South Park Shorts

The Flu [AO3 Request]

This is so lazy I'm so sorry :/

I'm a sucker for sickfics so I'm writing another one

"Here's your soup."
Marjorine smiled, setting the white bowl on the nightstand.

"You don't need to take care of me, Marj. I had chickenpox when I was eight and I took care of myself, if you want to study for finals or do whatever nerdy shit you do; you can go, I'll be fine."
Kenny stated, weakly sitting up.

"I'm doing this because I want to. You shouldn't have to work or anything when you have a fever." She claimed.

"It's ninety-eight point five. It's not even that bad! I've had much higher fevers before. I don't want you to fail your exam, or test, or whatever because you have to take care of me."

"I already have everything memorized, it'll be a piece of cake. Besides, you're more important than a test." The girl replied.

"I'm not even that sick. With all the shit I did as a kid, I doubt I'll catch anything. I'm fucking immune!"
Kenny said, swinging his feet of the bed, almost falling back from the fast motion.

Marjorine lays a hand on his shoulder, gently forcing him onto the pillow.
"It's clear you're feeling a little lightheaded. And you may be immune to weird ass sicknesses and diseases but you'll still sensitive to colds and the flu."

"Okay, maybe I'm a LITTLE sick."
The dirty-blonde admitted.

She nods.
"Yeah, I think so too."
Marjorine said through gritted teeth.
"Maybe you should take some medicine."

"Depends..."
Kenny smirked.

  Marjorine playfully rolled her eyes, quickly walking out the room. She soon comes back with a few bottle of medicine and sets it on the bedside table.

"You ate the soup?"
She asked.

"Yeah, I got kinda hungry."
He responded. Kenny takes a glance at the bottles she sat down and grimaced.
"Eww! You're expecting me to take THAT?!"

"It's the only medicine we got! You need to take medicine to make you better."
Marjorine said.

"That's gonna make me sicker!"
Kenny exclaimed, turning around and hiding under the comforter.

"I know it tastes bad but I want you to get better, I'll give you a sucker if you can take the medicine."
She bribed.

He slowly took his head out from under the blanket. "Cherry sucker?"

"Cherry sucker."
The blonde girl reassured.

"Alright then."
Kenny shrugged, still hesitant.

  She opens up the bottle and hands him two pills, giving him a water; which like always, he denied and swallowed them dry. Kenny grimaced, hating the taste of the pills. He holds his hand out, wanting the sucker he was promised. She reached into her pocket and gave him a DumDum's Cherry sucker.

"Happy?"
Marjorine asked.

  He nods, immediately biting into the red candy. Marj throws her legs on the bed, getting beside him under the covers and securely wrapping her arms around him.

"Get some rest, you need it."
She said.

He nods into her chest, comfortably resting his leg on top of her.
"I'll try."

  When he wakes up, he couldn't tell if he felt the same or worse. His chest didn't feel as heavy, but he was still dizzy and felt beads of sweat drip down his forehead. He felt flushed, throat still feeling clogged and nose stuffed. Marjorine was beside him anymore, at least that what he thinks. He's not fully conscious or aware to know for sure.

"Marj?" He weakly asked, his voice coming out hoarse and rough.

"I'm right here, hun. You feeling better?"
She asked.

  He lazily shakes his head, sinking into the silk pillows. He felt better earlier, and he thought the medicine would help at least a bit so he could get back to work. Marjorine is quick to grab the thermometer on the night stand next to the medicine. He opens his mouth slightly, just so she can put the thermometer under his tongue. When it beeps, she takes it out and look.

"One-hundred one."
Marjorine read aloud.

"It got higher?"
He mumbled.

"I guess so, it'll be alright. Lay low."
She advised, moving hair out of his face.

Kenny only nods, he never gets this sick. And let's just say, he doesn't want to ever again. It feels like his head is about to explode, his body aches. He can feel the after effects from the medicine, more drowsiness and a bit of lightheadedness; which could just be from him being sick. Kenny let's himself doze off again, staring at the slow-spinning ceiling; and eventually, his eyes close.

It's bright once he awakens again. He can only tell that from the sunlight trying to sneak into the room through closed curtains. It seems lonely. Like nobody has been in this room for ages. Kenny notices the door slightly creaked, somewhat quiet music able to be heard. To say the least, he felt better. Maybe he just needed more sleep. It's been forever since he's gotten out of bed, but he's ready; and really needs to use the bathroom.

The music's a bit louder once he leaves the room. And he can hear Marjorine humming and quietly singing along. As much as he wanted to, he didn't pay any mind to her, he really needed to piss and wake up a little more.

"What time is it?"
Kenny asks Marjorine once he leaves the bathroom, the music turned off.

"Three."
She simply replied with a shrug.

"What do you mean three?" He questioned.
"I slept for twelve hours?"

"More than twelve hours, more like twenty." Marjorine claimed.
"I gave you NyQuil while you were asleep."

He stared at her in shock. She seemed conflicted to why he would be making that face at her.
"You feeling any better?"

"Yeah, I am actually. What did you do, give me herbs for something?"
Kenny replied.

"No, just gave you NyQuil."
She shrugged again.

He smiled, Marjorine never knows when he's joking. "It was a joke. But thank you for taking care of me."