drink stuff

sick day ~part 1~

{{ NO ONE'S//3RD PERSON POV }}

Dream and Ink were laying on the wet and soft grass,, the stars glimpse into the dark sky. The sound of rushing water and crickets could be heard. Ink had one of his arms wrapped around Dream's neck, while dream held Ink's stomach. They were enjoying each other company until Dream started coughing and his aura started to dim. Ink looked surprised while looking over at Dream, who was gripping on Ink's side and shaking.
" Dream, are you okay?! What's going on? " Ink asked, worrying. Dream just coughed into his fist while trying to nod. Ink just bit on his lip,, not knowing what to do.

His hand moved down to Dream's waist,, helping the both of them sit up.
" we should go back... you clearly aren't doing well " Ink told Dream as his eyes soften. Dream looked surprised,,
" no no— " Dream was interpreted by his own burning and itchy throat demanding to cough. " we don't need to. I'm fine " Dream finished his sentence, with coughs here and there. Dream gave a weak smile but Ink wasn't buying it. Ink stood up, bending over and wrapping his hand around Dream's legs,, picking him up. He carried Dream to their home while Dream was trying to keep his eyes open.

~~ // Time skip to when they get home since yeah<33 \\ ~~

Ink pushed the door open with his foot, walking in as Dream just went limp in Ink's arms. He kicked the door shut while walking up the couch, carefully putting Dream down on the couch.

" I told you I'm fine. " Dream whispered,
" you don't need to worry.. "
Ink patted Dream on the head but stopped and left his hand on Dream's head,, sliding his hand down to Dream's forehead. Feeling how hot Dream's forehead was,, he slid his hand off of his forehead and walked away to the kitchen.

{{ DREAM'S POV }}

I watched Ink's face expressions change when he felt how warm i was,, causing him to rush off to the kitchen. I know he doesn't listen to me all the time but im perfectly fine. I try to swallow but it hurts to do so,, my throat is burning so much and I feel like something is lunged into my throat. I cover my mouth with my palm while my cheeks blew up,, trying my best not to cough. I don't need anyone to worry when I'm sure this will pass soon. It's quite common and its nothing to be concerned about.

As in my train of thoughts I hear a crash and thud. I perk up from the couch,, trying to peer into the kitchen but the angle im at isn't good enough to see inside the room. I groan as I turn back,, gripping onto the couch cushions, I slowly stood up. My legs twitched, my knee almost taking out my another leg. My legs were just pushed against each other as I tried to let go of the couch cushions. When I did, I fell to the ground. My legs couldn't take the simple task of standing up. I sigh as I started to drag myself against the floor, my arms pushing my body forwards, over and over until I got to the kitchen door frame.

I leaned against the frame, panting heavly. My eyes were barely open but through my blurry vision I was Ink cooking. He was cooking? This is going to be the end for us. He isn't all the best at cooking but most of the simple things he could do,, I've been teaching him but it still sucks. I put my arms up as far as I could, grabbing and gripping onto the frame of the doorway. Trying slowly to stand up. Until I felt the most painful migraine hit my head, I slid back down to my knees, strongly gripping onto the frame. The frame felt like something i could just hold onto for support,, maybe that would to much of focus.

I close my eyes shut, squishing up my face. I just sat there trying to focus on pain,, I thought if I did the pain would be gone. I was wrong, it was more painful. But I stopped when I felt 2 hands grab my wrists and force me to let go of the frame,, then wrapping around my body slowly. As they did so, I felt my body go limp as I was lifted up.

{{ NO ONE'S POV/3RD PERSON POV }}

Ink carried Dream right back to couch,, then grabbing the remote and putting on one of Dream's favorite shows. Then putting down the remote. He leaned over Dream,, kissing his forehead.
" Stay here this time Dream,, you clearly aren't good. " Ink said while walking away. Dream lazily opened his eyes glancing over at the TV. Dream just stared deeply into the TV, stars in his eyes.

Ink picked up the bowl of soup he had made for dream, slowly and steady he took the bowl out to dream,, but instead putting it down on the coffee table. Then running off. Dream was thinking of outcomes of what could happen next in the kids show that was put on. It made him feel like a kid again, and it lets him take a break from reality. It was like another world for him. While Dream never took his eyes off of the TV, Ink was already back and wrapping Dream in a blanket. He picked the soup up before sitting down right next to Dream. Dream had sat up and leaned against Ink's shoulder, hunched over. Ink picked up the spoon that held some soup,, and fed Dream like if he was a baby. That kept going until there wasn't any soup left and where Dream was passed out and laying his head on Ink's lap. Ink put the bowl aside, caressing Dream's head softly, rubbing his cheekbones. It helped Dream not to be so tense.

{{INK'S POV}}

It's funny to see Dream at the state like this. But out of everyone he just had to get sick,, what a bummer. Atleast he's okay now because I drugged the soup lmao.
I'm surprised how he didn't taste the medicine within the soup but he was so focus on Wild Kratts I don't think he could care about the taste.
Atleast he's at a state of mind where he isn't trying to stop me from helping. It's nice to see gim so relax,, he seemed like he wasn't in pain. Which is good. I hope it stays this way and this sickness will leave him..

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