Taking A Sick Day

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╰┈➤No spoilers just cute puppet cuddling with a bonus of short Pinocchio

The morning after the joyous rain play with Pinocchio found you in a somewhat less celebratory state

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The morning after the joyous rain play with Pinocchio found you in a somewhat less celebratory state. The effects of the rain, combined with your carefree frolicking, had bestowed upon you the gift of a fever. As you sat up in bed, the haze of illness clung to you, wrapping its invisible tendrils around your body.

A muffled cough escaped your lips, and you instinctively covered your mouth with your elbow, mindful of not spreading any potential germs. Your nose felt stuffy, adding an extra layer of discomfort to your already weakened state. Yet, despite the symptoms, you attempted to soldier on, determined not to let a common cold dampen your spirits.

Pinocchio, with his ever-curious nature, observed your actions with a tilted head, his expressive blue eyes reflecting concern. When the word "sick" slipped from your lips, panic flickered across his features. In an instant, his thoughts raced to the dreaded Petrification Disease, a threat that loomed large in the post-apocalyptic world of Krat.

His puppet heart, ever loyal and protective, couldn't fathom the idea of you succumbing to such a dire fate. The mere mention of illness had triggered an internal alarm, and Pinocchio's worry was palpable. His freckled face contorted with concern, and he frantically scanned the room, as if searching for a solution to this newfound crisis.

Realizing the need to allay his fears, you gently reached out, placing a comforting hand on Pinocchio's shoulder. With a reassuring smile, you began to explain that it was just a common cold, a transient ailment that humans often experienced. You emphasized that it was nothing like the Petrification Disease, which seemed to put his agitated puppet heart at ease.

As you spoke, Pinocchio's features gradually softened, his anxiety dissipating like mist under the sun. His eyes, still filled with concern, now held a glimmer of understanding. He nodded, accepting the explanation, and a sigh of relief escaped him. His worry for your well-being was genuine, a testament to the depth of his emotions.

With Pinocchio now assured that you were not facing a life-threatening affliction, you settled back into bed, ready to weather the storm of a common cold with the puppet by your side. As the rain continued its gentle patter outside, the room became a haven, where the warmth of companionship outweighed the temporary discomfort of illness.

The persistent ache in your head had prompted you to request some medicine to alleviate the discomfort. Pinocchio, ever eager to help and still concerned about your well-being, swiftly agreed to fetch the needed remedy. With a promise to return promptly, the puppet embarked on his mission to secure the medicine that would bring relief to your ailing head.

As time passed, and the minutes ticked away, the anticipated medicine didn't materialize. Growing restless and impatient, you decided to take matters into your own hands. Stifling the nagging headache, you made your way downstairs, determined to retrieve the medicine yourself.

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