A Little Care

That plan needed finishing. It was the only reason he got himself to get out of the godforsaken bed he was comfortable in. He felt terrible, like he couldn't keep anything in his stomach, everything was too hot, too dizzy. Too.....Sickly. By god was he sick!?...He shook that off rather quickly. Didn't matter. Work was needed. Work was the thing winning today and if he crashed off the road of sanity so be it. He might've already been losing it anyways with how much he was coughing and how sore his throat felt. He might as well been one of the walking dead as his body spun between heavy and lightheaded with how he looked. Wheezes and coughs were what came out of him and the only language he spoke right now was lack of no sleep and 'I need coffee'-nese, and he didn't even LIKE coffee. He winced as his sore throat throbbed and suppressed the urge to cough as it would only hurt more. Darnit he just had to get to the dam kitchen area. He KNEW he should've stayed in bed that day...but he had a lot planned today today and he was so close to being done. All he had to do was finish up a few things around Gowland's amusement park for him then he can bother Pierce some more. He knew if he just got enough caffeine he'd be able to make one more day and finish. He tensed in pain from his chest as he coughed a little, face scrunched up. DAngIT!! He LOATHED being sick Hated anyone around him being sick....Speaking of which where the heck was everyone? It was unusually quiet for Alice's home in the middle of the day. He sniffled again, slumped footsteps echoing out what he perceived to be the entire empty room as his runny nose got the the better of him.

Wow...He really did have a cold didn't he?

"ACHOO- ow." The body of the man shook as the sounds of a sneeze echoed through the entire place and if it weren't for his hand quickly latching onto a doorway he was passing, he would've suffered more than just stumbling and landing into the wall...he let out a whimper from his sore throat and head that the sneeze made throb. His tail lashing in annoyance making the fish piercing clank on its end. Huh....It was weird she hadn't asked him if he was ok' by this point. He scowled. Whatever. If everyone was out doing something he couldn't care less. Right now he had more important things to attend to, like getting his butt awake and figuring out if he wanted to dunk his head in cold water (probably not as he generally hated water being a cat) or just see how coffee worked out for him. Another sneeze wracked his body resulted in more scratchy voiced whimpers and mumbles as he walked his way somehow into the kitchen with his blurry vision and spinning head. The cold tiled floor sent a shiver down his swaying form- "ACHOO!!" He stumbled and threw his hands out thankfully grabbing onto the counter, gradually pulling himself along towards the upper cabinets above the Alice's kitchen sink. He reached up a hand and felt around for any spare cups of hers lying around. Sniffling as he did light headed. Eventually his hand wrapped around a simple white mug and he was able to easier reach it with his slumped body against the counter. ".......ACHOO!!" He shook his head and sniffled. Man he hated having a cold-

"Boris?"

A glass shattering rang from the sink as porcelain mug pieces scattered about in her kitchen's metal sink. Feet stumbled and at long last he was too slow to reach for the counter instead tumbling to the floor with a thud and sore heap as he laid there...Head spinning. Whimpering. Body sore...and only a cough escaped the sore throat causing more whimpers and sniffles. Footsteps approached but he could only weakly shake. GOD! He felt like almost crying-

"AH!! DONT TOUCH DONT TOUCH!! ACHOO!!" He rasped out in a croaky voice that sounded like he was smoking for fifty years as a white flash of pain passed over when when two hands grabbed his side out of nowhere all of a sudden, his head slumping as the headache throbbed again from another sneeze. Ears going to flat flat on his head.

"What's wrong with you!? Are you ok!?," a girl's voice sounded above him and he winced from the loud volume, "BORIS! Answer me you hairball! "Her answer? ANother loud sneeze making him whimper and curl in on himself on himself even more and she leaned back a bit before groaning. "Of all the things you can get yourself into you get yourself sick?!"