Wavelengths

Who?

Grizzy had been in and out of it all week. His chest hurt, his throat hurt, he went back and forth between too hot and too cold, and his body was exhausted.

He had flashes of memories, mostly of Puffer waking him to take medicine or Blarg, Smiity and Droid helping him eat or drink something.

There'd been a couple of Blarg sitting next to him and Puffer, his hand resting on Grizzy's chest with an odd glow, but he was so out of it he figured they were fever dreams.

He couldn't place how he always seemed to breathe easier after each dream though, but figured it was it his brain making things up while the medications worked.

There'd also been a few foggy moments of Puffer running a hand across his forehead, leaving a coolness behind that felt incredible against his skin. A few times where Puffer would touch his chest or throat and he'd suddenly feel as if he'd had the best ice water in the world.

As his fever reduced and the tightness in his chest faded, those fever dreams disappeared. His friends were still there though, especially Puffer and Blarg.

The first clear moment he had, he'd realised he was in an unfamiliar room. But the decor and overall vibe of the room just yelled Puffer and he found he was rather calm in here.

It was much cooler than most areas too, the air crisp like a mountain side waterfall. It really helped him with his breathing, the air clean and cool on his skin.

He rolled over, taking a slow deep breath. His fever had fully broken the night before, his skin gross feeling. He'd been able to shower a few times since he'd gotten sick, insisting on it during his somewhat lucid moments. Even if Puffer insisted on the water being lukewarm, they'd still felt amazing on his overheated skin.

"Hey, how you feeling this morning?" Blarg asked cheerfully, Grizzy blinking at him as he yawned. "Better, breathing doesn't hurt as bad. My skin feels gross though, itchy," he grumbled and Blarg chuckled.

"Fever broke last night, which means sweat. Here, Droid brought you some clothes, go take a shower really quick. I finally convinced Puffer to take a damn nap so you better get whatever you need to done before he goes all mother bitch again and hovers," he said cheerfully, causing Grizzy to laugh lightly that ended with a faint cough.

Grizzy nodded though, getting up from the bed with a grimace. Blarg easily grabbed his elbow as he swayed since this was the first time he'd stood up without help in, he didn't know, a week?

Once Grizzy was steady, he nodded gratefully at Blarg before hurrying over to the bathroom across the hall. He knew Kryoz had the master bedroom with the connecting bathroom, but Puffer, Pezzy and Blarg all shared the other one.

He jumped into the shower, making sure it was lukewarm. He knew his fever had broken, but he didn't want to risk it spiking again because of some hot water.

Once he was clean and dressed and feeling a million times better, he picked up his dirty clothes and left the bathroom, stopping in the doorway as he watched Puffer hiss at Blarg.

"...just broke Matt, are you fucking braindead? He could have, I don't fucking know, fell, or passed out, or- oh, hi Grizzy," Puffer cut off his rant as he noticed the other man in the doorway.

"Hey Puffer, I'm alright you know, just a bit hungry," he said amused and Puffer nodded quickly. "Yeah, of course. Here, I'll take those, Matt, go cook or something," he ordered as he took Grizzy's clothes, the other giving him a look.

"Why do I have to go cook?" He complained and Puffer set a hand on his hip as he pointed at Blarg. "Because, fire boy, you let Grizzy off on his own when he's still recovering, so go cook. Shoo bitch," he said and Blarg rolled his eyes at Grizzy before giving a sarcastic salute, leaving the room.