Fluff, feat. Hestia and Aeris
Hestia ran, her legs almost invisible from how fast she was going. Sweat beaded down her forehead, breathing fast, she couldn't stop though, not yet. She rounded the street corner and into someone's house, practically busting down the door, she yelled a quick greeting and bolted up the stairs. She grabbed the door handle and yanked it open.
"AERIS! Are you okay? What happened? What should I-," She paused, looking slowly across the room and then the ground. Aeris, her best friend, was on the ground, snot nosed, red and giggling like a child. "What the heck is this!" she screamed.
"Hestiaaaaaa, you're finally here! I think I can finally leave this world satisfied," Aeris said dazedly, then he jumped up, wrapping his arms around Hestia causing them both to tumble to the ground. After a few seconds, that felt like years of yelling and trying to push him off she finally surrendered. She took a deep breath and felt his forehead, he was burning up.
"Hestia, I'm cold. Am I dying?"
"Get off me and maybe I can get you a blanket! Or do you want me to knock you cold?" Aeris groaned rolling off of her and under his bed. He's usually air headed and kind of stupid, but how does a cold make him act like this? Hestia looked around his room for a blanket, but for some reason, it was nowhere to be seen. She stared at Aeris, under his bed like he was looking for monsters, and groaned. When he said he needed help, I never thought it'd be this, she thought. She took a step outside the bedroom and said, "I'm going to ask your mom for a blanket, I'll be back!"
"WAIT NOOOOO! Don't leave meeeee, mom isn't here, I don't wanna be alone!" Aeris whined. She froze, somehow he teleported right behind Hestia, grabbing her by the ankles. She kicked his hands off and turned around, looking down at him. Then she walked over to his bed and sat down, hoping she wasn't going to catch the flu because of this. "Yay," he slurred excitedly, getting on his bed, squeezing Hestia in the process. She hoped Aeris couldn't see how red she was.
"So why didn't you call Atlas? You scared the crap out of me! He lives way closer, plus you're kinda childhood friends!" She said, struggling to get out words as her face was squished against the bed and Aeris's chest.
"I did and he was being so mean! He said something like, 'Like hell I'm dealing with that again! Call up Hestia or something,' So I did, he was probably on a date with Nori, that traitor, I'm happy I called you though," he said, holding her tighter. Hestia did agree with him on something though, Atlas, that traitor why me of all people? Aeris shivered against her, quickly turning his head to sneeze. Hestia pushed him off with a lot more effort and whining than she wanted. Earlier, she noticed chicken noodle soup on his bedside table with traces of steam still coming from it.
"If you won't let me get blankets, at least eat the soup, I don't think anyone wants to deal with you sick." She said, picking it up and stirring it before holding it out to him. He turned away, pouting.
"I don't wanna! It tastes bad," He said, before breaking into a fit of coughs. She tried several more times, but no matter how many times she debated, argued and threatened he wouldn't even touch the bowl. Hestia did everything but beg, she wasn't going to beg. An idea popped into her mind, she immediately tried to swat it away. She wasn't going to. She'll just leave, just leave, just leave.
She sighed and pulled up a chair, sitting next to the bed. Hestia scooped a spoonful of soup. "Hey, Aeris, look at me," He turned over to her, about to ask a dumb question, she shoved the spoon in his mouth.
He swallowed, sputtering and coughing from the sudden action. His face became red, even more than before, must be from his flu, Hestia thought. "Are you going to have the rest or do I have to shove this all down your throat?" she said finally, he just nodded, most silent he's been since she arrived. So she kept feeding him, both of them too embarrassed to speak. After a few days, the flu was completely gone
Neither Aeris nor Hestia spoke of the incident afterwards.
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