Your OC Takes Care of the OC Above

"Aww, how's my wittle angel wangel doing?" Cameron asked as he poked his head into the bedroom, where Casia rested. She caught a nasty cold. It wasn't even life threatening, so there wasn't a silver lining to it. Aww, but look at her, all red from her fever and pale. What a cutie~ Honestly, the cop was supposed to be working, but, well... He ended up skipping! He'd rather stay here and look after his girlfriend than watch Cecil scream at that one poor nervous wreck.
"I know you like torture, so bear with me," Cameron said as he approached the bed. He lifted up a bottle of liquid cold medicine, said to be cherry flavored. Despite how awful she felt, Casia seemed to perk at the sight of a tasty sounding medicine. It only broke the cop's heart more.
She took it, almost spitting it out if he hadn't clamped a hand over her mouth to keep it in. She screamed that it didn't at all taste like cherries, to which he gave her a sympathetic smile. "Yeah... They never really taste how they say." He tucked her in despite her huffs and kissed her on the forehead. "Get some rest, babe. When you're all better we'll go get some cake, okay?"

Mal, though very empathetic, can only deal with being berated over inconsequential things for so long. Seriously, Yuki is not easy to care for, it feels almost like she nitpicks purely for the sake of it, purely to take those awful, sick feelings out on him. Trying harder and harder to keep it together, he starts to... sugar coat his speech a lot less.

He eventually just growls out, "Go to sleep." while flashing his fangs, hair standing on end. Hastily, he hands her some water and a dose of some nighttime medicine. 

He really hopes for it to kick in soon.

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(OOC note: so, uhm, real world illnesses don't really exist in Mal's universe? So in this scenario, it's most likely that he's going through an interference relapse, which basically makes his face leak highly infectious pixels that can spread the virus on contact. It also causes him nasty headaches, really fogs up his overall judgement, and his temper can be way more volatile.)

"There there...  I can tell how frustrating the pain is, but please try to relax in bed."
Luciano provides Mal with plenty of tissues and a nearby trashcan to toss the used ones in.  He then places a bottle of pain relievers and a damp rag next to him.
"That should be everything.  Let me know if you need anything.  I will be in the other room reading."

The door of the bedroom Luciano rested in was kicked open, and in stepped Jackson...
... dressed as a nurse.
"How's my cute patient doing~?" cooed the thief with a "cute" wink. He had been waiting a long time to woo the actor from the very first moment he saw him in a play. Love at first sight! The gods had to agree, making the man sick and capable of only being healed with Jackson's tender, loving care!
Striding over to the bed, he pulled the thermometer out of Luciano's mouth and tsked at the sight. "You have such a fever! Guess I shouldn't expect anything less from such a natural hottie~ You take this entire day to rest, Beautiful, and I'll cook you up some soup just like my uncle would make!" Hearts floating around his head, he pat the man's head lovingly then turned the TV on to play Supernatural and walked off.

"..." Flauros was silently staring at the man lying on the couch covered with several blankets. Even though the demon hadn't said anything, you could easily tell how irritated she was. But no matter how angry and annoyed she was at that moment, she had to do something to help the man, she had to take care of him. Just a thought about that made her extremely disgusted, not to mention actually doing that. But she had no other choice huh? She leaned towards the thief, "You! Lowly creature! Miserable parody of a living being! G e t u p!" To her bigger annoyance, he didn't react anyhow. "So you really are sick..." She whispered heading to the kitchen. She started cooking something diligently, quite curses eascapingher lips from time to time when she accidentally cut her fingers or spilled something. Finally she finished making...something. Flauros went back to the room where the unconscious man was, a cup filled with her cooking masterpiece in her shaking hands as she was trying her hardest not to spill it. "Here! It should ease the fever...i believe...it might kill you as well, foolish human, but that's not what you should fear at the moment..."

Julie scampered around the demon with wide eyes. Part of her was scared, but another excited. She had never treated a patient as strange as this! 

Julie reached out to rub the demon's belly. A flaming tail slapped her hand back and she yelped. The patient began to mutter insults, most of which the young tsuuchi did not understand. 

"I am.. the Duchess of... Hell, peasant.." were the only words Julie caught. She sat down on the arm of the sofa, thinking hard.

If this was a denizen of H-E-double hockey sticks, then the holy grail of her Lucky Charms would kill such a being.

The ALMIGHTY DOCTOR was stumped.

"OOOH I know! Coco PUFFS! THOSE ARE THE DEVIL!" This random outburst caught the patient off-guard.

"N-NO peasant... lowly worm.. g-get me my servant-"

The last of Flauros's words were drowned in a pouring of cereal. 

((I'm so sorry Flauros))

She's not sure how she came to caring for Boss. For one, she wasn't really interested in him, not as a friend or as a lover. He was everything she hated in a demon, so the time she spent taking care of him was time she would have rather have spent on a date with someone that actually mattered to her. But as such... she owed someone a favor and she wasn't the sort of person who went back on that.

He was beginning to test her patience though... she had experience demanding men before, but Boss was in a completely different league from them. She couldn't remember exactly how many times she had turned down one of his demands, but it was beginning to reach up to the triple digits. She was always firm with him, but he was the sort of person who wouldn't take no for an answer it seemed. 

"I may be a succubus but I have standards... you're lucky that i'm here at all so don't push your luck."

Still, despite all of that, she kept to the promise she made and spent the entire day looking after him. Whenever his demands were reasonable, she made sure to do her work properly, just without any of the love she would have given most of her lovers. She wasn't sure how someone like him got sick at the end of the day, but she didn't let that bother her. 

Jude groans, Jewel had too much of a heart and now he was the one stuck with taking care of this..dog..human thing. Sure Allen seemed cool and they never messed up the house but..it was like having a human dog around..strange, uncomfortable and unsettling. Jude shrugs this feel off, as he lays a damp cloth on Allen's forehead...it also kinda felt like having a kid at times too and..that feeling was pleasant and soft. "Jewel's making salmon burgers tonight, I'll think you'll love them." He gives Allen a warm smile.

"Goodness me, how troublesome," Nikolai sighed as he sat next to his couch, gazing at the man sleeping. He'd been out to buy food, only to find this guy ask him for help. He even had the gall to faint before the Sin could refuse! Perhaps it was because he'd been around him for so long that the moral compass inside him started to twitch for once and tell him that he couldn't just leave the man alone on the street.
He brought him here, but what now? Nikolai was the type to be cared for, not take care of anyone. The man was rather handsome, but kept mumbling what he ould only assume was his girlfriend's name. A thin smile slipped out of the Sin's mouth. He supposed he could understand.
Running his fingers through his hair, he tried to ignore the many closed eyes coating the stranger's body. Should he get eyedrops for him...? No... No, he'll just call him and ask for help. Although it'd make one hell of a date, he'd have to admit.