Your OC Takes Care of the OC Above

He comes across a muscular man who appears to happen to have the head of a rat, at least thats what he thinks. His first instinct is to run away out of fear, but after another glance he notices that something is wrong. The man looks slightly weak and tired, contrary to his sturdy stature. Silver feels a sense of concern. He really wants to act tough and just ignore the guy altogether, maybe even giggle at him, but something urges him not to. Rather out of fear or guilt, after much hesitation he slowly approaches him. He shakes a little before tapping him on the shoulder, no response is heard. He continues to tap, but still no response. He thinks for a moment that the guy is dead, but he can hear heavy breathing echoing from the mask. He makes the decision to slowly yet surely drag him over to the nearest hospital.

Due to his own weak physical ability, he struggled a lot getting there, but after lots of breaks and motivation he finally made it. He notices at the end that when they finally reach their destination that the man is awake, although barely. He tries to communicate with him, asking if he can get up in a try hard tough guy any responses, he can get are incomprehensible though. He gets frustrated knowing he can't explain to the people inside the hospital himself since Silver happens to look and sound like a little kid. He somehow manages to get inside an empty hospital room from the outside and come back with medication he managed to steal. He gives the meds to the guy. The man after a couple minutes manages to finally gain full consciousness and even starts to speak a little.

Before Silver can listen to what he has to say, he gets frightened and with a scared/angry expression, sprints as fast as he can away from him. Inside he feels a little proud, but he's still scared of that man for whatever reason though.

( a lol explanation I’d bet they got there through sitting outside toxins facility )

Toxin was going around the outside of his facility  for a breath of fresh air when he stumbles upon silver fraily laying against  one of the walls of the facility.

Toxin walks up to the creature inspecting to see if Sliver was still alive.

“How interesting, in such a frail sate you are still able to keep your eyes open?, allow me to lend you hand” toxin stretches out his hand to the creature that seemingly was shaking in fear beneath him.

“Hmm no response?, that’s fine I won’t hurt you trust me, you are to wean at the moment to be helpful towards my research no need to fret”

this time he didn’t wait for a response and pulled the white furred creature into his arms, swiftly picking him up into a almost bridal style carry.

“Put me down please” the wolf said in a slightly calmer voice then expected.

“Haha, fraid not in the condition your appearing to be in you’ll die without my help”
toxin giggles a little to himself as he moves his tail to grab his keycard and press it against the facility door.

the door opened slowly revealing  a dark long hallway. Toxin looks down at the creature in his arms as he softens his steps to make sure that the animal doesn’t feel more discomfort.

“If it’s alright for me to ask, what’s your name? I don’t want to keep calling you creature” A low giggle erupting from him once again.

“silver…..” silver getting more used to Toxins aura begins to realize that toxin is there to help.

Toxin opens a door to a room looking like a mad scientists lab silver worries what has happened in this room previously. Toxin sets down silver on a metal desk (one you’d probably see in a nurses office but more mental)

“You seem to be having quite the nasty cold, or maybe even disease hah maybe I could help cure it if that’s the case” toxin says as silver watches him search through his drawers of empty Syringes and cotton balls.

“What, has happend in this room and why are you helping me?” Silver asks as he gingerly presses his hand to his arm.

“I enjoy helping people, apologies if it doesn’t seem that way I’m… not used to… caring to someone outside of… my line of work”

Toxin tends to silver for a while and creates a make shift bed for silver to sleep in as he recovers

If this is off character i am so sorry <3 Well toxin was out collecting resources for his experiments, He stumbled upon a extremely rare type of Toxic, He had stepped to close without realizes and the fumes released into the air. Quickly causing him to grow sick. Realizing he hides himself within a bush to recover growing weaker by the moment. Soon only 15 minutes after, Large footsteps grow near "round here? but I don't see anyo- wait, there they are," The bush parts to see a very tall & muscular cow man, with small flowers in his hair, a satchel, and dried herbs hanging from his belt. "Ah the flowers told me you would be here hiding, stumbled upon something you shouldn't have huh? That's much alright I have just the right herbs for you," The bush closes leaving toxin to himself in the bush, Toxin now curious and startled parts the bush himself to look out. seeing this man sitting down going through his satchel, Pulling out a Motor & pestle, jars of herbs and strange substances pulled straight from nature. He starts to crush some herbs together, throwing in some purple berries making it into a dense paste. Flowers popping from the ground and growing around him. Toxin Intrigued comes out of the bush to watch and study, Still very weak. "Ah don't push yourself, You may lean on me for balance if needed Traveler." "I am Not a traveler, I am a scientist." toxin exclaims a little insulted. "ah, Yet you are, Travelers are on a quest, to find something or explore. You explore your research in order to find things do u not? in your own way, you are." Mishka Sweetly says well the flowers almost seem to coo around him. "I suppose when you out it that way," Toxin Accepts his new title of traveler, only this once as he needs to save his energy. "here, Your medicine, Take it if you wish, or dont. The poison will paralyze you waist down though within the next hour. and please, do be gentle with the flowers and herbs when you pick them. They have their own emotions sir," The gentle giant scrapes his medicine into half of a empty coconut bowl, with a small widdled wood piece inside to scoop with, putting his items neatly back into his bag. He stands up and without words walks away, A small trail of flowers growing behind him as he walks off into the distance and away from the Vibrant scientist.

THATS SO CUTE!!!  
vvv   I adore that actually ^^   vvv

Weevil fluttered around the fallen giant worriedly, observing his surroundings for any clue as to what could have happened here. The makeshift camp, if the lush clearing of flowers could be called that, seemed not well lived in. Weevil estimated that it must have only been slept in for a night, and turned back to the sleeping body. They had an unhealthy pallor, their breathing was ragged, and their thick ginger hair stuck to the corners of their face. They must be sick, he concluded, moving to continue on his trek.

Before he had finished walking across the clearing, he paused and turned back towards the gently breathing giant. He sighed heavily, realizing that helping the stranger would be the right thing to do, regardless of how it would derail his afternoon.

Were Mishka to wake up within the next hour, he’d find himself laying on a comfortable mattress that smelled of new books and lavender, being taken care of by three winged librarians and one tired six armed librarian, gently feeding him herbal medicines, and casting simple comfort spells. Weevil would tell him that he can stay as long as he’d like, and the Multi-Azygos’ library doors are always open for him to stay. 

"Best to do well by my guests, right?" Aminia chattered on to N'arfi. She looked back at the viera, no doubt curious. It wasn't every day she had the opportunity to serve... an animalman, she wanted to call him. She felt it rude to comment on such a thing, though, and simply carried on with her attempt at conversation. "You weren't looking right when they found you, you know. I hope it's fine that I hold you until my lord can take a proper look at you. Him or the doctors, whenever they arrive."

Come to think of it, maybe it was about time for an appointment of her own. She supposed she would have to discuss that with her aforementioned lord first, but then again wasn't sure how much he would care. He likely would have been more concerned for N'arfi.

Aminia worked in the kitchen. She was no cook, not in the slightest, and so she wasn't going to try. That wasn't her job, anyway! Instead, she poured grapefruit juice into a glass, and returned to the waiting room where she had seated N'arfi. She passed the glass across the coffee table towards him, and then promptly returned to bustling around.

"Just-- Well, you know, if you are sick, don't be coughing on me or anything." she said to him, as she soon settled on a nearby chaise, "I mean, I don't know where you've been! But, this should help, I think."

“Lady Jeannet, are you sure this is all really necessary…?” Bow said as he balanced a stack of blankets and a hot tea pot in either hand. “Really I think you just have a common cold!”

Due to her rather luxurious lifestyle, Aminia only wanted the best treatment possible for her illness. And somehow Bowman had gotten stuck playing servant as he was responsible for taking her out on his latest excursion across the seas. Though it really was just your run of the mill cold as neither were prepared for the cold weather to roll in as quickly as it did, Aminia was used to recieving only the finest care from her usual servants. 

As she lay under at least three blankets, letting out a pitiful cough every now and then, Bowman wondered how much longer it would be for her subordinates to arrive to the dock. He expected a scolding for letting Aminia get “oh so ill” but he was running out of arms and he couldn’t possibly keep playing errand boy for her. They only had so many pillows on the little boat!

After a Boatcrash due to Flaws with a boat that Bowman had borrowed, he found himself Washed upon a shore, the scraps of the boat Seemingly loosely Thrown up from the shore around him.

“Ah your awake.”
bowman hears this gentle Yet Pristine voice from above him, looking up he sees the face of a smiling Half Tiger half Man Hybrid.

“Our Water Defense found you shortly after you had crashed, you seem to have gotten sick from all your water intake, but your body appears unharmed as our Water yokai found you fast enough!”

Bowman sits up To see that he was laying on a nice hand made Blanket-esc Towel and that he appears all cleaned up from any possible sand or seaweed from the water.

“I doubt the crash was your error though? You seem to be a sailor and a capable one at that. I simply hope no one else was on board as we haven’t found them.” the White tiger Exclaims nervously

“Your welcome to stay here as long as you wish! But we request you stay till your all healed up. I’ve been Assigned to you, erm.. when u wish to go home We have a Boat for you. It’s nothing like your nice Modern boat but we hope it suffices!”
The tiger seems to be in awe Of the outfit Bowman is wearing, 

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Hope this is acceptable ^^

I tried but I was scared of going out of character for bowman! I adore his character and his design is so cool!!

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AAAA NO THATS ON CHARACTER!! I love that!! Tysm!!! ^^

(Hey if I get somethin wrong lemme know >:0

War was a weird time for everyone. Even for those who dedicated their life to it. Like Mandragora, who considered the battle field much much more enjoyable than the temple she often found herself trapped in by the orders of house Randrag. She wasn’t one to complain, no one would listen after all, especially when it came to matters of job assignments.

She had acted out recently, not followed an order to the T. So she was on guard duty, this time for an important part of the war effort. A general, helping in sieging Mandragora’s home. Looked kinda like a beast man, but too human.

She pitied him, kinda. Not too much as he had been attack her sisters and the city not a day earlier. But she didn’t like too much the fact that the blood runes cut at his hands when he touched the bars. He had placed himself on the opposite wall, not allowed a bed for fear of hiding tools or shives. Only having the black steel room and the bars. 

Mandragora but I to her contraband. Fruit cake, taken from a destroyed stall. Her gaze locked onto the prisoner’s steely eyed gaze. She had come to an annoying realization then. He had eaten only salted meat. A single helping mind you. But the horrible and way too salty meat that was closer to soup was all the man had had.

Looking down at her fruit cake she growled. Damn it all. She had the dish too many times before, the meat which had burned its horrid taste into her brain like a branding iron. There was about half of the cake left…yeah. Tearing off a sizable chunk she threw it through the bars of the cell and onto the face of the prisoner. As it landed into his lap with a soft thump mandragora just took another bite of the delicacy (to her) and watched the general “eat” she commanded through stuffed mouth 

     "W-What the hell?!" Ken jumped back and dropped his grocery bag when he saw Mandragora. What was that? Some kinda... barbarian... elf... She wasn't human! What was she doing here, anyway? And why did she look sick?! Whether she was scouting for something or looking for someone to help with her war, he didn't know. All he knew was that he had been walking home from a long rehearsal and suddenly saw her in the neighborhood! At first he considered calling the police, but when he didn't have any signal he growled and decided to take care of things himself.

     "Listen here!" spouted the pop star. "You even TRY to steal anything or attack anyone here then-then you'll have to go through me!" Part of him, the part that saw how much more muscular she was, told him this was a bad idea. He hesitated, though, when he noticed a sluggish reply. It was like one word, and he couldn't really understand what it meant, but he definitely understood the tone. That was the tone of someone sick, just like he'd thought earlier.

     Ken pursed his lips then went back to pick up his grocery bag, digging around until he found something, and handed it to her. "Here. I was gonna use it but maybe you need it more." It was over-the-counter allergy medicine. He felt his starting to act up, and hell, maybe Mandragora didn't even HAVE allergies, but it was all he had.

Sometimes being a police officer meant you were in danger. Though she wasn't exactly an officer for the city, she had been taught time and time again that there would be times when her life would be at stake and there would be times when another officers life was on the line and it'd be her job to help out. 

She didn't know Scott, nor had she ever seen his face. She did, however, recognize the outfit he wore and the badge he had on his attire. Apparently there had been some kind of altercation between both Scott and a not so favorable person, leaving the former a nasty shot in the leg. She had only witnessed the fire arm going off and the officer tumbling over, but that was more than enough to side with him and hurry to his side. Helping women was her priority, but anyone in trouble was good enough. That and.. Scott was a fellow enforcer and protector to the people.

Wipping her own pistol out in one fluid motion, she points it after the assailant, prepared to get confrontational, but.. finds that he's getting away in the slew of people growing concerned with the injury situation. Without missing a beat, she turns and drops to her knees beside Scott, ensuring her gun is scooted nearby but not too close. "U-uhm, hi! Thank goodness he didn't decide to shoot anywhere else. But I'll bet that hurts really bad." Whilst she speaks, she begins to shred a portion of her own shirt. It'd be used to tie the wound and cut off the circulation in a moment. "You were really admirable handling him, though. E-er, what I saw of it.. anyway."

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Perhaps Empress had been working too many shifts and many long hours helping her girls. But her fever wasn't going away, in fact it lingered and was starting to take over. She was simply making her way back home when she perhaps almost faint from exhaustion? And to her surprise Rylex was just around the corner and saw her about to collapse over. He rushes towards her with great speed and urgency! Just to catch her in time before she hit the hard cement. She was in between his arms, him looking down at her, she looking up at him. The officer only caught a glimpse of concern from the soldier's eyes for a split second before he turned his face into a bright smile; showing off them pearly whites! He was surely much happier he caught her too! "Ooohhhh Miss Empress... You don't look well." He places his wrist on her forehead then nods. "Oh gurl... You is running a fever! Sweet lil thing like you should be at home resting. No need to be out 'n about work'n so hard miss!" He scoops her off her feet and effortlessly into his arms and carries her. "You is okay now missy. You is in good hands. You is wid Rylex! Let Rylex take you home miss."

Okay so Enya was definitely not prepared to be suddenly taking care of a random man she had found unconscious in the middle of the forest. Especially not a man in some sort of uniform that screamed "military" at her. She was able to hoist the much larger man over her shoulders easily, running off to run down shack she had seen earlier in the night. She set him down a bit roughly, never quite sure of her own strength, before she moved to make sure he was indeed still alive and breathing. While his breathing was a bit slow, his heart was still pumping as it should and he seemed to be pretty alright, for the moment.

And so she went to make sure he was uninjured from whatever had happened to him, relieved that the most pressing matter was a few scrapes on his face and a small warmth on his cheeks. She wasn't sure how feverish he really was, and looked around for anything that could help her. There was wood and more wood. At least she could start a fire and wait for the mystery man to awaken, and so she did, Rylex stirring a few moment later as she turned towards him, leaning over him as his eyes blinked open.

"You're awake!" She said, a small smile of relief on her face as she moved the back of her hand to his forehead, and then cheek, feeling that it had already cooled considerably. "Man, for a second I thought you might be dead." She joked with a small laugh. She scooted away from him, perhaps a bit closer to where her weapons were perched on the ground. He was a random, large, man she had found passed out in the forest in the dead of night, after all.

     Terry stood over the slumped girl sitting at the curb of the store. What a weird getup. It reminded him of Street Fighter, a little, and she looked strong enough to be in it. Convention in town?
     He scratched his chest and drank from his giant gas station jug. Normally he'd have more brains than to stop and help out some random person in the city, but with her getup he got the impression she wasn't some thief looking for vulnerable people. Besides, look at those bags under her eyes. He could spot a few bruises too. She party too hard and get into a fight? Maybe was training with that sword next to her and went too overboard? He noticed her muttering something in that half-asleep state of hers, reminded him of energetic students that refused to sleep. Hell, maybe it's a combination of all three.

     Eventually Terry stopped gawking and held out a coffee for her. "Here," he said. "Take it. It'll wake you up enough for you to get home and crash. Make sure you get some water in you too. This corner store has some medicine, so if you want I can grab you something while you're recovering." He gestured towards her. "You got a phone? Anyone that can pick you up? You been muttering the name, uh... Kee-yo... gyro... That a friend of yours? If you know your address I can call you a taxi instead."

     Terry had his arm draped over his eyes, waiting for the pain killers to take effect before he could drive home (but not before getting his gas station burrito). A nap would help, and he could feel himself drifting off after this chaotic day... Then he heard a "pleasant" voice.

      The teacher only sighed after the verbal lashing. "The PTA meeting isn't until five, wait until then or find another classroom to rehearse in," he grumbled before grunting at the weight against his legs. He grimaced at the idea of tasting water, and was just about to voice that he didn't need a change of diet until he heard the word "steak". He paused. "... You really offering?" Even if he'd pretended to not be interested, his stomach would have ratted him out. Hell, he did a lot this week, he deserved a nice steak this Monday evening!