Your scars remain

Chapter 5: Sickfic but Part 2

Pretty much in the title
Tommy is a good big brother :D

So apparently Karl was having an 'Allergic Reaction' to the Ginger Ale, whatever that meant. He just knew now he was in absolute Misery by Maroon 5 (Or at least that's how Tommy phrased it, he, again, wasn't quite sure what it meant).

Wilbur came back up with a small plastic cup about ⅔ full with pink liquid.

"Here," The brunette handed Karl the small cup. "Drink, please."

'Please'. What a strange word.

Karl obediently drank, trying his best to hide how his nose wrinkled from the putrid taste.

He thought it was like a power, as soon as he drank it everything bad would go away. But it didn't.

He still felt nauseous, and cold, so cold, and his nose was still extremely runny.

He gave the cup a scrutinizing look.

"It should kick in in about ten to twenty minutes," Wilbur explained, prying the cup out of Karl's hands. The brunette nodded.

The surprising thing is that it did work after a few minutes. The chills didn't go away, but his head stopped pounding.

After a few more minutes, Tommy burst back into the room with a colorful rectangle thing in his hand.

"Movie time!" He chucked the rectangle-thing onto the foot of the bed after taking out a circle with a hole in the middle.

Karl leaned forward a little, looking up at Tommy who was fiddling with... something, and picked up the rectangle thing. It was colorful, mainly blue and white in the background with small dots of rainbow color above a box thing. He couldn't read the text.

Tommy startled the brunette when he threw himself next to Karl, pulling a red and white blanket over him.

"This is the best movie in existence , I promise you'll love it!"

Karl doesn't understand a single thing that is going on during the 'Movie', however he tries to mimic Tommy's emotions, although he's pretty sure the blonde can tell he doesn't really feel it.

Master came in about halfway(?) through and handed both Karl and Tommy a tray of food. Tommy slowly ate his 'Ham Sandwich' and brushed away the crumbs while Karl nearly choked with how fast he was downing the small bowl of 'Soup'.

The rest of the day was pretty uneventful, Tommy insisted on watching quite a few more 'Movies' and getting into an argument with Wilbur when the brunette said he 'Wouldn't be your maid and you can get your own fucking popcorn'. Karl was too absorbed in the small yellow 'Minions' on the screen to pay much attention.

He trusted they wouldn't hurt him while he watched, they'd been nothing but kind to him.

After a movie about a blue-alien-villain-person finished, Techno came in to awkwardly explain that they'd need to get Karl on a 'Normal eating schedule' by slowly working him up to three meals a day, but for now they'd only give him lunch as to not repeat the throwing up incident.

Karl nodded. He had survived on much less.

Wilbur came in a few minutes later and shood both Tommy and Techno out of the room.

"Hold still," He instructed, Karl obeyed. Wilbur used one hand to hold Karl's long bangs up, the other swiped a weird white instrument against his forehead. The brunette closed his eyes as the weird machine beeped.

"101.9," Wilbur read out the result(?). "Not good, but not too bad either. How do you feel?"

Karl nodded. He felt... safe.

That was a surprising thought.

"Tell me if it gets worse."

Karl nodded again.

"I'll make sure the gremlin child doesn't bother you," Wilbur smiled, "You get some rest."

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The next day, Karl wakes up feeling exponentially better. His headache was gone and he could think clearly, his nose was less runny, he was feeling less extremely cold or extremely hot, just feeling much better altogether.

The same ritual from yesterday was repeated, Tommy bursting in at unholy hours of the morning (According to Wilbur, 8am is way too early to be dealing with Tommy-level energy) and announcing that they are going to watch more movies.

"Try some, it's delicious!" Tommy hypes as the first movie starts up, shoving a tin of weird oddly shaped white things in Karl's face. The brunette obediently takes one in his hand, and without a second thought pops it in his mouth. It's crunchy. And very good . He doesn't show any emotion trying it, but Tommy can somehow sense he likes it.

"It's called popcorn," He explains, grabbing a handful for himself and attempting to fit the entire thing in his mouth.

Karl gave a tiny, hesitant smile. Tommy brightened as well.

That day they finished the entirety of the Shrek franchise. Karl can't say he understood much of what was going on, but he didn't want to bother Tommy with his questions when the boy was so eagerly watching the two ogres fall in love.

The bowl of popcorn went by quickly, although Karl barely ate any.

In the evening, Master came back into the room, holding the contraption that Wilbur used the day before. He 'Took Karl's temperature', which had lowered to a nice 100.2, before instructing him to eat another bowl of the soup-stuff. The avian plucked Tommy off of the bed, swept both the tray and the empty popcorn bowl in his other hand, turned off the 'TV', and left the room with a smile and a "Get some sleep, mate."

Karl could hear Tommy's whines of wanting to hang out with his sibling more while he closed his eyes and waited for sleep to take him.

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On the third day of his 'Fever', he was deemed healthy.

Tommy quite literally pulled him downstairs, Karl trying not to fall on his butt or his face every five seconds, and they curled up next to a reading Techno on the couch while listening to Wilbur practice his... whatever that music-making thing was.

Wilbur and Tommy got into another playful argument over his singing.

"Seriously, why are you writing breakup songs when you and Quackity have been together for a year ," Tommy huffed, exasperated.

"When you get the lyrics in your mind, you can't not write them," Wilbur strummed the strings.

"So 'I'm in Love With an E-Boy' was totally, 100% , just lyrics bouncing in your head?" The blonde asked with extreme apprehension. Wilbur turned instantly scarlet. "Maybe it's also a coincidence that that's around the same time you met Mr. Quacks?"

"Sh-Shut up, gremlin child!"

"I'M NOT A FUCKING CHILD YOU BALD MAN!!!!"

Techno surreptitiously leaned down and whispered in Karl's ear, "Ten dollars on them arguing for more than ten minutes."

Karl gave an awkward smile, still very unused to the action.

"Karl?" Master poked his head into the room, smelling very faintly of sewer water, and smiled when he saw his the four kids. "Glad you're feeling better, what do you say we give your hair a haircut?"

*Spams bell like Technoblade* GIVE ME V O T E S

I did more research for this fic than anything pertaining to school lmao

I know this one was short, but the next one will be much longer and should be coming within the next week :D
(It's already twice as long and I've still got a scene or two more to go)