Your OC Takes Care of the OC Above

Rhuna looked at Saiph coldly before deciding to help him, and she did. "Lets get you fixed up.. shall we?" Rhuna mumbled before picking Saiph and lying him down on, what it looked like, a bed. "Now, wait here-" 

Rhuna sees that Saiph tries to keep going, telling her that he is fine.

"As much as I could care less about others physical health, im going to help you, like it or not." She said as she kept him down as she went to go get medications.

Saiph continues to tell her that he is fine.

Rhuna continues to help him anyway, making him take the medicines. As she does so, this action reminds her of her taking care of her own children that she has lost.

She hummed a tuna as she cared for the sick cat-person. "There... now.. let the medications take affect. I will be near by if you need anything."

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(Rhuna likes to fight with being sick and will attempt to hurt you but will eventually deal with it. Have fun! :'))

Kylin rushed over to Oliver's side, a little concerned by the pale green of the man's face. He struggled to tell the man he was there to help, as he was mute afterall. He grabbed a paper and pen, violently scribbling words onto the paper at amazing speeds, then showing the paper to the man which read, "Hey! I am Kylin. I am mute. I am going to help you :)" He then gave the man a thumbs up. Oliver coughed and scowled a little. "I'm fine. I just need to stay home and get some rest.." Kylin put on his best offended face and shook his head, shoving the paper closer to Oliver's face as if to repeat what he wrote. Then he started writing again. "What is your name?" Is what seemed to be spelled out in sloppy handwriting. "I'm Oliver, thank you for your help but I promise I can-.." He was cut off by another violent cough. 

Kylin lifted the man up and carried him bridal style to a cozy looking couch, putting him down and rushing into the kitchen. "Hey- where are you going?" Oliver croaked as he heard clanging from the kitchen...then boiling water...then the smell of chicken broth filled the air. Kylin raced back and had a paper with him that read, "Soup and tea :3 Get well soon!" After the meal was done, he brought it on a platter and placed it on the coffee table beside the couch. He put on the best happy face he could and helped Oliver sit up, clapping happily as Oliver got ready to taste the soup. "Thank you.." Oliver mumbled before blowing on the spoonful and digging in.

(sense there's nothing on their profile I'm gunna wing it, ^^ Also going to go with a creative liberty sense I'm unsure of if they r always anthro or any of that, that when injured they are small and on all fours ^^)

 After a long stressful day from work Ollie walks home, his face deep in his phone. Seeing all the things his ex-fiancé is saying about him on her social media, stressing him out further. Its quite hot out for it being so late. He sets his phone in his bag and continues his trek home before hearing something shuffling in the flowers next to him.
"Hello...? Is anyone There..?" He watches intently, worried there may be a rabid stray dog hiding away, or perhaps a Squirrel with rabies, hes seen those crazy stories. Before he could think of any other answers a small meek looking axolotl crawls out from the flower bed, looking quite dried up. "What.." He pauses for a moment before understanding the situation. The recent heat waves must of dried this poor guy up, and in general what the heck is a axolotl doing out of the water? did his mud pool dry up? do axolotls even live round here? Doesn't matter. He needs to help the little guy. Quickly pulling out his water he pours some onto the little on scooping him up and rushing home. Running just round the block to his apartment, Filling up a bowl of water for him and setting the axolotl in. "Omar! Buddy I'm home! Come quick!" A small child comes running to the kitchen to find his dad with the small blueish grey creature. "Dad dad!!! what is he what is he?" The small boy cried excitedly to his father. "Can we keep him? can we can we!! Pleaseeee! Is it for me?" Omar sticking his hand in the bowl in attempts to grab the lethargic axolotl.
"Nono! hands off! You cant touch it! Its like a fish! Or a frog if a frog cant come out of water! I found him on my way home. I don't know if we can keep it though buddy, lets just make sure we keep him safe for now okay? Lets fill up the bathtub, how's that?" Ollie picks up the bowl handing it to Omar. "Okay!!!!" Omar runs carefully to the bathroom not wanting to drop the baby.

They fill up the tub and for a little bit Ollie gets quite concerned the little axolotl wont make it, Ollie on the other hand excited to have his very own pet, making sure to spoil the little guy. Ollie dumping all of their bath toys in with the small creature to share, Ollie Quickly stopping Omar from "Sharing" his bubble bath soap.
"buddy how about we get you to bed and you can play some more with him after school tomorrow hm? Hows that!" Ollie asks Omar, planning on going to the pet store to find a new axolotl assuming this one wont make it. Omar Excitedly agrees going to sleep excited over his new friend. Ollie on the other hand sits next to the tub staring at the axolotl that seems to be staring right back at him.
"What do you want? I'm tryna help you little guy, I'd love if you'd make it, my son needs a friend."
The Axolotl tilts their head.
"Hes not a,,, a normal kid, Yknow? He talks to himself a lot and doesn't fit in with the other kids. He claims he has these,, "friends." They are all imaginary though.."
Ollie rambles off talking to the axolotl, little to his knowledge knowing the small one can hear his every word. Trailing off for so long that he falls asleep next to the tub out cold.

Waking up the next morning he feels eyes on him, looking up to see two big ol eyes starin straight at him. "GAH, WHAT IN-" 
Before he could do anything else he gets shushed by a big slimy finger well the other hand of the thing before him points to a sleeping Omar, snoozing on his lap.
Quickly figuring out what's happening, or so he thinks. The Axolotl has grown? Omar must have snuck in last night, and The axolotl is just fine. supposedly.
The Axolotl points to a notebook on the counter gesturing for Ollie to give it to him. Grabbing it and handing it to them, along with a pen with a little dinosaur on top.
'Im Kylin! Thank you very much for saving me!' Kylin wrote upon the page.
"I.. I see, Your welcome, S-sorry for acting.. off here, I'm just a little off put."
'Its alright I understand! What's your name? I Know his name is buddy!'
"oh, nono his name is Omar, I just call him buddy.. I'm, I'm Olive but you can call me Ollie,, I am, Im sorry for rambling to you last night, if you remember that. I'm not quite sure what's happening..."
'Yes, I do! Its alright I'
Kylins writing is interrupted by a sleepy Omar waking up with a big stretch before screaming and hugging Kaylin, Practically squeezing them.
"Hello Big friend!! Hello!!! Hello!!! Im Omar!! Hello!!" Omar excitedly repeating himself
"okay calm down calm down!! Buddy, chill!!" Ollie practically pries them off Kylin. Patting his head.
"Uhm, Buddy this is Kylin, This is the little guy we rescued last night. Its turns out dad was wrong and we cant keep him! He... Hes a person Like us, I'm pretty sure! He has his own little life. He cant stay."
"awwww... okay. Can he stay a little while...?" Omar looks up at Kylin as Ollie starts to speak to shut this down Kylin quickly scribbles out
'I can stay a little while! We can play! that's alright!!!' Without hesitation Omar runs to his room grabbing a bunch of toys and brings them back to play with, dinosaurs, dolls, etc! along with some,, horror,, figures? Nonetheless, the two play for quite the while. Ollie cooking them food calling both him and Omar in from work and school respectively for the day. Kylin & Omar Playing the rest of the day away.

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Okay so I wrote a wee bit... I hope u enjoy what I managed to do tho!! I can absolutely redo it if this is completely out of character or anything, I did what I could. !!

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For the next person You can do Ollie or Omar!
Omar Ideas,
Omar is a little kid with "gifts" being able to see and hear ghosts, He tries really hard to get along with other kids but hes quite,, "tainted" by his ghost friends. His dad is very busy so he keeps to himself listening and playing with older ghosts such as A old Victorian lady or a nice businessman from the 70s. So a very cool idea would be for a ghost to help him or take of of him when hes sick, when his dad is not around. Another kid at school takes care of him and helps him out! whatever u wish. Just have fun and don't be afraid to write my character! Don't stress about going off character.

Captain noticed the tired looking man sitting on a bench outside a coffee shop while going for a walk. He could tell that he wasn't in the best of shape, instantly realizing the look on his face as fatigue. He wandered over, striking a conversation, but as he got closer he noticed more clearly the dark eye bags under Haneul's eyes.
"Long shift?" Captain sat nearby. Not right next to Haneul though.
"Sorry, I'm just assuming it's work because that's always the case for me. I'm always tired because of it." He placed his hand on the bridge of his nose and furrowed his brow.
A moment passes, "You know what," he says as he stands up.
"I'm feeling nice today, I'll get you something from in here. Anything, take your pick." He stands up and gestures towards the coffee shop near the both of them.
"I know all too well how being too tired to do anything feels." He says, smiling slightly.

(Sorry if it's not very good hehe, I really wanted to try it but I might not have done very well.)

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Captain doesn't get super sick, mostly just getting hurt a lot. If he does get sick though he gets really tired, more than usual. :)

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Aa! I love it! Thank you for responding!! :D

Desmond noticed while dwelling in the forest, a hurt individual who seemed tired. He rested against a tree bark, sweating as though he ran a marathon... Nikleus felt pity, though Desmond felt empathy instead.
Leave him be. Nik commented in his head, though Desmond refused to listen to this voice, he frowned and approached the figure. At first the man looked startled, he didn't jolt or anything, just stared at Nikleus wide-eyed as though he did not expect anyone to be so deep into this section of the land. "Hey! Hey... Are you alright?"

Captain seemed annoyed at the question, he gives no response to it. Even preparing to walk away, but Desmond budged. "You are. Hurt." He huffed out his nose as he placed a hand on his shoulder, feeling mutual feelings because Desmond hates being pushed away.
The man shook his arm, shaking away Desmond's grasp. He couldn't take it anymore, this person was hurt and was refusing help, if he keeps on with those wounds he'll get an infection! Desmond was inclined to help, it was in his blood, he couldn't just leave a bleeding man in the road just because they said no. He gently took Captain's wrist, wrapping his hand around it, then dragged him back to the nearest tree stump.
Desmond was the type of man who would bring bandages and wraps anywhere he went, he was usually compared to with a mother.


James though, was still stubborn, trying to push Desmond away, but he remained stoic, giving him a serious but concerned expression, "Stay. Stay, you need it. Please."
It was clear to James that there was no pushing this man... He sighed, crossing his arms and letting him bandage his wounds. Although reluctant, he knew he needed it..

Nikleus can’t get sick, but he is mentally ill asf, gets lonely a lot and also gets hurt a lot

also npp! I would have done better but I was actually caught by my parents being past my bedtime 💀

Aww I love it SMMM, It is actually very in character :0, thank you sm for responding!!

(Just a note, I don't really write often, so I apologize of things don't make sense! I tried my best to keep Nikleus in character, but let me know if there's anything you'd think would be best to change!)

Atticus sighed as he bent down to grab some more firewood, his other arm clung around a handful that he had picked up priorly. He decided that this was the last one he would gather for the time being, he needed to head back to the village to help Ms. Kinnley before the sun sets this evening. Atticus tried peering through the forests canopy above him to get a glimpse of the sun's position, yet he had no luck. He ruffled his thick, fluffy hair as he groaned, the lack of sleep was beginning to get to him, and he could feel his stress levels rising. Regardless, he didn't have the time to care for these needs of his.

The werewolf turned on his heel as he began his route back to his village, quickly catching a glimpse of strange movement far off behind some trees. He halted, confused and intrigued from what it could have been. He glanced between his path and the figure, it wouldn't hurt to check it out, he thought to himself.
With the clump of wood still residing in the clasp of his arm, he began to gallop through the forest's natural curvatures of the land and fallen trees. The crunching sound of the red and orange leaves that had fallen only recently were quickly tuned out behind him.

As Atticus slowed, the quick sharp breaths being slightly louder than his normal breathing, he turned his attention to where he had noticed the movement. There sat.. some guy. Atticus' ears slightly leaned back, the confusion plastered on his face, as he was trying to figure out what a human was doing in this part of the region. Or.. were they human? He honestly couldn't tell, the smell of them was very different.

Atticus blinked and noticed the guy was holing onto his side, something had to be wrong. The carniform took a deep inhale to muster up his courage. "Are- You okay?" he asked, taking a step forward, his hand slightly touching the bark of the tree beside him.
The only response that was given was a stare. They probably heard Atticus approaching beforehand, the person didn't seem all too startled.
Atticus bit the inside of his cheek, slightly glancing over to the deeper side of the woods, in case there were trappers hiding. What if was a trick? He shook his head, it would've been silly to use someone as bait. The fluffy man pointed to the direction of where the guy was holing, "Did something happen there?"
Nikleus looked down at his mid torso, slightly unclasping his hands to show blood spilling from a gnash. Atticus eyes shot wide, dropping the wood that was holing onto until then, slightly taking steps forward, until realizing that he might alarm them. "Do you mind if I come take a look? I usually know a bit about this stuff and I feel like I can help."
Nikleus stared at Atticus, his eyes and face seemed tense from holding in the pain. "I guess."
Atticus rushed over, his ears back completely now. He hovered his hand over the inflicted area, the shirt seemed to have been ripped from whatever happened and pieces of the cotton was stuck to the dried blood on top of the open wound. Atticus grimaced, no matter the type of wound, whether he's use to it or not, it was always shard to look at, he felt awful for the people to go through pain.
"I actually have bandages on me, I usually carry them around. I was just waiting to.. catch my breath." Nikleus huffed, that sentence alone seemed to have drained his energy. Regardless, he reached into his pocket and gingerly brought it over to Atticus, handing it to him. Atticus nodded, carefully wrapping his hand around the bandage so that he could apply it. Just before beginning to wrap, Atticus hesitated, catching a glance at a flower near the bottom of a tree trunk. His ears pricked up, almost exited to have remembered what it was. "One moment."

He placed the bandage onto the ground and skipped over to the plant. "It's dried," he whispered lowly, with a smile slightly formed upon his face. He placed his claw onto the bottom of it's stem, almost sawing it away to break it off. He could feel the eyes of the injured stranger that sat behind him, but he tried to pay no mind to it.
He quickly peeled the plant, showing a white stem under the beige coat. Atticus whipped around and rushed back, a toothy grin plastered on as he offers the plant to Nikleus. A slight pause and an awkward quietness between the two was exchanged.

"Oh!," he softly chuckled, placing his finger on his jaw out of slight embarrassment. "This is marshmallow root, usually you want to apply it, but eating it is fine, too. It help wounds heal and fight inflammation, I figured it would be helpful in your recovery." Nikleus stared, eventually reaching up and slowly grabbing it from Atticus. "Also, don't worry, it doesn't really have a taste to it when consumed this way," Atticus added, as he walked around to where he left the bandages.

Atticus slightly moved the bottom of the ripped shirt upwards to get it out of the way, Nikleus flinched and bit into the root. "Sorry," Atticus apologized, he was trying to be as careful as possible.
As Atticus wrapped the gnash on Nikleus' side, the man sat there chewing on the root like the werewolf had advised him to do. The forest was beginning to grow dark, the sun beginning to set, and Atticus would definitely be unable to make it back to the village in time to help Ms. Kinnley. Nonetheless, he felt like the detour was worth it.

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↓ Oh my god, I love that so much, it's so wholesome ｡ﾟ(*´□`)ﾟ｡ (absolutely love the little addition of Chrys popping in at the end, gave me a laugh haha) Thank you so much for the reply!!

(Hopefully this does him justice haha! I read his profile and stuff and just wanted to respond really bad haha!)

It was really only meant to be a pit stop, a quick break from her journey on elk to gods know what crazy mission she’d been assigned. Not that Illanya minded the delay too much, in fact it was a welcome pause from hours of walking and riding, spent instead assisting the townspeople of this village with some minor tasks.

She was accompanied in most of her work by a werewolf, roughly about her own age, who look a little exhausted, with a smile that looked difficult to keep up. Atticus, as informed to her by neighbors, was a man who seemed to thrive off of helping others, known to often show up where the work was needed. It was incredibly admirable, at least from what Illanya could see, but she couldn’t help but worry at the shakiness of his hands, and the anxiousness in his eyes. Surely, he would take a break soon. She thought to herself, and returned to cutting wood, focusing on her own tasks.

The interruption comes with a loud crash, and an alarmed shout. It’s enough that the knight drops the axe, and starts running towards the commotion. It doesn’t take her long to happen upon Atticus, who is sprawled on the ground underneath the storage he must’ve been carrying and a worried villager pulling boxes off of the fallen werewolf. Illanya doesn’t waste any time gawking, moving to help pull boxes clear from where Atticus was laying. Even when they’re cleared Atticus is slow to sit up, a hazy and confused look on his face. 

Crouching down, Illanya tugs a glove off, and presses her hand to the werewolf’s forehead. She immediately frowns, and turns to the villager. “Burning up… pretty badly too… how close is his house from here? He needs to rest, and be treated as soon as possible.” She says quietly, not willing to raise an alarm. The villager is quick to give her directions, and once she hefts Atticus to his feet, they make the slow trek home, with the werewolf leaning onto her shoulder for support.

They enter Atticus’ and Chrys’ shared home with little announcement or ceremony, the knight making an immediate b-line to the closest bed or couch and setting him on it. It doesn’t take her long to rummage through both her bag and their home to gather enough blankets, rags and so on she might need to help him. 

Atticus would likely wake up groggy a few hours later, covered in blankets and a cool rag against his forehead, the smell of strong tea, still steaming nearby. Illanya likely sits nearby, arms crossed over her chest, eyes closed, at least until Atticus moves and she opens them again, glancing to him and smiling. 

“Oh, I was wondering when you were going to wake up. How’re you feeling?” She ask lightly, leaning forward in her chair and reaching to take the rag from his head and dipping it in a nearby basin. The Paladin herself looks a little frazzled, her armor doffed and sleeves rolled up so that golden markings akin to tattoos are visible.

“Your sister is worried sick… nearly jumped me when she found me in here, taking care of you. Half the battle was convincing her to leave me be.” She laughs as she squeezes the rag, and sets it back on the werewolf’s head. “But, sincerely from both her and I… please do take better care of yourself. Gave everyone quite the scare.”

@ NP So technically speaking Illanya can’t truly get sick unless it’s magical, but you can mess around with that stuff OR she’s also extremely anxious and has had breakdowns relating to her aasimar form :3c just have fun with it 

(I just wanna explain this illness a bit, for this universes sake, plorbs are a magical type of jelly that can produce milk & make you very sick if unfiltered, Illanya eats some unfiltered winter plorb milk and gets the Uncommon cold, where the the whole body becomes icy and cold. It can be cured with the opposite filtered plorb milk, summer plorb milk.)

As the fox rounded the corner, They spotted a seeming blue human, who looked like they have just been in a combined snow and rain storm, ice cold water coming off of them. Deedee knew exactly what was causing this seemingly strange and unforgiving cold. The human noticed the fox, stumbling over her feet to try and reach them. ``Do you know what's wrong with me?!?`` the woman seemingly begged, Deedee quickly nodding.

``Can you just describe what you ate before you became like this?``

``A light blue bear shaped gummy called a winter plorb.``

Deedee quickly got out a glass of summer plorb milk. ``Try and see if this works, m'am!`` Deedee quickly handed it to Illanya. The woman quickly chugged it, the blue pigment slowly fading away.

``D..do you feel the warm sun, m'am?``

The woman quickly nodded, and took out some coins. ``I hope this is enough to pay for the milk!`` Deedee simply nodded and took it. ``Please rest, you'll experience harsh withdraw of the plorb milk if you don't.`` Illanya nodded and walked on, putting on a light smile.

(Sorry if I butchered the personality! ^^") (Credits to the webcomic Sparklecare hospital for the illness, I came up with my own cure for it!)

"The hell is this?" Taka grimaced while looking down at Deedee. Furry, big ass ears... This a gremlin? The ones to not feed after midnight? They're real? And sick, by the looks of it.

Someone usually so worried about things being safe seeing a man covered in scars and reeking of danger was probably the worst combo possible, and maybe that's why Deedee looked uncomfortable. Or maybe it had to do with said scarred man towering over her and grimacing. That was possible, too. It got worse when he crouched down to get eye level.

"What's wrong with ya, Squirt? Why ya shakin' like a leaf?" He eyed the canes, then looked in the direction of the nearby hospital. Furrowing his eyebrows, he let out an irritated sigh and heaved Deedee over his shoulder. "I'm takin' ya to the hospital. Ya stay put and better be grateful-- I hate goin' ta them."

"There's never been any need for us to quarrel." Otto spoke to Nobutaka, "Not that I found it... ah... you've always been a bit japing, right?" Whatever that meant. It was probably more worth being concerned over that the gangster was in Otto's parlor, flopped on the chaise with that same snarky look to him -- even if the situation meant he wasn't exactly smiling -- surrounded by paintings of landscapes and relatives donned in spring clothing.

"If you need me to, I can arrange for you to be taken home." Otto offered mildly. He inched around Nobutaka as he spoke. Perhaps their energies were evenly matched in the sense that neither of them wanted to be here, around each other. Still, the nobleman tried to be respectful. Friendly, even. "Your hounds might miss you. Though of course playing with them while you're... dripping snot might not be the best idea. Or being around them in general. Not that it matters much to me."

..Otto was the kind of person to share a hamburger with his dogs. He was covered in freaky GMO germs. And was probably making the other man's illness worse just by existing.

"I would just hate to keep you here. You don't seem overjoyed... then again, who would be?" He managed a laugh. "A cigar will at least clear your throat, won't it? Do you take flavored?"

@ NP: If you cannot access Otto's profile, please respond to Manslaughter instead!