Small Moments With a Ghost

Day 19: Waste/Sickness

Back to some silliness for this prompt :D

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"'M dying..."

"You're not dying, son," Garmadon gently chided, setting down the tray he was carrying on a nearby night table.

Lloyd Garmadon, Ultimate Spinjitzu Master and hero of Ninjago, whined piteously as he lay in his bed. His face was flushed, sweat beading on his forehead. A thermometer was sticking out of the corner of his mouth. "'M dying, Dad," he pronounced, groaning and covering his eyes with his arm. "Just kill me now. End my misery."

"And lose my one and only child? I think not," Garmadon sniffed playfully.

"Mean," Lloyd declared, before a fit of coughing overtook him.

At that moment, Morro poked his head in the room-phasing his head through the wall above the two. "Yeesh," he muttered as he looked at the two, pulling a face. "I was about to ask if Pipsqueak was feeling any better, but that just answered my question."

"Morrooo~" Lloyd whined, reaching a hand out towards the ghost. "Kill me, please. 'M dying anyways, just end it for me. I promise I won't become a ghost and bug you."

"Hmm," Morro tilted his head in mock thought. "Tempting as it is, I'm pretty sure Garmadad and the rest would kick my ass if I tried that. I'm afraid you're on your own, Pipsqueak."

Lloyd pouted, before another round of coughing overtook him. "Ugh," he groaned, reaching for a tissue and blowing his nose. "Being sick sucks."

A beep sounded, and Garmadon pulled the thermometer from Lloyd's mouth and checked. "Hm. 101 degrees. You definitely have a fever," the former evil lord murmured.

"Then why am I cold?" Lloyd shivered for emphasis, a ragged cough escaping his throat. "'S freezing! Can I have another blanket?"

"I'm pretty sure you already have most of the blankets in the monastery, kid," Morro said, eying the numerous colorful blankets already bundled around the sick ninja. "Plus, I'm pretty sure the goal is to get your temperature to go down, not up."

"Indeed," Garmadon concurred, putting the thermometer down and grabbing a teacup. "Here," he poured some tea into the cup and offered it to his son. "Try this. My own father used to swear by this blend-said it could cure a man an inch from death."

Lloyd sniffed the tea suspiciously, making a face at the bitter scent. "If liquids didn't actively hurt you," he said to Morro. "I'd say you should drink it."

Morro snorted in amusement. "Pretty sure I'm far past 'an inch from death', Pipsqueak. Just drink the damn tea."

Lloyd screwed his face up, but tipped his head back and drained half of the tea in one go. "Ack," he gagged, sticking out his tongue. "Gross..."

"But oh so good for you!"

Lloyd made a rude gesture at the ghost.

"Lloyd..." Garmadon said warningly.

The sick ninja had the grace to look abashed even as Morro cackled above him. "Sorry Dad..."

Garmadon sighed and shook his head fondly. "As you are feeling ill, I will let this one instance slide," he said, rising up and making his way to the door. "Now then, drink the rest of that tea, and I should be back with some food by the time you're done."

"I wouldn't bother," Lloyd mumbled, slumping a little. "I'm not all that hungry..."

"Even still, it is important to get some sort of sustenance into you. I believe some chicken broth would not go amiss."

"Yeah," Morro agreed. "Wu used to make me drink gallons of the stuff whenever I got sick. It's like the saying goes: starve a cold, feed a fever."

"Precisely," Garmadon said. "I shall be right back. Drink the tea, son."

The former evil lord left the bedroom. Lloyd sighed and sipped moodily at his tea. "What a waste of a beautiful day," he complained, glaring out his window at the lovely summer scene. "Can't believe I'm sick inside on a day like today..."

"Oh come on, Pipsqueak," Morro said, floating down closer to him. "It's not that bad. Just stay in today and by tomorrow, you'll be out frolicking and shit in the sun."

Lloyd snorted, coughing a little. "Like you ever stayed still when you were sick. I bet anything you tried to go back to training when you were ill and my uncle had to practically tie you to the bed to get you to rest."

"...no comment. Besides," the ghost hurried to say. "Do as I say and not as I do or once did, right?"

"Heh, sure," Lloyd shook his head, laughing and coughing. "Mind grabbing my tablet for me? I was gonna watch a show while I finish this tea."

"I'm not your fucking nurse, Pipsqueak-"

"I'll let you pick the show~"

"...fine. But only because the last episode I watched ended on a cliffhanger."

"Ha. You're the best, Morro."

"Damn straight. And don't you forget it."