Your OC Takes Care of the OC Above

Cupcake the leviathan suddenly appears out of nowhere and notices the sick/injured Paeris.

She is a formidable creature of vast length and magnitude.

But she is also a gentle creature.

Cupcake gathers some fruits and vegetables with her mouth and drops them in front of Paeris.

Though the leviathan was intimidating, Sting couldn't help but notice the cloud over her eyes, the overall aura of sickness encompassing her. He moved closer to the water, trying to look as non-threatening as possible, adjusting his shirt somewhat.

"Hey girl, I'm sorry... Did you get washed up or something...?" Despite it being his morning run on the beach carrying weights, which he never bothered to halt, Sting approached Cupcake with a sympathetic look. "Should I contact someone...? Do you need food?" He continued speaking reassuring words to the sea monster, attempting to formulate a plan for what to do. Come to think of it, he'd never really met a leviathan before. What WAS there to do?

(Okay I’m not sure how good this is, if it isn’t good thn fele free to ask me to do another one aaaa-)

“C’mon, what’s up with my luck...?”

How did he even get into this situation? He was supposed to take care of someone who was older than him (or at least his physical age); he didn’t even have any experience whatsoever about taking care of anybody, let alone anybody who was sick... what is he supposed to do again?

“Uhhh... I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do here?” Hermes was... obviously quite confused on what he was supposed to be doing. Sting probably didn’t have the time to wait around, so waiting for whatever plagued him to leave wasn’t an option; even so Sting did seem patient with his efforts. It was probably a cold that was it, but Mes was definitely no medical expert.

“I guess I’ll ummm... go make soup? Get some Tylenol?” Hermes suggested, then added a shrug, Augh, so this is how his brother felt when he got sick... anyways he found himself in the kitchen, trying to make soup. He did get Tylenol earlier, but now there was this part. What was he supposed to put in a soup?? Hermes looked in the cabinets and the fridge and while he did find food, he wasn’t sure how to cook it. As a result, he ended up literally boiling random foods.

“Uhhh... I’m finished, I guess,” Hermes said. The result was literally a boiling bowl of water.

Cue facepalms.

"Immortals sure are weird, huh?" Cameron laughed as he sat down besides the bedridden god. "Always staying the same age, always with the mind of the same age, but we keep saying we're ageless! Isn't that weird?" He leaned back in his seat as Hermes coughed and picked at his nails. "Even weirder how we can get sick, you know? Fast regeneration but never fast healing," he laughed again. When the god coughed again and said something, Cameron only smiled sympathetically. "Aww, poor guy. Must suck being in this time, right? I bet back when you were worshiped regularly people would, like, throw a feast or something and pray for you to get well, huh? Must be nice being cared about. Me? Uh... Care is a strong word. But I want you to get healthy! So have some soup!"
Cameron's grin widened as he motioned to the hot bowl of soup at the side. Yeah, he'd help this young immortal feel better again. What would happen afterwards? That was up for the officer to decide.

Mothsnap stared curiously at the pale faced creature as it made a noise that shook it's whole body. He had never seen anything with so little hair or with such lack of a tail. He, unlike his clanmates, was all for the occasional outside visitor, but not when he was trying to catch his dinner. "This won't do at all," he thought. "If you keep this up you'll scare away all my moths." He scooped up a bundle of herbs and stuffed them into the creature's mouth. "That should do it."

"Oh no... You poor thing... You look like the type who would enjoy causing mischief... But now you are not in any shape to do so... I am not sure how I can help..."

Phobos gathered some chicken noodle soup.

"Oh... I am not sure if this will be enough..."

Phobos gathered various medicinal herbs and added them to the soup until it no longer resembled a chicken noodle soup but some sort of cursed potion that probably glowed green in the dark.

"This is much better... Here you go..."

(Apologies if I used the wrong pronouns, didn't see them listed anywhere)

Chance wasn't sure what Phobos was, but if they were sick, like hell they were going to let even an abomination like this suffer. Unsure what exactly to do, Chance decided that it'd be better to just try something, so they covered Phobos with a surprisingly large blanket and went off to the kitchen to make some soup. Hopefully the abomination liked homemade chicken noodle soup. And that they'd not be too offended when Chance asked which mouth they ate with.

They found themselves wondering how long it'd take for Phobos to recover, and hopefully Chance's boyfriend wouldn't mind the temporary guest.

"Huh? H-how did this happen?" Purcell asked himself quietly. The cupid stared at the demon lying on his couch unconscious trying to remember how this horned creature even got here. This day wasn't any different from his other ones...was it? Purcell woke up, watered plants, chatted with his sis, popped a pill(or two...or three) sniffed a little of happy powder, went to job, went to jobwent to jo...He couldn't remember what happened next. "Ugh..I just couldn't bring him here where i was high...right?" The cupid boy asked himself again. This whole situation was just so confusing and dumbfounded Purcell  didn't have any ideas  what he could do to help that demon(wait...a demon! At Heavens!! If they discover  him, Purcell will be in some real trouble) "Hmph..Let's leave the thoughts about how you got here for now and see what i can do to help you..if i even can" Purcell whisered going to the kitchen to make tea and something to eat for his unexpected ill guest.

Ken rolled his eyes as he looked down at the ailing man on his couch. He was leaving a concert when the guy collapsed. Naturally, he wanted to leave the weirdo alone and leave it to the ambulances, but it would've looked bad on his part, so he helped the guy up and lead him to the backstage area where he could rest on the couch. The pop star decided to stay until he was awake, then he could get proof that he helped and leave. Weird, though. This guy looked familiar; reminded him of a singer from an old band. But it was probably the hair. This guy was all drugged up, nothing like the singer he was thinking of. Hell, he was probably tripping out for all the redhead cared.
"Hurry up and get better, idiot," Ken grumbled as he unceremoniously dropped a wet towel over Purcell's head.

Jiro covered Camdyn with a warm blanket. He had found him just on halfway down the moutain buried under snow, as he probably has been caught by a snowstorm while attempting to get to the nearby town before the dusk. He had barely managed to lift up the android, and the way up the moutain was arduous to say the least. Now, when both of them were safely hidden in Jiro's cabin from the harsh climate, the dragon had no idea what to do next.
Camdyn was not responding, and Jiro had no way to asess if anything he did have helped the android. At least a thin layer of ice which covered android had thawed. For that, he was thankful. The dragon had no experience in terms of technology, but it seemed to be a good sign.

"Well, I doubt that in your case tea could do anything good" With that he stood up, hoping to find more blankets. And make tea for himself. Even it would not help Camdyn, Jiro had no intention in denying himself the warm beverage after such an ordeal.

Sick people? Bihti didn't tend to be near them much despite his enormous family. But the teen had to help out this dragon-looking person. Personally reminded him more of a demon, but dragons came in different sizes.

The small boy found some blankets that would fit over the older male and put them on him. The blankets were very soft and cozy, perfect for someone sick. Bihti kept watch on the older, and after a while went out of the room. After a few audible crashes and falls in the other room, he came back a few minutes later with a warm bowl of seemingly well-made chicken noodle soup. "Most of the time when I got very sick, Momma gave me this and it usually helped. I can go find some crackers too if you'd like!" He smiled lightly, putting the soup on the table near Jiro. 

With whatever Jiro seemed to need, Bihti was happy to help. A good natured person like him wouldn't turn down helping someone if they needed it!

((for below: you can use his 3 or 4 year old self or his young teen self, I dont mind either way))