Your OC Takes Care of the OC Above

It was already late afternoon, and Lion was feeling a bit more active the closer the night approached. Walking attentive towards his surroundings, something catched Lion's attention. It was a young sorcerer, laying down near a wall. He looked really sick, and Lion had to take some think to think about what would he do. He stopped walking and just started staring. The sorcerer, Tome, cleary realized the stare Lion gave to them, and got a bit confused. Lion looked like he was mad for some reason, but he was just thinking.

Tome was a stranger on Lion's eyes, and he knew that he couldn't trust anyone out there. What if they turn on him? However, he couldn't just let someone be in such a terrible situation. Sick, and on a soon to be cold night. Lion approached, regardless of Tome's discomfort with him. He kneel down near them, and even kneeling he was too tall to stare eye to eye.

"I'm sorry, I hope I'm not bothering you. I'm a support, and I see you are quite... debilitated. Please allow me to take care of you a bit, or at least relieve your situation."

Lion then lifted his right hand and put it on Tome's forehead. His hands were big, so it felt a bit comfortable for Tome. Lion's hand started to get a little cold, and this cold went through their body. It was a really weird sensation, not really uncomfortable, just... Weird. It made Tome feel a little better, and Lion satisfied with his job well done as a support.

"Don't go home too late. It's getting dark, and the streets aren't safe. I hope you can find shelter. Farewell."

Lion sees Thanatos and is filled with a sense of dread.

"I'm sick but I'm not that sick! I'm not dying! Please can you help me get better?" Lion yells.

"No." Thanatos says.

Lion crawls up to Thanatos and threatens to sneeze on him.

"Ugh fine I will help you this time mortal."

Lion points to a conveniently located blanket nearby and says "Can you get me that blanket? I'm freezing.".

Thanatos throws the blanket at Lion.

"Thank you so much!" exclaims Lion.

(Hopefully this is good haha!!! Sorry if there’s typos!)

“Woah! Nice birdie thing, be nice....” The large dragon of death growled as Buggy approached him, but didn’t seem to budge. “Aww, are you hurt? I was just walking by and I saw a big ol fluffy dragon and of course naturally I was like ‘haha woah big dragon!!!!’ but I noticed you were just sitting there so I’m here now! Are you alright?” Buggy tilted his head as Thanatos simply glowered at him suspiciously.

“Do I look alright?” grumbled the dragon. Buggy put a warm hand to Thanatos’s feathers. 

“Woah, you’re freezing cold!” He quickly drew back his hand. “Don’t worry, I’ll be right back with a blanket and some soup! It should help!” Thanatos couldn’t argue with him because by the time he opened his mouth, the dude was already running back home. When he came back a while later he was holding two big blankets and a thermos. 

“Here, take this!” He said breathlessly, tossing the blanket over him. It.... was small compared to Thanatos, but Buggy remained determined. “And my brother helped me heat up this soup for you, hopefully it’ll do! Drink up!” He nudged the thermos of soup near him and sat nearby, watching him with curious eyes.

"Uh..." Ethan pursed his lips and tapped his knees in a rhythm as he stared at the man sleeping in his bed. He remembered walking out of the store with his daily supply or oranges when he noticed a fire nearby, and this guy running to him looking panicked. Next thing he knew, the guy passed out! Naturally, Ethan was tempted to just run away out of fear, especially if the first thing someone did after escaping a fire was run away from the firefighters. But something told him to help the man. Call it good will. So he helped the guy to his house and let him rest on the bed, though he quickly regretted it. Stranger or not, he was going to have to wash those sheets.
The man didn't seem to be too hurt? He wasn't wheezing or coughing. He was a little hot, but was that because of the fire? What were those smudges on him, too? Gasoline? Was he a mechanic? There was a nagging voice at the back of Ethan's head giving him crazy ideas, like that the guy was the cause for the fire. But that was crazy, right? Well... Ethan stood up. May as well put the groceries up and get them both a glass of orange juice while waiting for him to wake up.

"Uhhh.."

Yuuto looked down at the doctor that laid before him. How on Earth did the doctor manage to get a place in his own hospital? Yuuto looked around cautiously. What was he meant to do? He wasn't a doctor, just a small angel who got lost and somehow wondered into this giant building. The small angel turned his head back to the doctor, who had by now turned even redder than he previously had been. His face had become drenched in sweat and his cheeks were puffed up, as if some rash had developed. 

"Hey, little one. Mind lending me a hand?" Rosemary, the doctor who had somehow became victim to the common cold that he was oh so familiar with curing, croaked out. Yuuto blinked a few times and only nods his head slightly as he hugs his body tight.

"See those pills over there? The red and pink ones? Could you please bring them over here for me, i can barely move to fetch them myself." Yuuto quietly walked over to the small table which held the pills and picked them up to take back to the doctor. Once he handed them over, he quickly took a step back.

"Why thank you young one." The doctor sneezed and proceeded to take 1 of the pills before placing them on the counter bed side his bed table. "I hope i'm well soon.." the doctor mumbled. Yuuto quietly snuck out of the room awkwardly to leave the doctor to sleep.

It was late in the evening, and Yori was returning home from work. Few people were lingering around the entrance of the apartment building, and he ignored most of them, his attention being caught by the young angel, who was in the middle of a coughing fit. The lop walked over to him. "Are you alright?" He asked. When the boy could only continue to cough, Yori raised a hand to his forehead, and the boy flinched a bit, but he had been able to tell how hot it was. "You've got a fever..." He knew he'd feel bad if he left the sick angel there to cough his lungs out. "Follow me, I'll help you." He gently took a hold of Yuuto's arm and began to lead him to his apartment, assuring him it'd be alright. The coughing calmed down a bit as they walked down the hall, and Yori opened his door, leading the younger male to his couch. He had the angel sit down while he got a pillow and blanket from his room for him, and instructed him to lay down when he returned. Once he'd covered Yuuto with the blanket, there was a knock at the door, and Yori answered it, finding his boss, Ren, curious as to who the lop had led to his home. He explained the situation, and the older angel told him he'd go and get some medicine for the younger one _{(Ren's an angel too, btw, older than Yuuto)}. After he left, Yori went into his kitchen and found some soup to heat up for his sick guest. By the time it was hot and he brought it in for the angel to eat, he realized the boy had fallen asleep, and couldn't bring himself to wake him up, at least not until Ren returned with the medicine. So he set the bowl down on the coffee table and turned on the television, listening to its quiet murmurs as he waited.

(Aha, I hope I did alright? ^^ Sorry if something's off, I tried my best. I'm not exactly used to this.)

As she was walking back home, passing by small shops and restaurants, Colette's eyes were drawn to a small young man leaving a cafe. From his sneezing and the tired look he wore, she could tell that he wasn't in the best shape. She couldn't just leave him like that; it wouldn't be right. "Excuse me, please let me help you get back home. You should not be walking alone in that shape..." 

The bunny boy seemed reluctant at first, but after another fit of sneezing hit him, he nodded instead. She gives Yori an arm to hold onto as she helped back to his home. Once they arrived at his place, the doll helped him inside, leading him to his couch to lay down. It was odd being in some else's home like this, but if it was to help him back safely, it wasn't too bad. "Um...I could make you some tea, if it would make you feel better...?" When he told her where to find it, she started a pot to boil, trying to stay as quiet as possible so that Yori could rest. As soon as the tea was done, she set the cup down by him, saying a quick goodbye and giving some well wishes before taking her leave. 

_AHHHHHHHHH

"Yes...I think that must be it...I should have been more wary..." She seemed startled at the small crack in her voice at the end of the sentence, a hand going up to her throat. She hadn't even really processed how weak she had become until the man had offered his assistance. It was...slightly uncomfortable to be in someone else's home like this, if she was honest, but she wasn't in any shape to make it back home by herself. "I really am sorry for the intrusion, Mr. Smith...As soon as I can get back up, I will return what you have done for me, I promise." The doll trails off a little at the end, the tiredness of the whole ordeal taking over as she dozed off.

She was jolted awake again with the sound of the drawer being closed. "You really did not have to do all of this for me...You have been so kind to me. Thank you very much." Her eyes flicked from the tray that Yeli was setting down for her to the three spirits, who were staring up at him from the spot where they had fallen on the floor. Their looks seemed more curious than before. Maybe they had calmed down from before...? Propping herself up on the bed, Colette takes a mouthful of the soup. A look of surprise comes across her face. "This...This is delicious. It has such a pleasant taste to it...You have a talent in cooking. I really cannot thank you enough." The corners of her mouth turn up just slightly, giving a small smile up at him.

"The allergies have been hectic lately, haven't they?" Yeli mused as he pulled a blanket over Colette to keep her warm. He had noticed her at the grocery store, barely able to stand while looking at different medications. He felt it only right to invite her to his house to rest. "I'm sure you just need a moment to rest. And as someone living alone, it'd be best to have someone around you to help, right?" He gave her a friendly smile as he retreated to the kitchen. Just how did he know she lived alone...?
She rested in the bed, but the three spirits were anxious. Who was that strange man? He had a friendly smile, but it was always different when it was aimed at her. Did he know her? Ojo glanced at the bedside table and motioned to the other spirits to open it up and see what was inside. After a struggle (and some falling), they finally opened it up a little. Inside looked to be some p-
SHUT!
Yeli smiled warmly, one hand holding up a tray of soup and bread and the other firmly shutting the drawer closed. "Please only focus on getting better," he said soothingly as he set the tray down on the bed for Colette. "It's a new dish I saw in a cookbook. Please tell me what you think."

"AHCHOO"

That was probably the 20th time he heard that today. Matias let out a groan. Him? Sick? No way. And make it even worse: he was sick in his house. He was going to spread that damned cold all over the house and those living inside of it. He's going to get the Milkman sick.

Make things even better... he would be getting little Oli sick. No. No way Pierce is going to let Oliver get sickened with a small cold - it would kill Matias just seeing his son suffer like that. He has to do something.

"Alright there, you idiot." He said, bashing himself through the door into their bedroom chambers. He could see that handsome, sickened face bury himself in pillows and blankets... and somehow one of Oliver's stuffed animals was keeping him company as well while Matias was away during the mornings. Has Oliver stopped by the room to give him that? Such a sweet little boy. He let out a quiet chuckle, quiet enough for the other to not hear him.

There was a tray in his hands, a bowl of soup and a glass of warm milk. A thermometer on the man's lips to check the temperature. Clearly the man had a fever - and Matias needed to take care of him until he was in good health. For his sake and his own. "C'mon and eat this. I dare you to get sick again. And if you get Oliver sick I'm going to punch you relentlessly. I'm going to come wash off this stupid sickness off of my clothes and take a shower. I'll come back to keep you company afterwards. So hurry up and eat your food and go rest more."

He turned back around to head into the bathroom. He looked over his shoulder.

"I love you." He whispered.

Adrian liked to think he was a observant man. He had to be considering his 'side job'. He had to make sure to pick up the smallest things to better protect himself. Even when he was drunk, he at least tried to be observant and careful. I mean the last thing he needed is possibly letting a killer in his room. Right? ....It almost makes this specific morning a bit ironic even if he didn't realize it.  It was a quarter to nine and it was suppose to the time that Milkman came. Adrian wasn't sure what his name was nor did he recall him asking for it. He was nice to the man and made small talk with him when he delivers his milk. Their talks wasn't anything worth special. They shared some laughs but went their separate ways after Adrian collected his milk.

Today was a bit different. When Adrian opened his door, he was greeted by the Milkman. However, he immediately noticed something was off. He looked a bit red in the face and he was coughing quite a bit. He was shivering every once in a while but it took a bit for Adrian to notice him. Adrian didn't like the idea of being responsible for anyone but the idea of this man going out as sick as he was internally killed him. "Ah...why don't you come inside for a bit?" Adrian muttered. He guided the other inside. He was going to offer him some medicine to take and he would be on his way. Shouldn't be too hard right?

Well...Adrian wasn't sure how but that didn't happen. Somehow, this man ended up forcing the male to rest on his couch while he did what he can to bring down that fever. Adrian was sure the Milkman wasn't pleased with this since this was interrupting his job and what not. Adrian personally didn't care at this point. So here he was now, returning to Milkman with a bowl of soup as the television played some musical in the background. He more or less gave the male a blanket sometime earlier and pillows in case he wanted them. "And here you go~" he smiled and placed the bowl down on the wooden table he moved in front of Milkman earlier. He was wearing his chirpy, goofball of a mask he always wears. "One bowl of chicken noodle soup for you~ Hope you enjoy~" he hummed.

Through his green eyes, he observed the male for a bit to ensure he was eating well. He then make a realization he was missing one little thing to complete the small meal. The male retreated back to the kitchen and returned back with the missing piece of the puzzle:

A nice, cold glass of milk.

HowlingCat

It was after class on a Friday, the last one that Terry had before he'd head off to his dorm room to catch up on all of the sleep he didn't get during the week. One last stop before he could reunite with his sweet, sweet bed....Professor Kuzuryu's classroom.

Recently it had seemed that the music professor wasn't in the best of sorts, but he'd stuck it out for the week for some reason that Terry couldn't understand. He'd always been of the opinion that if you were sick you had a duty to first try and heal your body before you did anything else, as most jobs would replace you if something was to happen. Softly knocking, he opened the door and stepped inside quietly. The lights were on, yet it seemed that the male was nowhere to be found...so Terry headed in deeper, clutching the bag he'd held with him carefully.

Luckily, further inspection revealed that his target was simply resting his head on his desk, attempting to grade papers but really just loosely gripping a pen while fast asleep at the table.

"Professor!" He spoke, lightly shaking the raven-haired male. "You shouldn't sleep at your desk, you'll only end up hurting your back like that....and you have to take care of yourself before you get even more sick!!" 

Terry ignored the protests, shuffling the papers together and back into the folder shut. "Nope, nope, march yourself right home and get rest mister, your classes will understand you not working yourself into an early grave." he fiddled with the bag, huffing in mock annoyance at the other's stubborness. He'd come prepared incase he hadn't eaten- something very likely for the usually ditzy sounding professor who seemed to be much more busy then he let on. Placing the bag on the desk as his professor packed up, he gave a warm smile. 

"Now, you need a good weekend of rest and plenty of fluids, so go home and enjoy your weekend, alright Professor?"

———-

(that is so cute!!!)

"It is very lucky you were assigned to me, Human-Terrance", Lulu said as she put some weird alien medicine in a small cup and gave it to them. "I am a doctor, and I have recently been reading up on human illnesses. You have Influenza, also known as, the flu."

Terry sat there on the Irken hospital bed, staring at the dark blue and green liquid Lulu had given them. They weren't entirely sure if they wanted to drink this...

But before they had a choice, Lulu tipped the cup into their mouth. 

"I know it tastes foul, but it's the fastest solution. That and sleeping. And water. And this thing called 'soups.'"

Terry gagged. Dr. Lulu was right. It did taste bad. They hated bitter flavors, and well, straight up vinegar would be more appealing than this.

"That tasted awful... but at least it will get me going again.", Terry said, sticking their tongue out as if that would make the taste go away.

Lulu nodded. "You have a much better attitude than most of the Irken I treat. Humans seem to have a nice positivity around them. Odd."

She then pushed Terry back into the bed, forcing them to lie on their back. 

"Now get to sleep. That medicine works best when the drinker is unconscious. 

"Doctor Lulu? um... so, i'm not familiar with Irken illnesses and the resources to treat them, but i've come on behalf of your "Tallest" leaders to provide you with the elusive medicinal earth-drinks known as "Lemsip and chicken-noodle soup" 

As He presents the bowl to Lulu, it seems it becomes evident that Prokaryo has opted to mix the two together to increase their effectiveness, resulting in a disgusting, lemony bowl of lukewarm noodles

good luck!, i'll be going now! 

Barefoot, Paeris was wandering around of the forest. He even managed to find a nice new shirt that looked more like a dress on the tiny man. He was collecting mushrooms and cute berries, using the shirt as a way to put the berries and mushrooms on it. Walking around, he saw Prokaryo. He was a creature Paeris had never seen, and yet he was always very excited to find new people, dangerous or not, Paeris didn't cared.

"Oh, hello! Hello! I never seen you here before, hello!"

He got closer to Prokaryo and sat on the floor next to him. He was resting on the floor of the forest near some leaves, and Paeris looked at him with a lot of curiosity.

"You look very cool! Is it ok if I---"

Paeris didn't even finished talking and starting papping him, getting slime on his hands and being amused by it. It was fun! However, he noticed that Prokaryo wasn't feeling so well... He looked out of energy. So Paeris looked around and picked his berries and mushrooms again.

"Hey, you are not feeling so well! So... Have some stuff! They are good stuff. You will feel better in no time!"