TW// sickness
Ranboo's POV
By the time we made it home, I was ready to wrap myself in a thin blanket. I was so chilly.
"Hey, we're back!" Tommy yelled as he walked in the door. "Have fun?" I heard Phil ask from the sitting room. The three of us walked in and I put Kat down and she ran off to the kitchen. "Yup!" Tommy replied.
"Hey, Tubbo! How're you doing?" Phil asked with a big smile. "Good, thanks." Tubbo smiled back. Phil then looked up at me and his face changed.
"Ranboo, you ok?" He asked. I nodded. "I'm just really cold." I said. "Why's that? It's pretty warm today. You aren't getting sick, are you?" I shrugged. "Maybe."
It was quiet for a moment.
"Wanna head to my room? Talk shit about the Dream Team?" Tommy asked. "Hell yeah." Tubbo's replied, following Tommy. I followed after the two. "What's a Dream Team?"
Time skip
The more time that passed, the worse I felt. Maybe I was getting sick with a fever or something.
"Ran? You ok?" Tubbo asked. I nodded, rubbing my eyes. "You look sick. You should go to bed." Tommy said. "No, I'm fine." I said. "It's only like three pm anyways." "It's three pm, and you're sick. You should go to bed." Tubbo said.
"But-"
"No buts, go to bed." Tubbo said. I sighed. "Fine." I said, standing. "See you tomorrow. Tell Phil I'm in bed so he does come in my room and see me without my hat or mask." I said. "You got it, boss!"
I then left, going to my room, and going to sleep. I was really cold, so I ended up leaving my beanie and mask on for maybe some extra warmth.
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