Your OC Takes Care of the OC Above

"Why am I doing this..." the vampire thought to himself. He stood in the kitchen, chopping up veggies and cooking broth for a soup. His friends decided to trick the human by leaving them in the middle of the forest that Eddard stayed in. They probably thought it'd be funny to leave a chronically gaming man in a natural place with no technology. Well, besides Artie's robot arms.

"I'm hungryyyyy. Why are you taking so long? You suck at cooking," Artie whines annoyingly on Eddards couch. Hearing this. Eddard stops what he's doing. The floating knife that was cutting veggies and the floating wooden spoon that stirred the soup slammed onto the counter. He didn't face the sick human, he stares at his outdated equipment and sighs loudly.

The vampire, very clearly irritated, grumbles, "If you weren't distracting me every few seconds you would have a full meal by now. You have grapes and saltine crackers in front of you, eat those if you're so hungry."

Artie groans and stretches his arms and legs across the couch, "Ughhh. I ran out of grapes and I don't want to eat these old as hell saltines-" "They're fresh," Eddard interrupts. "Yeah? Well, I'm bored too! You don't have any video games here! Or a TV, or even a up to date stereo!! What do you even do here? Read?" Artie continues.

"Yes," Eddard swipes the veggies into the soup. Artie looks horrified, fully realizing how far away from any sort of modern technology he is. The newest technology in this whole house is Eddard's fridge and his plumbing systems! Artie begins throwing a fit while Eddard comes to him with a bowl of soup, trying to hand it to him.

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NP: Eddard is frequently sick and never leaves his property/the woods! He is stubborn and allergic to everything. He is super weak! Have fun with it! Do whatever! :D

Yukime wasn't sure what to do in this situation. Most of the time she came into contact with humans, it was normally under stressful circumstances or from being summoned. 

But this time she was simply walking through the wood when she stumbled upon a manor and outside it - in a vineyard - laid an unmoving figure. Yukime looked around, wondering if this human lived with others; maybe someone would find them eventually?

She shook her head and walked up to the figure, the man had seemingly passed out, but from what Yukime was uncertain. As she kneeled down to check on the man, she realized that he wasn't human, but something else entirely. She cocked her head and gave a puzzled hum before she spoke in a quiet and calming voice, like that of a soft breeze. "Hello, are you alright?" 

No answer. Yukime hesitantly touches the body and shakes his shoulder and she hears the man groan and shifted his head. Good, he was still alive. "Are you alright? Do you need help?" she asks, but doesn't get a reply. She gives a short exhale, then goes to pick the man up, her strength contrasting to her thin figure.

It took a bit of finagling to get inside the manor, but Yukime was somehow able to with holding the man and opening the door at the same time. She carried the man over to a nearby couch and sets him down. She now notices that he was a vampire and he was suffering from an allergic reaction, his face was swollen and his hands covered in red bumps.

"Oh, you poor thing. Hold on and let me get something for you," Yukime says in a soft tone before leaving to go outside; if there was a vineyard, there should also be herbs growing around here...

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"Here, drink this," Yukime says as she hands the vampire a cup filled with tea. "It contains antihistamine and anti-inflammatory properties, it should help with your condition." She sits down on a chair and waits quietly as the man drinks his concoction and slowly, but eventually, recovers. As soon as it looks like he'll be alright, Yukime stands up, gives a nod and silently leaves.

@NP: Yukime is a being that doesn't get sick, but she can be injured. She lives in seclusion but sometimes comes down from the snowy mountains to do her "work" (aka, making contracts with humans).

     By the time Yukime would wake up, Terry would be at the log cabin, fidgeting with his cigarette while poking the fireplace to get the fire bigger. He glanced over when he noticed her moving and sat up. "About time you woke up," he muttered. "You're lucky, you know. I came here for my vacation and happened to spot you all beat up. Imagine that, me taking time out of my vacation to help someone else out. I'll want those hours back."

     He breathed out some smoke before looking back at the fire. "This place isn't popular in the summer. It was the reason I booked it for this time. You and I are the only ones here, and I guess the front desk person is on break. But if you're up and at 'em then I guess I don't need to call an ambulance." Once again, he looked back at Yukime, this time taking time to observe her appearance. "Just what are you, by the way? I thought you were a cosplayer trying to get pictures in the snow, but there's no one around that was looking for you, and that tail is definitely not fake. So what are you? And just what the hell is out there that could make someone like you keel over for a hot minute?"

He's sick most of the time bc he has a bad diet and won't change it, he probably has a migraine or a stomachache but ignoring it to get unhealthy food

"Why, why are you so bad? Aren't you supposed to be an adult!"

Due to getting sick because of what Iowa would call "bad habits," Terry gets to be told off by a small teenager. Iowa unfortunately believes in pushing one's body to the peak of perfection, whatever that may mean in their twisted mind. However, she also has a kind nature, wanting to take care of others. This combines into a weird mix of Iowa flexing on Terry how cool she is, while doing their best to tend to Terry's needs. At least, she isn't too verbal about what she thinks. It just shows in her dirty looks and bouncing around th house.

The child willingly does the chores of the teacher as best as she can while Terry is under her care. Everything from cooking to cleaning is done with an angry vigor that makes it seem like they don't want to be there. But nothing could be farther from the truth! He refuses to let Terry sleep on his usual couch spot, and may resort to dragging the adult into bed. Having meals in bed is also given. Although, she's more apprehensive about this, as she's highly against resting all day. Even if rest would be good, Iowa still thinks you can exercise sickness. They have before, after all.

Once Terry recovers, Iowa would've replaced most of his foods with questionable potions and foods Iowa crafted themselves.

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@ NP: Iowa has a bad habit of pushing themselves. They can get colds from their ice magic, or worse illnesses if they use the magic too much!

      Jellyfish GMO Dance Party.

     "We've gotten the poison out of your system, at least." Maribelle spoke lowly to Henry as she paced around the medical wing. It was hot, uncomfortably humid, the rare emptiness of the chamber not at all easing the tension. It was more... she couldn't explain why it was him that captured her attention, but while she was here, she needed to work. From the corner of the room, she studied him, from his auburn hair to his eye patch, and then at last to the fangs that protruding from beneath his upper lip. She had read about him in manuals, but...

     ..She had hoped it wasn't true. Being something to gawk at, she knew it was an-- it sure was an experience. Thinking about it, she paused halfway through folding a bundle of laundry. Her professor did not put living humans on display, for it would have been a questionable practice even for the Qun upper-class, but Maribelle had seen their cadavers, their skin. She thought of it as a mercy. What would it be like to be an animal, only meant for that, in the eyes of so many?

     Maribelle debated the thought alone as she finished folding the clothes, and then approached Henry. It was better to keep stone-faced. If he was to live like this, then there seemed no point in getting any closer. Why, even her voice darkened to the dullest tone, and she droned on. "It is easy to mistake juniper for being safe. Everyone does it." she spoke, "Hence why I don't use it in my cooking -- if it even matters to you. Still... 'invincible' as you are... you have a lifetime to learn what's safe."

     Could he even understand her? ..Yes, if assuming the interdimensional hellhole that was the forum games was accurately translating her speech as it always did. Regardless, she did not come any closer, and was hesitant to speak further. Approaching him was unwise, she heard. Not that she wanted to. He was hardly even a person. What was the point?

     Cautiously, she trekked around him, and coldly, she stared at him. "You need to get up." she ordered, "I'll ask for someone to take you back out -- you can roam or whatever -- but I need to change the sheets. Up."

@ NP: ughhgdhgdfdfefdef she has so many tabs. you can respond to her default profile here or her younger version, her post-war version, or her oldest version. just let me know which one you respond to or smth go crazy.

v followup for my dad

^ Hes going to feed her so much feverstoppers with like a straw

*Points at default Maribelle* her please

Fever. Illness. Death. Roswell had seen that pattern numerous times. A sight cough, an increase in body temperature, death. He lingered on the far side of the room. His muscles tense and his mouth dry.

This time Maribelle got sick. Some kind of trench fever swept through the base, with uncontrollable hunger. He had to leave. He had to run, burn his clothes and soak himself with soap before it could get to him as well. But he did not leave. His eye was fixated on Maribelle. His fingers fidgeted with the edges of his coat. How still she lay there. In a bed too small for her.

Roswell drummed his fingers impatiently, took a sharp breath and finally approached the bed. His movements are stiff and calculated. His face angled away from her. "Oi me fetch yer sum water," he spoke between his tensed lips. "Freshwater. If oi can find any in dis Leegte's forgotten -asshole of a place," he muttered. Roswell finally looked at her. The distance between them felt almost tangible. Like an iron curtain. But one made out of dread instead. "Need anythin' else sweetheart?" he asked her. "Loike books, or scrolls. Food? Wild peaches?" he wildly summed up. "Oi can get you sum koortsremmers. Medicine. Surely dat will ease yer throat."

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Roswell wasn't used to Mosch harsh climate anymore. The sun was tiring him down. Sweat beaded on his forehead, his fingers had gone numb. Head throbbing, chest racing. His mouth had gone dry. So incredibly dry. Roswell had to sit down. Drowsiness twisted and turned his stomach. He had to drink. Water. Yes, he needed water.

[Ros' dying wish is to drink cocktails]

Wraith gave a grumble as he walked through the uncomfortable weather that Mosch had to offer; was this as bad as the desert that Thorn called home, it was hard to tell right now. He cast his gaze over to Roswell, he had asked him several times if he was okay, only to have his concerned waved off by older man; but right now.....he wasn't looking too good. "Hey....you doing okay?" Wraith asked as he raised an eyebrow. Yeah.....something was off. The shifter took off his long coat and held it over Roswell's head to somewhat shield him from the sun. 

"There's some shade over here, come on; you need to rest whilst I find some water." Wraith said before helping Roswell to sit down on a large boulder before looking around. What did Thorn teach him, that in hot environments, plants in these climates hold water to survive, there must be something around here. After some searching and making sure Roswell was doing okay, or as well as he could. As he looked at some plants, Thorns words came back to him, don't drink sap that is thick, coloured, sour, bitter or an unappealing odour. It took a few minutes but eventually he found a a suitable plant, and broke off a large piece of it which contained a large amount of sap inside, he walked up to Roswell and double checked that this was an okay plant to consume.  

After getting confirmation it was safe, he handed it to Roswell. "There is a small collection of water nearby, but the water is stagnant so the risk of disease is too high." He paused and looked back at Roswell. "You can thank Thorn for all this knowledge." 

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Wraith winced as he walked through the street clutching his upper arm. He had been in quite a nasty street fight which not only resulted in a few bruises, but a badly injured arm and strong blow to the head. The shifter grabbed a nearby wall as his vision swam; gritting his teeth and giving a low growl as he did so; his stomach lurching slightly and his body was sweating heavily, it was hard to tell if he was sick and injured at this point.

The many streetlights shone down on the open walkway, cars shot by like bullets into the night besides the sidewalk as the whir of them speeding by was worse than the horns that were blaring out into the night. Adorned in the light of the moon above, Nox trotted along, on her way home for the night, as out of the corner of her eye something caught her attention.
A figure stood there set up beside a wall, and from them emanated a snarl, not one of anger, but one of... injury?
She stopped dead in her tracks, she could feel her heart beat out of her chest as she pivoted and carefully approached the figure.
"Are you okay?" She asked, concerned.
As the figure looked up in the direction of her voice, she could see the thin streak of blood that ran down his face, bruises scattered all over his body. And his arm, a visible breakage and partial dislocation. This was the result of a street fight, and from the looks of it, the opposition was armed with blunt instruments. She froze for just a moment, before looking to his eyes. She made up her mind in that moment.
"Here, let me help. I've got you, just hold tight, okay?" She slid up beside him and set his uninjured arm around her.
At first, there was hostility from the victim, but her resolve to apply aid didn't falter, nor waver even in the slightest. The two walked back to the streetlight, across main street, and back to the hotel she has been staying in for the past few days. She sat him down in the orange light on one of the open sofas in the empty lobby.
The clerk at the desk looked to her with shock.
"Is he... Is he alright?"
"He'll be fine." Nox moved the figure's hand away from his opposite arm. As she looked back to the clerk, she gestured her offhand to signal to him. "Could you grab the closest first aid kit?" 
"Yeah... yeah... I'll go get that. Do you want me to call the local officers over?"
"Do that in a sec, the first aid kit is a priority right now."
"Right..." The clerk scurried to go find the first aid kit.
Nox scanned the figure up and down for any more injuries that weren't visible to the eye at first glance, but she didn't find much of anything. She looked to the victim.
"Can I get your name, sir?"
She waited, but alas, there came no cohesive response; The blunt force trauma he sustained made it hard to understand much more than the grunt of pain. She checked his pockets for any sort of ID, coming across his wallet.
"Wraith Stormheart... Alright Wraith, I'm going to do my best to get you back on your feet. You're going to be fine."
The clerk returned with the first aid kit, setting it beside the combat medic.
"Here you are, ma'am."
"Thank you." Nox looked up to the clerk, then back to Wraith. "Go on ahead and call the paramedics, his ID's right there if you need it."
"O-okay..." The clerk dialed away.
Nox popped open the first aid, looking to him. She first sanitized her hands, putting on the gloves inside the box. She then grabbed the gauze, applying it securely to the head wound to stop the bleeding.
"Alright, your head wound will be fine, just whatever you do, don't fall asleep, okay?"
Wraith slowly nodded his head, before gesturing to his arm.
"Right, I'll see about getting a splint for that, and an ice pack. Just don't force your shoulder back into socket." 
As she stood up, the clerk came back over.
"The paramedics will be here any second."
"Good, that's good. Grab me a broom would you? Preferably one with a wooden handle."
"Why would you need a broom?"
"We need a splint for his arm." 
The clerk slowly nodded, running for the janitor's closet. Nox walked towards the food court, grabbing a small bag full of ice. She tied it shut, then walked back to Wraith, holding the ice to his shoulder before affixing it with a bandage.
"Glad I ran into you when I did. There was no way you would've gotten home like this..." She sighed. "You doing alright?"
Wraith nodded his head once more.
"Good, good..."
The clerk came back once more as the sirens came into earshot.
"So how exactly are we going to get a splint from this?"
Nox snatched the broom and snapped it in two, then breaking it again by the end where the broom had touched the floor.
"This is how."
"You know you'll have to pay for that..."
"I know, I'll give the money to you before I leave tomorrow night, I promise you."
She set the two sticks beside his arm, then wrapped a bandage around it to lock it in place as the sirens blared outside of the building, the paramedics bursting in through the door. Nox flagged them down, and moved aside to let them do their thing, taking the gloves off and throwing them out. She trailed them as they escorted him onto the ambulance, the last time she'd see him for now.
"I hope he'll be okay, and I hope I did enough." She muttered to herself.
As the sirens rang off into the distance, she sat down on the curb, watching it speed off into the distance, out of sight, as the red and blue faded from the cast white light once more.

@NP any injury is fine for Nox, just nothing too severe like dismemberment. Broken bones, cuts, scrapes, burns, the typical stuff that wouldn't require an amputation, that's all okay with me and fair game.

V I love that, follow up is in the spoiler.

Wick carefully applied the wrap bandages around Nox's arm and midsection in the hospital bed as he sighed. The robot pop star's worldwide tour was currently on hiatus due to the country he was set to touch down in had been dealing with heavy weather conditions. Him being an independent artist, he decided to be a good samaritan and take up some sidejobs. The smaller robot knew next to nothing about the medical field, but he saw an opening for jobs at a nearby hospital and decided that would be his side gig. He was only supposed to be an intern to his medical officer and not the medical officer himself, but the mission today called for him to step up, which Nox herself was quite happy to see, and the two got along quite well.

A convenience store robbery had occurred at the downtown gas station, at gunpoint no less, and while the police had quickly come to level the situation, a few gunshots had rang out before they apprehended the criminal, a few of which struck Nox who was behind them in tow. Wick was very nervous, but thankfully the bullets hadn't struck anywhere deep, otherwise she would've been dead. Some of his peers would've called it a heroic sacrifice, but the smaller robot didn't want to think about death for a long time. After the hospital operated to remove the bullets from her arm and her side, Wick decided it was time for him to shine. He wasn't a surgeon, but he did offer to wrap her bandages and apply the proper medicines at the very least.

Wick could hear Nox mumbling about " I could've saved them " as he wrapped the bandages slowly and carefully. Nox was miserable because he knew she never wanted to be the one in pain. Wick was always open to taking care of someone, though, so he was just happy to help.

He leaned over and pet Nox on the head. " Hey, boss, are you alright? Who's...who's " them "? "

He suddenly saw sweat run down Nox's forehead at a rapid pace as her breathing grew heavy. Nox began to mumble " no " and " I could've saved them " and " never enough ". Wick wasn't sure what was happening but he knew just applying a large ice bag was the best course of action until the doctors returned with their analysis. He reached under the sink and took the largest one he could find, which was about the size of Nox's head, gently laying it on her forehead. A look of concern laid upon his face.

Nox actually had a problem with Wick calling her " boss " and preferred him to just call her by her name, but Wick insisted.

" You're going to be alright, okay, boss? Just breathe... "

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I'm not sure if Wick would ever get sick, but maybe some kind of computer virus gets to his system and he heats up xd.

Wick also HATES being taken care of. He's more used to taking care of others so he feels very pitiful when the tables turn.

(i kinda got really into the idea of an idol robot just getting a funny virus so im sorry if some of the details i kinda threw in there doesnt work for wick, i can rewrite it if you want!!)

"Hold still... hold still! I can't see the screen when you're moving too much!"

Kirari lets out another groan of frustration when she hears the pichuun! sound effect play, followed by the death of her character. Poor little red-white shrine maiden. She doesn't deserve all this. Kirari's trying her best, though. "...Yes, I can see your angry eyes, I'm looking right at your screen-face. Hi, Wick. I'll get that point-two billion points soon."

The angel spams the Z key once more, cementing in Wick's files that Tendou no Kirari, naming herself "AAAAAAAA" out of mostly impatience, got barely more than five hundred thousand points this time. Hear ye, hear ye. Muscle memory brings her to the character select screen in less than a second before she pauses, momentarily turning to the side. She adjusts a bowl of ice cubes as well as a small desk fan standing behind it, making sure it's still blowing cool air directly towards the robot. She seriously wonders how someone can build an entire functioning humanoid robot and not give it a good enough cooling system before turning her attention back towards the screen.

She meets Wick's annoyed little glower with a pout of her own.

"Look, okay, I called the IT guy, he said he's coming. For now, to hopefully save money and time, I'm going to brute-force this thing open. Okay? Okay. Be patient." Kirari presses Z one more time and loads Stage 1 up for the thirty-second time that day. This is the run, she feels. It has to be. There are encrypted files and a frankly adorable-despite-the-outwards-angry-expression idol robot on the line. And besides, who thought it would be funny to give the robot Rensenware? Kirari's definitely overexaggerating, but it's all so unbelievably cruel.

...Okay, maybe it was her who thought it was funny.

And maybe it was her who forgot to also download the forcer while she was trying to show him something funny.

Her phone dings a notification, and Kirari quickly pauses (right before a bullet is about to hit her poor shrine maiden, she notices, God damn it), grabbing it from its position on the bed next to her. "Oh, good news! IT guy's ten minutes out. That should give me enough time to hit that damn score. This is the run, Wick, I can feel it!"

@ np: kirari gets sick easily just from going outside because.. she doesnt go out that often. it can be something as simple as the common cold or a small fever from being out in the rain for like, 2 seconds lol. her immune system is so nonexistent 💔

(SRRY AGAIN FOR TAKING SO LONG AUGH I am probably gonna edit this to make it better i rushed this so bad grah)

"Alright, girlie, let's get you up." Lance urged, holding out a bandaged hand to the other fatigued AI to help her off of the ground. "For an AI that runs on kinetic energy, and with such a... restless personality, I don't get how you could run out of energy. Unless whoever takes care of you never lets you have any fun." It was hard to tell if he was making a joke, given the contrast between his wording and his monotone expression and tone, but nevertheless, Lance wouldn't mind giving another AI some help.

Once Dal was on her feet and dusted off, the male android eyed her in deep thought. "I'm no personal physical fitness trainer, so I've got no ideas on how to get you doing some serious movements... And no, I don't dance either." He shook his head at the mere idea of dancing, "But, I guess taking a brisk walk outdoors would be a nice ease-in, right?" Lance turns towards the door, although he begins to recognize the light pitter-patter of rain drumming along the roof. In light frustration, his eyes narrow as he brings his head down. He was trying to not make it obvious, but he had places to be, and making sure Dal returned to her operators safe would most likely take up more of his time. "Well, rain's not exactly the weather to get in an energetic move, but it'll do. Come along, then."

With a twist of the doorknob, Lance held the door open by leaning his back against it in the rain, opening up his umbrella. "This way. I know you probably don't mind the rain, but it kinda sucks to come home sopping wet like a kitten that just took a bath." He mumbled, holding the umbrella in the doorway for Dal so she wouldn't get a droplet on her. After she was under the black canopy, he outstretched the arm that was holding the umbrella closer towards her, as an indication to take it. "I hope you can walk fast in those heels. Especially in the rain." A small smirk is just barely visible on Lance's face, indicating a satiric intonation.

He closes the door behind him once Dal is situated outside. "Alright, a couple of rules, sorry." He clasps his hands behind his back, beginning to walk alongside Dal in order to set a fairly quick pace in order to get Dal to put some work into walking. "Try not to wander away from me, and we cannot keep wild animals that we find in the bushes. We return when you're in better condition. Oh, and please, just don't get us into any trouble. Capiche?" Lance spoke over the rain, hoping that every word would get to her.

@np, Lance is also an AI so being "sick" is off the table for him, however his android body may become overheated from exerting his resources too much, where he basically becomes too hot to the touch, like how any other computer would heat up if it's been using its resources at full capacity for a prolonged period of time. He would probably suddenly collapse or force himself to rest by going into a fever-like state if there is too much overexertion (let's say his temp becomes like 90 degrees celsius or something), however he would need to rest for a long time to bring that temperature back down. They can be cooled quicker by placing them in a colder area.

...or if you prefer actual humans getting sick, there's them. Go crazy go stupid :)

The curious little cactus creature seemed a bit concerned as she noticed the man resting on the floor, and sensing the heat coming from his body as she looked down at him. However, she didn’t want to risk hurting him with her needle-sharp thorns, so she decided it would be best to try dragging them by their coat. So, using her mouth, she tried to drag them carefully to a different, cooler room without trying to get her needles stuck in his clothing. Once they had reached some kind of living room, she tried to carefully get them onto a nearby couch, though a few needles got stuck on the base of the couch.

Once she had done so, she quickly scurried off to get any kind of fan she could find, even the smallest one she could find. It was a few moments before she… returned with a large black fan in her mouth, one of those ones you’d plug into an outlet. It was obvious she was struggling to keep her balance, but she didn’t seem to mind. So, she carefully plugged in the fan to a nearby outlet, turned it up to the highest settings it could muster, and then ran into the kitchen.

As she looked through the kitchen, she tried to find any plastic baggies she could use to see if she could make some ice packs. So, digging through many drawers and cupboards, she found a few small baggies, and though it wasn’t a lot, it would perhaps be of some help. Making sure not to puncture the bags, she carefully dug through the freezer, pulling out some ice from a small drawer inside of it and placing it into the baggies, before wrapping them in paper towels and scurrying back. She carefully sniffed the man, making sure he was starting to cool off, before carefully leaning up and putting the ice bag on his head, hoping it would help the cooling process of his ”fever” of sorts. “No worries, Mr. Man, you’re gonna be just fine!” She said, perking her round ears up as she backed up to give him some space.

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@NP, Tickles gets herself hurt pretty easily since she’s made of cactus, so feel free to use that as you will!