Romance Is Alive

Chapter 5: I Can't Believe It's Not Butter!

"Good morning, companion." he said as she turned over and opened one eye with a squint. Her other eye was sealed shut with mucus.

"Er, I mean good morning my little Mike Wazowski." he teased. The collar shocked him.

"Good morning, companion." she laughed and used her fingers to force her other eye open.

The laugh evolved into a dramatic wet cough.

"You're not getting much better, are you? Good thing we made that appointment for today." The collar shocked him.

"I don't know what's wrong. I've been sick for over a week now, I've never been this sick."

"Yea, I'm worried too. Let's make breakfast before your appointment?" The collar shocked him.

She gargled up a loogie and struggled to get out of bed. She was barely able to stand up and make her way to the bathroom in order to spit it out as he laid scrolling on his phone. He could hear her coughing up a universe. After going to the bathroom, she used the walls as balances to safely make her way to the kitchen.

"Ughhh" she grumbled as she gargled up another loogie and put her hand against her forehead.

"Did you see the article I sent you yesterday?" he asked as he laid in bed.

Once she was in the kitchen, she slid herself down against the drawer walls to pull out the pan. He came out into the kitchen and reached over her to grab the eggs out of the refrigerator. She used the drawers as balances to lift herself up.

"Did you see the news article I sent you yesterday?" he asked again.

"No, what was it?" she replied as she stumbled to the kitchen sink to violently cough up more mucus.

She put the pan on the stove and he put the butter on the pan. She cracked an egg. He cracked one.

"It was a news story after you sent those two to the psych ward. The people are revolting over what happened yesterday. Couples all over the world are posting videos like "the color of the water of my baby's life". It's getting pretty crazy out there. The global police have made over 2 million arrests in the last couple hours alone."

"Let the guard take care of them." They looked at each other. Their collars shocked the both of them.

She layered the mushrooms and spinach. He layered the cheese. She got out the plates, he placed them. She toasted the bread, he buttered it. She grabbed glasses for the orange juice and placed them on the counter. She could barely stand in place, the nausea was overbearing. She hurried to the restroom. He filled the glasses with orange juice.

They ate while watching the events unfolding on the morning news. Her device was blowing up from hundreds of companions around the globe.

"Your appointment is in 30 minutes" he said as he sat up, grabbed the two plates to do the dishes, and was immediately was shocked by the collar. He collapsed to the floor and the two plates shattered below him.

"AH, FUCK."

"Oh my god, are you okay?!?!"

"Yea, I'm okay." he sighed while he inspected his body for any cuts or scratches. "I filled the orange juice for us last. I forgot to tell you after you got out of the bathroom. I'm sorry." he continued.

"It's not your fault, I should have though-" the collar zapped her and she collapsed to the floor as well.

"FUCK." she cried. "We should have thought about it."