meals he could prepare without causing an explosion, actually. He smiled a little for that.

...seconds later, the juxtaposition of her offer of 'side orders' and the sudden kiss on his lips brought his mind to a place very far away from soup. He sputtered, face flaming even worse than before. "What kind of side orders?"

Ronnae giggled. "Anything you want of course. Doesn't have to be food either." She winked, blushing a little.

Billy's embarrassment wasn't fading, no way. "I'm guessing you don't mean medicine either...but is this really the time? I'm very likely to be---" and there was a coughing fit, leaving him leaning on his hands and knees "---contagious," he hacked out.

Ronnae quickly picked him up and set him on the bed in a comfortable resting position. "I'm sorry! I shouldn't be teasing you..." She pouted embarrassed. "I... I'll be right back with that soup okay?!" She hurried out, her flowy reddish hair dancing behind her.

Just like that, Billy was scooped up and laid out on the bed. Like he was as easily moved as a dropped toy. "Okay!" he called after her.

It wasn't that Billy didn't want to kiss her like that. It had felt wonderful, that much had been obvious. But he didn't want her to get sick just to be with him right then.

By the time she came back with soup, she'd find him still there, fiddling with his fingers in his lap.

Ronnae blushed a bit when she came in, she moved a chair in front of him and smiled shyly. She put the spoon into the soup and brought up a nice steamy spoonful. She blew lightly on it, carrying the hearty smell near him. She smiled warmly at him and made a playful motion for him to open his mouth.

Billy couldn't say he didn't enjoy her company. She was sweet, far more engaging than the wall had been---especially with the tingle from her kiss still lingering on his lips.

He sat as upright as he could, about to shake his head. "I can feed myself," he tried to say. Whether it got through depended on how insistent she was about feeding him.

Insistent enough to feed it to him mid-protest. She laughed a little, "You know if you protest when you're sick, it'll take longer to get better... That's what papa used to say when I got sick..." She looked saddened, but shook the thought away, getting another spoonful and blowing on it gingerly.

"Then I'll defer to him" Billy sighed, admitting defeat and opening his mouth for her. Being fed wasn't so bad, he reflected, especially when she made sure the mouthfuls weren't too hot.

His only remaining concern was that he must look ridiculous.

Ronnie finished feeding him, she then brought a large glass of orange juice and a couple of pills. "This should seal the deal Billy. And right after this you rest okay?" She smiled handing him the pills and the glass of juice.

"Yes ma'am," he addressed her quietly, taking the pills and gulping them down like the obedient future boyfriend he was. When he finished, he leaned against the headboard tiredly.

"...right. Time for sleep." But his mind was racing so much that he didn't quite want to.

Ronnie smiled, and sat next to him, against the headboard. She pulled him against her smaller frame and started rubbing his head soothingly. Starting from a very pleasant whisper, you start hearing a light humming, a soothing melody coming from her as she closes her eyes remembering the tune.

Billy was all right with resting here---it was Ronnie, sweet and warm, just like her tune. It brought him peace and comfort, just like she'd intended, and his mind finally started to settle down.

"Warm..." he whispered as he got sleepier and further along in the pill's effect, a faint smile on his face.

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Ronnie smiled. Continuing her tune with a warm expression. She caressed his back soothingly as she brushed his hair with care. She wanted him to get better, and she wanted him to be happy.

To his credit, Billy only sniffled a little. The pills really were starting to kick in!

He sagged more heavily against her as exhaustion started to claim him. "...thanks Ronnie," came another whisper when he thought to use his strength to get the words out, as inadequate to describe his feelings as they were.

Ronnie interrupted the soothing tune to make a small shushing sound. "Just rest Billy. You know I'm here for you okay?"

She held him against her chest in a protective manner, allowing him to rest against her. She continued the soothing caress of his back and hair.

Billy started to nod, then realized that it might not be the brightest idea considering the current location of his head. Soon enough, the pain and discomfort faded into a sweet slumber.

...sorry, Ronnie, but he snores.

She's dealt with snorer's, it's like being back home. "Sleep well lo-... Billy..." She blushed and held him the rest of the night. Every now and then humming the lullaby.

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