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Extra - Sick Day

Haha I've been sick with the flu for three days and I feel the undying need to write this-

Also happy Thanksgiving!

This takes place when the boys are super young and haven't been introduced to their jobs yet!

And remember when you're ill that laughter is the best medicine because it makes your body work better to fight off diseases and tons of other stuff (seriously, look it up)!

Comments are welcome and appreciated!

Please enjoy!

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"Dad!" A voice spoke..and someone was sitting on me.

"Yes..?" I groaned slightly; I didn't feel very well..

"It's noon.." Another voice..definitely Killer's..

"What...?" I couldn't have slept that late..

"Dad, do you feel all right?" Cross inquired, crawling onto my bed.

"Yes..just tired.." I would be fine; I just had to stop being tired..

"I'll be right back!"

Cross ran out of the room, and the rest of my boys continued to question me; they weren't sure why I hadn't moved from my bed yet, and..I wasn't sure, either. I should have been making some food for them by now, but I just couldn't summon the will to leave bed..I hadn't had trouble with this before..why was I having trouble now? When Cross came back, he pressed something against my goop, and..

"Dad has a fever!" He declared; oh..that would explain my tiredness. 

"Is that something bad?" Error wasn't sure.

"It means he's sick, but that's okay, since this one isn't too bad; he just needs rest."

"Doesn't he need more than just rest?" Dust thought. "When we're sick, he gives us lots of stuff!"

"Hmm.." Cross contemplated the matter for a minute before responding. "He needs special treatment because he's the best dad we know; follow me!"

My boys left me alone, and I pulled the blankets over me more; if I did have a fever, I would need to bundle up. The next ten minutes were silent and peaceful, aside from the fact that I had begun to cough occasionally. Twelve minutes after my boys had left the room, they returned, and..

"Hold these!" Dust..was surrounding me with stuffed animals; I decided not to question it, only holding on to them as instructed. 

It seemed that Dust had brought a lot of stuffed animals, since I couldn't actually hold all of them. By the time he had finished his work, I felt as if I were enclosed in a cage of softness..and I really didn't mind it. When Dust stated that he was done, Killer and Error began to..cover me with blankets. In all honesty, I hadn't expected them to find nearly every blanket in the house to cover me with, but they had. Ninety-two blankets later, pillows began to pile up around me, and I sincerely wondered when this would end. One hundred thirty-three pillows after the start, apparently. I felt very insulated now, in any case; I believed that this illness wouldn't last long. When I was surrounded by soft things and warmth, Cross climbed onto the bed and pulled out..medicine. Despite the fact that I made my boys take medicine when they were ill, I didn't enjoy it any more than they did. 

"Open up, Dad; I made sure to measure the right amount for you!" Cross held out a medicine cup.

"Must I..?" I didn't want to..

"Yep! It'll only take a moment!" 

I sighed, opening my mouth and allowing my son to give me the medicine, and I shivered as the taste hit me..why did medicine have to taste so terrible?  

"Good job, Dad!" Cross patted my skull before sliding off the bed. 

Horror was next in line, and he held a bowl of chicken noodle soup: a classic.

"I can feed myself.." I said. 

"I know, but you need to stay covered up!" Horror held out a spoonful of soup. "Now eat your soup!"

"Are you going to eat something, boys?" 

"We will when you're done!"

"..All right."

Despite my occasional protests, Horror fed me the entire bowl of soup before he was satisfied witn my progress. My boys did leave me for a while to get some food for themselves, of course, but when they returned, they tended to me much as I did to them when they were ill. Truthfully, I hadn't realized that I did so much for them; I supposed I might have pampered them a bit too much, but..my boys deserved it. I hadn't expected them to read me a bedtime story, though..and I had expected less to actually fall asleep to it. I didn't mind it, though..I loved my boys so much. When I woke up the next day, my boys were sleeping on my bed next to me, each of them hugging a toy and wrapped in a blanket; they were so peaceful. I was going to treat them to a picnic in Outertale when I recovered.

They deserved everything I could give them.

~~~extra end woot~~~

Bean family are beans!

Sorry this wasn't longer, but I'm still sick, and my mind won't let me write anything else right now :(

Thanks for reading my ill writing!

Bye!