Gold Healer Calling - Wyrm Gets the Flu

“SUNSPOT!” The panicked yell rang out across the peaceful clearing of Mosshollow Village. Sunspot looked up from his sunning session on the porch of his house at Synth, the younger vespire slipping and slithering across the grass in their hurry to get to Sunspot.

“What’s wrong?” Sunspot perked up, reaching for a first aid bag in preparation for the likely event of someone getting hurt, Synth, for all of their theatrics, did not get panicked easily. Plus Synth was dating Wyrm, who was tied with the rift that opened over Bellacoste a while back, and as such was regarded with worry from everyone in Mosshollow in their safety and health.

“It’s Wyrm!” Of course it was. Sunspot mentally patted their back in being correct. “He’s sick!” Wait what? “I know it might just be the flu or something, but he’s never gotten sick before! Oh no! What if he’s dying! Sunspoooot! You have to come and help!” Synth started tugging on Sunspot’s mane like a younger vespire, a comforting gesture from a life stage that Synth had only recently grown out of.

“Of course! But Synth wait,” Sunspot placed a forepaw on Synth’s shoulder. “What are his symptoms? When did he get sick? And if you know, where do you think he may have gotten the illness?”

“Uhhh.” Synth squinted one eye while thinking. “He’s coughing and sneezing? He may have a fever, I’m not really sure. I only noticed, or he only told me this morning and I came right over! Can you please come over now?”

“Of course Synth.” Sunspot wasn’t glad to be jostled along like this, but he understood how worried Synth was over his boyfriend, after all, Sunspot sometimes acted like this when Aro got sick as well. Sunspot opened the door to his house long enough to grab some of his specialty potions specifically made for when someone gets sick, including a heating potion, anti-inflammatory, anti-contestant, and a flu and virus medical tincture. “Alright, I’ve got everything, lead me to Wyrm.”