Brozone/Broppy Short Stories

Sick Day

All through the bunker, everything was quiet. Until...
???: ACHOOO!!!
Clay: What in the hair was that?!
Branch came out of his room and into the kitchen, looking pale with his hair messy.
Bruce: Branch? Are you sick?
Branch: (sounds stuffy) What? No. Why would you say that?
Bruce: Because you sound stuffy, you look pale, and you're sweating.
John Dory walked in and saw Branch. One look at him, and he ran up to him, examining him.
JD: Branch?! You're sick?! What hurts?!  Alright, bros, we need a thermometer, a wet cloth soaked in cold water, and hot soup!
Branch: John, I'm fine. (stumbles a little towards the counter) *cough* *cough*
JD scooped up his baby brother.
Branch: John?! What the! - ow my throat.
JD: Where's that thermometer?!
Clay: Got it!
John Dory turns Branch around and bends him over with his arm around his stomach so he doesn't squirm.
Clay: John, what are you doing?
JD: This is how I take Rhondas temperature.
Floyd: I can't look. (covers his eyes with his hair)
Branch: John? What are you - AAAHHHH!!!
JD: He has a fever of 100.5°!
Bruce: That's not terrible. He just needs rest and soup. I'll make a sure fire cure soup.
John set his brother on the couch and wrapped him so tightly in blankets that Branch couldn't move.
Bruce: I'll feed him.
Branch: Guys, I'm not a baby! I don't need to be hand fed!
John Dory looked at the soup suspiciously.
JD: What kind of soup is that?
Floyd: There's stuff floating on the top.
Clay: Is that blood?
Bruce: It's an Ostere soup.
C,B,F,JD: A what?
Bruce: It's a broth with vegetable peelings and a turkey neck for flavor.
Branch: Yeah, like you're going make me drink that.
Bruce pushed a muscle on Branch's neck, and his mouth opened. This allowed Bruce to feed him.
Branch: Ugh! Yuck! What did you do?
Bruce: A little trade secret Brandi taught me from her girl's yoga retreat. Branch? Will you allow me willingly this time?
Branch turned his head.
JD: (smiles) Still just a baby not getting his way.
Branch: Am not!
This allowed Bruce to sneak one in. After the struggle, the soup was now gone, and Branch gave a yawn.
Floyd: Just to help you sleep better, grandma always gave us warm milk before bed.
JD: On it!
John came back with warm milk in a bottle.
Clay: Seriously, John?
Branch: I'm too tired to argue. Just hand it over.
Branch sucked on the bottle halfway before he was out, and the bottle hit the floor.
JD: Well, brothers, our job is done. High 4?
C,F,(S)B: (whisper yells) High 4!