hololive oneshots

[☄️] - Sick Day

So yesterday's attempt at a "longshot" didn't go that well. Hopefully, this bit is redemption.

Today, you'll feel the true fluff. TW: (blood)

Enjoy.

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You woke up irritated for the first time to the sound of cars honking, which ironically doesn't happen as often on your street. Your eyes remained closed however, you felt you would truly wake up if you did open them, so you tried your best to sleep without moving.

And so you did. But you woke up again to the sound of silence, and for worse, a crippling headache. You figured it was the earlier altercation between the incessant vehicles, but also your fault. As yesterday was your date with Suisei, you recall returning her home safe and sound, but also the inconceivable walk in the rain back to your place.

Suisei did offer for you to stay the night, considering it was raining more than cats and dogs, but for better or for worse, you declined. Anemachi, for one, would most likely put you on the bare floor, instead of putting you with Suisei. If you did manage to be aside your idol, however, it would be one hell of a night trying to remain to yourself, all to avoid the wrath of Anemachi.

"How nice that would've been..." You muttered, your voice sounded scratchy and overall a stark contrast to Suisei's tone.

Usually, for you, the best fix was a glass of water, not cold, however, since that would irritate it even more. You threw the duvet off to the side, the cold October air surrounded you by mass. Feeling lazy, you gave leaving your bed a second thought.

"Screw it." You said, heaving yourself up and onto your feet. But as you got up, you returned down onto the bed, sick to your stomach.

"Aw - man..." Surprisingly, your headache briefly went away. For the pain to only move to your stomach. You felt cold internally but warm externally, all but a familiar feeling.

You were about to vomit.

You stood up again, attempting to bolt out of the room as fast as you can. You collapsed onto your knees and suited for the trash can beside your door. You heaved and felt all the slightest better. You wiped your mouth.

"God..." Since it was ages from the time you recall being sick, it felt like absolute hell.

You stood up again, taking the trash can along with you, just in case you couldn't make it a few steps. Again, your goal was still the restroom, trudging along the carpeted floor, with the trash can dragging against it, you made it to the bathroom. Deciding that it would be pointless to return to your bedroom, having to come back here again at some point, this was your settlement for the rest of your time.

You rested upon the wall with your companion trash can. Even though the toilet was just a lunge towards it, you were quite weak, the trash can being an arm's length away. The pain returned to your head, circling, tormenting the sides of your head as if someone was stabbing it.

You looked around like a bobblehead, your head a lead weight, your eyes settled on a bathroom mirror that also acted as a toiletry-oriented cabinet. You sure that you had some over-the-counter drugs in there that would help you, but on the cold tile, it was more than a long shot. To even use such remedies, you would need to get some water from downstairs. You thought of the faucet as an option, but you were unsure if the tap water could make your condition worse.

The best plan of action was a one-way trip downstairs, along with Tylenol or whatever was in the cabinet, to get a glass of water to consume it with. From there you would make your way to the downstairs bathroom which wasn't too far. Now, you were motivated. On both feet, you felt gravity tugging on you hard. You briefly washed your face and hands with water.