Flu

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by Tj8thewatpad

by Tj8thewatpad

Grian was getting fed up. The server had a meeting every so often to make sure no one was seriously injured and unable to play. Everyone was here, sending threatening glares towards the opposing faction or not, except Scott.

Now Grian hadn't worked with the man much as of yet, only just becoming alliance with him, but he was sure the cyanettte was well known for being punctual. So it didn't make sense he wasn't there.

Jimmy was.

Scott wasn't.

Eventually however, he did appear. And when the dirty-blonde man claims he sent the two hobbits home because Scott looked like a walking zombie, you couldn't blame him.

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Scott felt horrible. His head throbbed, he was overheating and he felt faint. Yet he had a meeting to attend and he couldn't miss it. He was already late, better to show up than spike more concern.

And he only had to look at Grian before Jimmy was carrying him back to their base. His husbands concerned face wasn't something he saw often, usually it was him looking at the blonde, hoping, praying, he was ok, that the war hadn't killed him.

Jimmy was careful when setting Scott down, it frustrated the cyanette slightly. He wasn't glass, wasn't a red name, wasn't on the verge of inexistence.

On the verge of fainting? Maybe, but it was nothing a simple healing potion couldn't fix.

"Jim I'm fine ju-"

"No." the caring sternness of his husbands voice shocked him.

"Jim-"

"Petal. You are going to sit there, rest and sleep. You have a fever, maybe the flu, I've already announced it."

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If, when he finally recovered, Scott never wanted to be stuck in bed all day whilst he could hear maniacal laughter, explosions and hear his com go off as countless people lost a life, well no one could blame him.

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Motivation done an unalive. I also just didn't have ideas so it is short and abrupt