Comet || An II Lightbulb AU.

Sick Day

She woke up in a daze, back in her adult body. She felt nauseous. Lightbulb groaned as she tried to push herself up. Her whole body hurt. It took her a couple of tries, but eventually, she managed to sit up without falling back over. Had she forgotten to take her medication last night? Was she so sick that she needed something to keep her asleep? Maybe that was why she kept dreaming about her mother again.

But what were those dreams all about? They were too blurry to see anything through. She blinked rapidly a couple of times, trying to clear her vision a bit before standing up shakily. She felt cold all over and she was starting to shiver slightly.

She grabbed her medication, checking the box. She hadn't forgotten to take anything. Was she sick? She swallowed it down, feeling dizzy and nauseated as she did. She curled up into her bed, covering herself in blankets. She hoped it would pass soon. She couldn't move right now. She couldn't think about anything but getting better. All she wanted to do was sleep.

She heard a knock on the door. "Come in." She called out weakly. OJ walked in. "Hey. Lightbulb. We're planning on cleaning out the basement, do you wanna- woah. Are... you okay?" He asked concerned, noticing her pale skin and shaky hands. Lightbulb nodded quickly, forcing a bright smile onto her lips. "Just tired." She lied easily. "Are you sure?" OJ asked hesitantly. "Yup. I'm totally fine! Lets... Fix up that basement!" She exclaimed enthusiastically, attempting to sound normal. Lightbulb exclaimed loudly. She forced herself to stand up unsteadily, stumbling a little. She gripped the edge of her bed to steady herself.

OJ eyed her warily. "Are you sure you're okay?" He repeated. Lightbulb forced another smile onto her face. "Yeah! Why wouldn't I be?" She was sure she wouldn't be able to fool anyone for long though. "You should stay in bed." He warned her as he walked over to help her walk back into bed.

Lightbulb rolled her eyes. "I don't want to be in bed if you guys are working! Can't you let me do something? Anything?" She asked exasperatedly. OJ looked at her uncertainly. He knew she probably wasn't well enough to even stand. "Lightbulb, please. You're obviously sick If I let you do anything you might end up passing out in the middle of the floor or something." OJ reminded her. Lightbulb glared. "I'm not sick!" She insisted. OJ raised an eyebrow. "Even if you aren't sick, there's something wrong." Lightbulb stared at him. "Uh huh.." OJ continued. "Maybe you should talk to someone about it. You know, someone that can help you feel better." He added. Lightbulb bit her lip. His talking was becoming like word salad in her mind. He continued, but she could barely pay attention. "Ah... That's nice, OJ. Thank you for thinking of me, but there isn't anything wrong." She lied once more.

"It's nice but. I'm fine to come along." She started walking toward the doorway, but OJ stopped her. "You aren't even listening to me, are you?" He sighed annoyed. Lightbulb shrugged. "Sorry, focusing is.. a bit hard for me. You know how it is She replied nonchalantly. OJ chuckled softly. "Alright. Fine. At least your our of your bed. Wanna come downstairs? Knife made french toast!" Lightbulb suddenly felt a wave of nausea wash over her at the mention of food. She swallowed it down. "Sounds d-delicious. I'm coming." She replied, stumbling out of her bedroom and pushing past OJ.

Her knees knocked together as she leaned against a wall, trying to keep herself balanced. "Wow, hah, I'm kinda tired, maybe I shoul-" Her body suddenly felt weak, going limp as she slipped to the ground. "Whoop- Never mind. Guess I'll just lie down here. Nice and comfy." She murmured faintly. OJ looked down at her, shocked. "Oh shit! Are you okay?" Lightbulb shrugged. "I'm okay. The carpet's comfier than it looks anyway." She mumbled lazily. OJ helped her back up again "C'mon, let's get you back to bed." He said worriedly. "Nnngh.." Lightbulb shook her head, trying to get rid of the fuzzy feeling in her head. "Uggggh... No." She protested weakly. "You definitely got that bug Pickle had a little while ago... If I let you stay on the couch so you can talk to people, will you rest? Or will you just lay there until tomorrow?" He inquired carefully.