Malware & Broken Memories

Barely Lucid

He has no idea how long he's been practically glued to his bed, but he knew something was very wrong with him. MePhone had gone to bed a few nights ago feeling completely fine, but now, here he was, three days later, stuck in his bed. If he didn't know any better he'd guess he was dying, but he didn't really understand. He was a robot! He didn't really get sick, which just left him even more confused than he normally would be in this delirious state he found himself in. He didn't even know how long he had been up for, just constantly having phases where he couldn't sleep, to immediately being unable to keep his eyes open. He didn't even have the energy to check his internal clock as he let out an unhappy whine, rolling over to his other side on the bed.

He was frustrated, and his body wouldn't stop shaking, and his head felt terrible. He couldn't even brighten his screen much, the light levels his own face emitted adding to the pain of his current headache. The last time he had gotten this sick, well, he didn't want to think about it, not remembering much of it other than the others telling him he almost died.

It felt incredibly inconvenient how many times he just had to brush right by the concept of dying. He had to sit there wondering why he couldn't just be back to normal already.

MePhone hated asking for help, but he really wished he actually could right now. The thing was, in the days he hadn't been out, as far as he was aware, nobody had come to check on him yet, which slightly bothered him, considering at least OJ would probably have checked in at least once, and of course, this of all times is when he's left alone. He just wanted this to pass, but he didn't know how to help himself in this situation.

He really couldn't do much, this state deeming him far too weak to try to get up-- and oh did he try. He was sure if he stood, or tried to sit up, he'd fall out of bed, and that would just leave him in a worse situation. No matter what, he was dizzy. It was awful. He couldn't even distract himself from the thought he might just go into sleep mode and not wake back up like this. It was terrifying. He didn't want to die.

A few hours passed of him in this state, just thinking about all sorts of things, feeling about the most helpless he's ever felt, before something new happened. He didn't feel the usual wave of exhaustion, but in just the span of a few seconds, everything seemed to go entirely dark.

...And of course, not long after this was when OJ asked someone to check in on him for the fifth time. See, OJ had been checking in, and was growing more concerned each time, considering every time he did, MePhone had been asleep. This time was enough though. He was a bit caught up with hotel work, a few of the residents deciding to be a hassle, so he asked TestTube, who was also concerned, to check in. It had been three days since she, or anyone else for that matter, had seen him out of his room, or even properly awake. TestTube could only worry that something was wrong with the robot's systems or something. She sighed, standing outside the door, before knocking. No response, as usual. She took a moment to weigh her options, unsure as if it was worth going in there, but really it had been a concerning amount of time since he had been seen, so she opened the door, stepping in quietly.

"MePhone? Can you wake up? Say something?" She asked, looking around the dark room as she stepped over. Nothing was out of place in the room itself, but as she spoke, there was a very clear lack of response to the scientist, from the robot. As TestTube stepped over, she could tell just how much MePhone was shaking, almost completely curled in on himself on his side, not to mention how miserable he looked. His synthetic hair was unkempt and messy, and the sweater he was wearing was several sizes too large for him, hanging loosely against his frame.

"Hello?" TestTube softened her voice, a lot more concerned now. She stepped to the side of the bed the robot was facing, before carefully shaking his shoulder. Still no response, MePhone's screen not even turning on to complain or yell at the other for disturbing him while he was just trying to sleep.