Your OC Takes Care of the OC Above

"You must really be sick to talk like that," Terry mumbled as he gazed down at the wheezing man besides him. He had been enjoying a nice corndog at the mall's food court when he saw the strangest looking guy step out of Hot Topic. His face was unusually pale, but Terry thought that normal considering the store. That is, until the strange man started hacking and coughing, even having to grab onto a bench for support. Glancing around to the people avoiding the man, Terry sighed and set down his half-eaten corndog, getting up and walking to the man and helping him to his table to sit and relax. The man insisted he was okay and didn't need help despite his harsh coughs.
"I know a sick person when I see one," Terry merely mumbled as he handed Suedo a milkshake. "Here. This should help cool down that throat of yours. It'll at least taste good." Suedo tried to argue again. Or say thanks. Honestly, the teacher couldn't understand what he was saying. Must've been the effects of his cold.

Ronan massaged his temples with his index and middle fingers, staring down at the nearly unconscious man splayed out on his couch. This had seriously been a mistake- but it wasn't Ronan's fault, he thought that this guy had been afflicted by a curse! He had been trailing some demon witch and had watched as she bumped into some short, hunched over, jacket clad man. Almost immediately after he had tumbled into a wall and looked about ready to pass out, so it was only natural for Ronan to believe he had been hexxed. But jokes on him, because he was just some stupid idiot. How could he not recognize a fever when he saw it? He even brought the man all the way back to his office space before he noticed that this presumed curse was just some sickness! He could've nabbed that witch by now, if only it wasn't for this damned- 

The hunter sighed softly. There wasn't anything he could do about it now, and there was no way that this man would be able to return to wherever he came from in this state. He grabbed an ice cold water bottle from his mini-fridge and a decorative Hudson Bay blanket from a nearby shelf, tossing it onto the panting man and balancing the water bottle on his sweaty forehead. He plopped down onto a chair opposite of the couch and put his chin on his hand, staring at the flushed face of the much-too exhausted looking man. Ronan had no clue how to deal with sickly people, but there was no way he could've just left him on the streets. And so, he would wait, and then once this whoever was good enough to get up Ronan would kick him out and go catch that witch.

He let out a deep sigh, one of concern and a bit of annoyance. How did he get himself in this situation? Could he get out of it? Should he just be a good person and help him? As reluctant as he was, he tended to the feverish man in his bed. Putting the back of his hand to his forehead, he flinched back at the heat. Yep. Definitely a fever. He placed a cooling patch on his head, seeing the man's face scrunch up at the sudden difference of temperature. He continued to sigh again, leaving the room for a moment to the kitchen to prepare the man some food.

"Do I still remember how to make this? Shouldn't be too hard."

With food done, he placed the bowl of porridge on the nightstand next to the stranger's bed. Leave and come back with some water, and he should be fine when he wakes up. Yuuto just hoped that he would recover soon so that he didn't have to take care of him anymore. He had better things to do than to watch over a sickly man. At least, he thought so. 

She was always on call. Her number was basically next to 911, and her lines were always open. Pacify would attend to any kind of emergency, no matter how small. That’s what being a hero was, right? Do omg a good thing, even if it seems meaningless, or inconvenient.

She didn’t expect to be called for such minor things, like holding someone’s hair back while they threw up, but... alright.

Thought the situation didn’t seem like she needed it, she wore her suit anyway. There could be danger on the way, and besides, her secret identity couldn’t be revealed. She knocked on the door of the house; and when no one answered, she invited herself in.

“hello?” She called. Pacify was greeted by a loud groaning from what seemed to be the bathroom.

The poor kid was just puking his guts out. He didn’t look super good, curled up over the toilet, and as soon as she opened the door; another wave of nausea passed over him, and he retched. Hurriedly, she pulled back his hair, and tied it up with a scrunched she kept on her. As he spat, she rubbed his back.

“Aw, bud...” she crooned. “I’m sorry. This always sucks. Even I get sick sometimes... no, don’t feel bad about calling me. I’ll have to go if there’s a robbery or something, but just take your time, okay? Don’t worry about that.”

 She softly pat his shoulder after the heaving stopped. “I’ll get you some water.”

(ngl i see you everywhere)

Vincent's lip curled in distaste when the woman? Robot? whatever the hell she was let out a wet cough. He tucked them into the bed with a forced smile, before immediately retracting when she sneezed loudly, turning his head away to prevent getting germs in his mouth. "I'm too old for this..." He muttered grumpily, placing a glass of water next to her head, on the bedside table. "I'll be back in a few hours."

(Poor Vincie oml )

"Sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick. :) So, so sick. :) That's not good. Not one bit. :)" hummed Smiley as he stood at the foot of Vincent's bed. "It's given you such a big frown. :) But you were frowning before that, right? :) You don't wanna smile at anyone, not at all. No effort in it, not at all. :) And that's bad. That's very, very bad. :) But don't worry, I'll take care of you! :) I'll help you get to know me so you can put effort into a nice, big smile. :) And I know just how to do it. :)"
Smiley walked away for a brief moment before finding his "medicine".
A chainsaw roared to life from the other room.

AHHH Oh heck run Vincent!!

"Excuse me, are you okay? You don't look so well." Of course, it was really hard to tell if the man was sick or not with a paper bag on his head, but the way he was stumbling made Sam worried. What if he wasn't in shape to make it home? "Do you want some help? Oh shoot, don't fall! Here," Sam threw the man's arm over one of his sholders and wrapped a wing around him. "Is there anyone you want me to call?" He whipped out his cellphone, "I can't leave you here... Jesus why do you smell like blood? Are you bleeding?"

Lol, it's probably Vincent's

"Being sick is just the worst! Lucky for you, I know exactly what humans like when they're not feeling well!" chirped the seal girl, ignoring the fact that this "human" had wings and a tail. To Marina, any bipedal creature that wasn't a seal was, almost invariably, a "human."

She plopped down on the bed beside the ailing man, her paws wrapped around a large bowl with steaming contents. There appeared to be some sort of oily liquid sloshing around inside, and a limp, dripping tentacle hung over the side of its rim.

"I bet you're just aching for something warm and comforting to fill that belly," she smiled earnestly. "I'm glad my mama showed me how to make squid n' eel soup before I left home. One of my favorites as a pup! I could almost remember all the ingredients..." She leans in and takes a big whiff, the steam curling up into her little black nose for a moment until it twitches and wrinkles slightly. "That... basically smells right!" she laughs, you think somewhat nervously. "Alllllll right, Mr. Human! Open up! Down the hatch!" 

Nicolai sat next to the bed where the little Seal layed. The Russian watched the little girl for a while. He was a doctor and yet he didn't know how to help her to get well. She had a high fever and the medication didn't seem to have any effect.

Nicolai stut up and walked up and down the room. He thoughtfully pulled his beard. The white coat he wore hung messily on his shoulders. His eyes looked tired and his lips tightened in a thin line. Then he turned to the little one again. "Maybe you have a disease that I don't know, after all, you're not human, I'll do my best to help you."

The Russian put a wet cloth on the forehead of the seal. "You're lucky that I found you, how long would you have been outside in the cold? You could have died." Nicolai put a glass of water to the mouth of the seal. Carefully, he helped her drink so she could hydrogenate.

"Aren't you a sad sight? But don't worry, I'll help!" The ghost smiled brightly as they stared down at Nicolai. The cyborg didn't seem to look too well, sitting and leaning against the wall. Who knew if he'd be up for moving on his own anytime soon. He might be a doctor, but there's not much he could do like that. It'd probably just be best to get him moved somewhere safer. Sure, Chance could call for an ambulance or something, but they honestly doubted the local hospital would be equipped for dealing with someone with such advanced cybernetics. If anything, they might do more harm than good, and that would be a shame.

"So... Uh. I'm gonna need you to keep quiet about this? Just a secret between the two of us, okay?" Chance hooked their arms under Nicolai, and with a grunt, hefted the cyborg into the air. At first, it seemed they would lose balance and fall under his weight, but they shifted his position in his arms to better support him without throwing them off-balance. "I'm a little stronger than I look, but heh, it's probably a good thing we're almost to my place, I couldn't do this for long."  It was slightly comforting that his cybernetic limbs were nearly as cold to the touch as the ghost's own skin, and hopefully he wouldn't even notice how cold they were. As promised, the trek to Chance's apartment was short, and thankfully for Chance, their room was on the first floor, so it only required a few steps at most. Even then, the ghost seemed winded by the time they got Nicolai into their living room and they dropped him onto the couch with a huff, rubbing their bracelet after.

"When you feel better, you can go, but please rest as long as you can. It's relatively safe here. I'll make you some chicken noodle soup, or something. I think we've got a can in here somewhere... It's not homemade, but I'm afraid I haven't been shopping for groceries lately..." Chance hoped he wouldn't be sick for too long, and that it wasn't too severe, but only time would tell.

Mizuki felt bad for the poor ghost. Even if they were dead, they still managed to catch a nasty cold. At the same time, Mizuki didn't want to catch it either. She had a gig on a couple days and couldn't be able to get sick. 

She wore a surgery mask and gloves as she walked over, of course the color bright pink. "Eh... here are tissues, water, a bowl of my mom's famous miso udon, and medicine." She piled everything on the table in front of them. 

The thing that ran through her mind though was, "Can ghosts even eat?"

"Oh dear," the spriggan muttered. "You aren't looking so hot. I'm guessing you don't feel too perky either, huh?" The only response he got was a shaking of their head followed by a fit of coughs and sniffles. Leif looked them over with pity before starting to grow lavender and mint at the base of Mizuki's feet. "This should help you breath a little easier, at the very least," Leif said as he finished growing the miniscule grove. "I'll be right back with some tea and my violin. Hopefully we can take your kind off of it."

I felt like writing a wrote way too much, oops.  He doesn't actually interact with Leif until the forth paragraph so feel free to skip it.

The forest was not a preferable home for Clayton.  He didn't know how to survive and the constant fear of being tracked down was eating away at him.  But werewolves were never given a choice so there he was, in the middle of a forest with no where to go back to other than a damp and cold den and in a uncomfortable and unfamiliar form.  Being a wolf was strange to him, his body did not feel like his own.  He felt like he would never get used to looking down and seeing two large brown paws.  He had only ever changed before when he was forced to.

The massive feral wolf walked through the brush and trees, his head pointed downward somewhat and his nose working to find something to feed himself.  It was a pleasant day and the sun shined brightly down on the forest, causing streams of light between the foliage of the trees above.  The fresh breeze was refreshing and despite how much Clayton disliked living out in the wild he could not deny how much better it was to take in the clear air of the outdoors rather than the circulated air of the breeding facility.

Clayton paused at the edge of the forest and looked out into a small clearing.  The grass was overgrown and patches of flowers and weeds were speckled all over.  He lifted his head, the sunlight glinting off of the thick metal collar around his neck as he did.  He was fearful of meeting any humans, and for good reason.  If he was caught and dragged back it meant death for sure.  He sniffed the air, taking in everything he could before stepping out into the open.  He could not pick up any unnatural scents and hesitantly walked out.

He would have made a beeline for the other side where the forest started again if he hadn't realized he wasn't alone.  He froze like a deer caught in the headlights, his wide grey eyes set on the creature before him. He looked stiff and flighty, like any second he would bolt.  Maybe it was his training in the medical bay back 'home' or maybe it was the animalistic instincts of needing a pack bleeding into his nature from his wolf form, whatever the reason was, Clayton paused and noticed the creature looked tired and unwell.  They were a bit strange to him.  They had a human frame but mixed with a deer of some sort.  They also didn't seem to be of flesh and blood.  Clayton had no idea what he had come across but what he could easily tell was this was not a human.

He huffed and shook his head when a firefly landed on his nose.  He blinked a few times, somewhat confused, it wasn't night time why would a firefly be out now?  No matter. there were other things to worry about.  Clayton's ears dropped down and he whined softly but he could not form words as a wolf.  He shifted his weight somewhat, looking uneasy and unsure.  He sighed deeply before his body started to shift.  Fur became shorter, eventually sinking into flesh and disappearing completely.  As it did his form changed from wolf to humanoid.  He gasped from the pain of it, it seemed like his body would never get used to the changes.  He kneeled down and breathed deeply, taking a few moments to recover.  He stood up and noticed his hands were shaking and quickly hid them in the pockets of his hoodie.  He looked away from Leif, avoiding eye contact.

"Um... are you alright?" He muttered, his voice was so low it was nearly a whisper. "Do you need anything? Maybe I could help?" He offered. He managed to speak a little louder now and he smiled somewhat but still did not look them in the eye.

It had been a long time since Roy had taken care of someone on his own. Lately his servants would rush ahead of him to tackle any problem for fear of it being a trap or ambush, and even now it took a great deal for the king to assure the others that Clayton wasn't out to get him. There was an air to him, a calm, selfless air. He had seen the man through the shadows, picking up medical supplies for what was undoubtedly his job when he collapsed from the very sickness he must have been prepping for.
He seemed reactive to Roy's help, but avoided his eyes anytime he looked in his direction. He couldn't blame him. This was definitely a suspicious situation to be in, but the king only smiled lightly. "You're dedicated to come all the way here for simple supplies. Once you get better we'll help get those products to where you need them."

Rhodes had originally panicked when he first saw the man unconscious outside, fearing he had contracted some fatal illness or worse. Fortunately, upon further inspection, it was only something minor, something that could be quickly fixed, especially with his kind of knowledge.

He looks down on the man he had brought back, stirring a concoction of medicine before placing it down on the nightstand next to his bed. "I don't know if you're sleeping or just pretending right now. This is weird, I'm sorry." He shifts to the side. "If you can hear me, you should drink what I made. Your body can probably fight off whatever you have without too much issue, but this will shorten the time and lessen undesirable symptoms." Rhodes awkwardly waits for a reply, and when there's none, he just looks to the side with a nervous smile. "Ah... I should probably just leave a note, huh?" Curse him and his want to care about everyone. He hopes the man gets well soon and doesn't harbor any hard feelings towards him.