Your OC Takes Care of the OC Above

pls help this boi

"Aw, you poor thing. I'm gonna get some good food made for you, get you some tea, and make sure you get a comfy night's sleep! And maybe a gasmask to keep you from catching your students' sicknesses again. ...Those work like that, right?"

"Here, you should try some of this." Kohaku handed Remix something that appeared to be in a shape of a mochi. "This is a medicinal rice cake with an amazing healing effect." His eyes shone while his expression remained straight as he said this. "Hope you feel better after this."

"A sickness isn't very good, is it? :)" Although he's covered in blood, he doesn't seem to be in a violent mood. Smiley walks off to the kitchen. You can hear the sound of produce being chopped up as well as a microwave and water boiling. He comes back after an hour, a tray of food (including a vase with a flower) in his hands. It's tomato soup with sliced veggies and little pasta bits that have smiley faces in them. He sets it down and picks up a spoonful, holding it out to the ill man. "Say "aah". :)"

Sol takes a long, hard look at the strange person incapacitated on the couch. A moment later, he disappears into the kitchen, coming back with a simple bowl of porridge. He looms above the couch at the sick person with a blank expression, but irritation in his voice. "So troublesome when humans like you are ill- and just how do you expect to eat this with that ridiculous bag over your head? Take that thing off!"

"I d-d-don't think I'm qua-qualified for this!! I'm sorry- I should- Oh gosh, there's nobody around? I have to call the police!-" they fumble to search for a phone, "Wait, not the police, I think- What was the number? 9... 911? Is it right? No, what if I'm mistaken? I don't- don't want to make you feel worse, I-" they gasp sharply as they cover their mouth. What if they're stressing Yule out? Oh no, that would be terrible. They must shut up. But how can they do that, if they don't know what to do? Sweating out of nervousness, they start looking around.

Yes, they should do something, like prepare a cup of tea, maybe putting on a movie? Or some relaxing music? Oh, come on, RAW, you're an angel! Can't you do better?!

... They don't think they can, but they try their luck at blessing Yule. They don't even know how to force it, no matter how much they want to do it, but they try. With a motion, they wave their fingers at his direction and there are very faint sparkles and such.

... But it doesn't seem to cure the cold. Of course it doesn't. How useless!! RAW can't help but cry, but far away, so Yule won't be disturbed.

Quin would look highly concerned but be completely clueless on how to caretake for someone, and end up staying by RAW's side, playing with the angel's hair. Probably in silence, because feelings are frustrating and weird.
If RAW pulls through their sickness, Quin would bring the sweetheart some meat to eat-- now that, he understands. LOL

The heavily breathing creature sprawled out in front of him perplexed the adventurer. Vinny had never seen a species like this before-- at least, not one that wasn't completely hostile. Though, maybe that was just the sickness forcing the creature into a state of pacification... And honestly? It would have been as easy as breathing to attack the creature while it was weak and then move on with his life. It should have been.

...But he's always been a softy at heart. Vinny couldn't help but offer the troll some aid, every fiber of his being was yelling at him to do so In fact-- Vinny couldn't understand why, but he felt as if this creature wasn't that bad of a person, despite the initial impression that most would get. He couldn't help but smile, possible because he could relate on a personal level.

The adventurer got to work-- while he dealt primarily in healing magicks, a more natural touch was always better in the long run. Vinny set the troll upright next to a tree in a small clearing, wiping away any sweat on his forehead to avoid discomfort. After pouring an herbal remedy into the troll's mouth, he set off for a bit. It initially appeared that Vinny had left, but instead he had gathered a few plants in the surrounding area for a stew, which he gingerly wrapped in a makeshift container for the troll to eat when he awoke. 

And now that all that was set and done... it was time for Vinny to get as far away as possible before someone sees him here. He had always been pretty shy, after all-- he'd much prefer any words of gratitude being said away from his presence.

Shell drug the man with pointy ears back to the land. He temperature was low and he shivered as she pulled him up onto the shore. She worried he might get hyperthermia, or washed back into the water, or worse. Was there anything worse? She was sure there was. 

But what could she do? She didn't have dry cloths to give him, and he most certainly wasn't getting her shirt. Perhaps if she just stayed by his side. Maybe he would feel better by the morning? 

Shell set his head on her tail and pet his big soft ears. She hoped he would feel better. Then maybe she could bring him a fish. It always made her happy when someone brought her a fish. 

What was it about large bodies of water dragging casualties up onto the shore when Carlos was passing by?
This was the second time he'd come across a helpless creature while on a walk past a watery scenic spot. The first had been a fairy which had fallen into the sea, and now he'd come across a....a..... was that a mermaid? by the river?! He wasnt entirely sure, but he was pretty certain that if it was supposed to be on land it would have had legs!
He approaches the creature and kneels down next to her, his tail is loose and limp displaying that he means no harm... not that the creature was likely to understand the body language of his tail.
He puts a hand on her, she feels like she's burning up! And she'd barely reacted to his presence which he assumed meant that she didn't have the strength.

He looked to the water and then to the...... fish lady. What ever she was.
He then took off his boots an rolled up his trousers before picking up the.... mermaid?... and carried her into the water.
Carlos placed her down. The water was only shallow, about up to his knees actually, but he feared if he carried her any deeper she might drown. He didnt know whether she was supposed to breath air or not.
He proceeds to splash water over her with one hand keeping her wet and hopefully cooling her down while his other arm keeps her head propped up above the water.
Perhaps she needed some food? What was it fish people ate? Would she be upset with him if he caught her a fish? Perhaps if he could help to bring her temperature down and perk her up a little he'd be able to ask her himself.
For now though the best he could do was stay with her either until help came by or until she became more responsive.

The lad sees the individual looking rather clammy. Despite possessing additional body limbs unique to his race, he is still usually....human. That was what Robi had gauged him from and luckily, he had landed his private ship nearby as he was mainly visiting the local world.

He takes the man inside to his medical wing; It has always been the place where either he or his friends would be patched up. Firstly, he diagnosed what was wrong; lack of body heat? Diluted eyes? What he surely had was a really low blood count, and he did that with a quick prick from his wristpad. The device had always been a reliable means of information; The swiss army knife of data gathering.

Robi helped himself to the wing's blood bags and proceeds to revitalise Carlos' malnourished body and waits for him to recover.

Nicolai had found the young man collapsed on the street. His sense of honor had not allowed him to let him lie there. So he had taken him home with him.

The boy was lying on his couch covered with several blankets. His body temperature was too low and Nicolai was worried about his condition. He was so pale and the skin so cold. Nicolai went to the boy and pulled up the blankets so that he was covered to the chin. He felt if the hot water bottle was still warm. Then he went to the kitchen and made some soup. He hoped it would taste good because he wasn't the best cook. 

I'll have to wake him up, he thought and stepped back to the couch. Carefully, he shook the boy's shoulders until he opened his eyes slightly. Nicolai put the edge of the bowl to the stranger's lips and let the warm soup slowly pour into his mouth. Carefully, he observed whether his patient swallowed. The boy seemed to enjoy the warm meal. When the bowl was empty, the boy sank back on the couch and fell asleep again.

"He's so exhausted," Nicolai muttered. "What happened...?"