Your OC Takes Care of the OC Above

Cecil was hesitant while he stared at the man recovering on his couch. He had been on his way home when he found him collapsed on the street! But he recognized that face. That was an infamous face from an even more infamous gang. However, he'd heard about this boy leaving the gang. Even then, the way he muttered in his sleep someone's name, and that conflicted look on his face, it made the cop wonder if he was truly bad.
Whatever the case, he had a duty to make sure he was okay. He'd given him medicine and water, so now all he had to do was wait for the young man to wake up.

Julie rushed into the kitchen. What to grab for the PATIENT? She clambered up her step stool and reached into the cabinets. Band-aids, Lucky Charms, Bug Repellant. Thea wouldn't be back till 4, so she got to take care of stuff! 

Hopping back down, Julie raced to the couch, throwing herself on the armrest and taking out the band-aids. She would be a real doctor!

Once she had "bandaged" her patient, she reached up and felt his forehead. Hot. She sat on the rug in deep thought as her patient tossed and turned, with shallow breathing. 

She could only ask the heavens for help now. She threw the Lucky Charms everywhere, making sure not to disturb the guest.

To keep away the bad buggies and mean stuff, she sprayed bug spray all around her patient, who stirred, coughing. 

"What in the.."

Alkumez approached the delicate little human, watching with a serene look on it's face. "Poor child, struck with sickness..." it hushed under its breath, followed by a string of incoherent clicking noises. 

Gathering up the girl in his arms, it cradled her tightly, stroking her fevered cheek with a long claw. The sound of its low hums, and the human's shallow breaths were all that could be heard as the creature carried her off to it's mountain lair. She would be healed in no time...

Nicolai sneaked down the hall. He shouldn't be here. Why did he want to go in the abandoned and locked building anyway? He heard a low moan. Before him lay a figure, huddled together. Very starved so that you could see the bones on the skin. It was shaking and weak, calling for help.

Nicolai knelt down and grimaced in disgust. "That can not be true," he cursed, looking at the creature. "I have to help anyway," he grumbled. The creature looked awful, as if it had sprung straight out from hell. Like a demon.

Nicolai took some bandages out of his bag, which he carried with him and  took care of the wounds. He certainly wouldn't take the creature with him. As long as he had taken care of the wounds, it wouldn't die. "I hope I'm doing the right thing," he said. He looked down. The thing didn't not move, but the pulse was clear to feel. the creature wouldn't die today.

Pixi's riding along the sidewalk on her longboard enjoying the gloomy weather.
She liked that people would generally stay indoors when there was grey skies and a cold chill in the air which gave her more freedom to ride where she wanted without so much of a risk of riding into anyone.
Or at least that's what she thought... as it happened though she ended up flying off her board and rolling onto the concrete
"VAT THE HELL!" she snaps, her Russian sounding accent was heavier when she was flustered. She didnt stay mad long though when she saw what had made her come off her board.
She saw a leg coming out from an alley way, she'd no doubt hit it with her board and that's when she came off.
She looked around the corner into the alley and saw a cyborg laying there quite frankly looking rough as hell! His skin was clammy and pale and he didnt seem too responsive.
Lucky for the cyborg though Pixi had medial degrees as she used to be a nurse, and had even worked her way up the ladder to being a surgeon before she left her job at the hospital.
She put one hand on his forehead, he felt as though if she cracked an egg on him she could make herself a fried egg sandwich!
She then pulled one of his eyes open and waved her finger in front of it to see if he'd respond.
How likely was it this was one of RED's goons? he didn't display a RED logo anywhere on his clothing. It couldn't hurt to help him could it?
There's no way she could carry him given the weight difference between the two of them... one tall muscular cyborg and a petite scrawny little thing like Pixi who was small even at her human size!
But she did have her longbord! She dragged his upper body onto the deck and then used his legs to drag him along back to the scrapyard where she lived.

Once home she took him into the warehouse where she lived and dragged his body up onto the sofa.
She put an ice pack on his head and switched on an electric fan next to him to try and cool him down and left him to go and prepare some food for him.
Chicken soup and a cup of lemon tea with honey and a dash of ginger.
He needed to rest, and take in plenty of fluids.... guess Pixi was looking after him for a few days? ... not that she minded, in actual fact it reminded her of her previous job, and that made her feel good.
She would first need to diagnose him before she could consider how to treat him though.

Alena flinched with a look of concern, as her gaze landed towards the ill woman that lay before her. She naturally rushed towards Pixi, since she was built for situations like this after all. The android scanned for the virus that resided within the woman and ran to fetch a nice, warm blanket to replace the tattered one that was currently covering Pixi, along with honey tea. As Alena helped her sit up against the headboard, she carefully handed Pixi the tea. "I-I hope this will make you feel better!" Her face flushed in embarrassment.

To put it straight, Pluto had almost no idea how to care for the tall, intimidating man curled up in front of him. Pluto knew some vague things about how to care for a cold, but never had to apply them ever. 

Recalling some of the little knowledge he's gained, he ran across the house to fetch a blanket. After cautiously draping it over the man, he ran to the bathroom where the medicine cabinet was. After a little while, he managed to remember which medicine was the right one and carefully took it back to the sick person.

"Here you go... get better..." Pluto spoke quietly, setting the medicine on a table near the man and shyly backing off.

Kenshin grumbled from besides the bed, arms crossed as he glared at the person currently occupying his comfy mattress. He was on his way home when she collapsed in front of him. He was about to walk over her and carry on with his life, but that stupid nagging conscience of his just HAD to tell him to help. He carried her to his house and set her on the bed, giving her water and over the shelf medicine. She had a fever, maybe it was just a really bad case of the flu? She better not spread it to him.
The lady was very silent, too. She seemed to understand what he said when he asked her to sit up or drink her water, but she never made small talk. Maybe it was because of the flu, or maybe it was because she was in a stranger's house? Either way, he wasn't complaining.
Ken took a cloth out of a small bowl of water and squeezed the water out of it, putting it over the woman's forehead to help her fever. Upon closer inspection, she was really pretty. Soft skin, silky hair that framed her face, emotional eyes. The pop star hesitated and quickly straightened up, glaring at the walls- anywhere but at her. "Y-You better pay me back for this when you're better," he grumbled, hiding his blush.

i got carried away XD ps dont be intimidated lol

“Shit,” Xaren cursed under his breath, racking a hand through his short hair. It was the middle of the night, the stars and moon the only things that illuminated the surrounding area. If one didn’t have his natural dark vision, only the flickering light of a passing moon beam would show a slumped figure, short red hair contrasting painfully with his pallid complexion. If Xaren left him out here the man would be food for hungry wolves. However there laid a risk with bringing him in, seeing as the unconscious man was an absolute stranger. Yet under his condition he doubted the man could get into any trouble. Letting out a deep sigh Xaren bent over and hooked one arm underneath the man’s legs and hoisted him up, his neck and arm supported by his other arm. He was tall but not surprisingly not that heavy. He also looked fairly young, his slightly tanned skin blemish free. Inside the cave was pretty musk, but dry and safe. Xaren lived in pretty squalid conditions so there wasn’t much he could do. Still, he was this far and he couldn’t back out now. With very delicate movement he set down his guest onto a straw mat that functioned as Xaren’s bed. Once he was sure the stranger’s head was properly situation on the ratty pillow he scraped together as many rags as he could and draped them over his guest’s shivering body. He looked pretty sick but hopefully with enough help he would break out of his fever induced sleep. Even under these conditioned his guest had a handsome figure, masculine but not overly so with a strong jaw and and shoulders. Xaren flushed and turned his head away, mentally scolding himself for leering at a unconscious man he didn't even know.

Nicolai didn't know what to do with the man. He had never seen anything like this before and he knew some species in the galaxy. The man had the upper body of a human and the lower body of a spider. He looked very tall and heavy. The man was badly injured and would probably not survive without any help. But how could Nicolai help him without knowing what he could do for him? He knelt down next to him and tried to speak to the person. "Can you hear me?" He asked. He tested the pupils of the unconscious man. He didn't seem to have brain injuries. That was a good sign. Nicolai was worried about the pulse. It was way too high and fast to be healthy. But he couldn't tell if it was a natural thing in the species' anatomy.

Nicolai gave the man a drug that would stabilize the body. He took a closer look at the wounds. Binding them would only help short term. The wounds weren't to deep, but the man lost a lot of blood. 

Actually, Nicolai wasn't allowed to be here. At night it was forbidden to go out.  If they find him, he would face consequences. The wounds weren't to deep, but the man lost a lot of blood. 

Nicolai bandaged the wounds and placed his transmitter next to the man. The technical device would take a good friend if him to this spot. So he could call for help without being the target himself. The man of the red guard would know it was him, that sended the signal, but he would not give away the information.

"I hope you can handle it," Nicolai wished. He hated it the let someone behind but in this situation he had no other choice. He left a note with all the important medical information behind.

"Heh, man do I remember catching my first flu," Terry chuckled to himself from besides the girl. Poor thing tried to walk around the city, even though she looked like she'd keel over any minute. Didn't even resist when he told her he was going to help her. It was simple stuff, he gave her over the shelf medicine and let her sleep in the guest bed.
When she got a stomachache, he set down a jar of pickles with a straw jutting out of it. "You'd be surprised," was all he said. Despite he himself always seeming to be sick, he knew a good few tricks. Pickles, Sprite, salt water. Half of them had quicker effects than the medicine! And even though he ate a burrito he picked up from a gas station, he still cooked her some chicken and noodle soup.
"This body of mine could care less what goes in and out at this point. "Healthy" food won't help for crap," he merely murmured when asked about it.