Baffy Oneshots

Sick day

Daffy is sick and bugs has to take care of him! I mean, doesn't really stray further from a regular day with them does it?
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Third POV

Bugs woke up early, yawning softly. He turned to the clock and smiled. 6:40am. People may give him weird looks and say why he doesn't just move it to 7:00am but he could care less about that. He had a schedule he liked so he was going to stick with it. Even if it was absurd and stupid. Daffy's words.

He yawned again before throwing the covers off of him and got out of bed, slipping on his bunny slippers while making his way downstairs. He eyed Daffy's door as he did but ultimately ignored it for now. He knew that lazy bum always got up around the later times like 9am or 1pm unless Bugs makes him get up earlier.

He fixed himself a cup of coffee and sipped the hot beverage immediately feeling less tired and more so ready for the day ahead of him, whatever it may be. He decided to take a bath after he finished his coffee and that he did, going back upstairs and turning the shower on.

After he was clean he got out, dried himself off and put on his blue robe. He walked downstairs to watch tv and just waited for Daffy to wake up so he could make the duck whatever breakfast he demanded Bugs to make which was usually pancakes or something sweet.

A few hours pass by and it was already 2, by that time Bugs was out of his robe and was just watching tv to pass the time. He sighed and got up, walking back up the stairs yet again to wake up Daffy. He knocked on his door before coming in.

Daffy stirred and faced Bugs and an unamused face, "what do you want?" He said groggily, sounding like he was sick. Bug rolled his eyes while walking to his bedside. "I'm here to tell you to wake up. You should've been annoying me about an hour ago!" Bugs said. Daffy groaned and covered himself with his green bed sheets.

"I don't feel like it! I'm tired for some reason." Daffy coughs, smacking his lips [?] together. His mouth was all dried up and he wanted to get some water to hopefully fix that problem but he didn't have any motivation to, the warmth of the bed was holding onto him for dear life.

He wanted to yell earlier but whenever he was forced to use his vocal cords it was like someone was pinching them tightly. Everything was hot and cold at the same time and it bugged Daffy tremendously.

Bugs sighed, knowing why Daffy was being extra lazy right now. He pulled the covers off and put a hand on Daffy's forehead. Jesus it was burning hot! Bugs took his hand off as Daffy groaned and pulled the covers back over his head.

Bugs shook his head and thought about how in the world Daffy could ever get sick. They did go out for a few hours yesterday. Bug sighed and walked downstairs, getting some water and cooking (and by cooking he means microwaved) some tomato soup for Daffy. When he was done he went back upstairs and set the water and soup down on the bedside table.

Daffy smelled the soup and emerged from the blankets, going to grab the bowl before Bugs stopped him. He grumbled snd crossed his arms before coughing into his elbow.

"Nah uh. The bowl would be "too hot" and you would drop it and spill it everywhere. I'll feed you-"

"WHAT?! Are you crazy Bugs??!! I'll feed myself thank you very much!" Daffy said stubbornly.