Ghosts of the past (Singamalay & ASEAN)

You almost gave me a heart attack!

"Here, let me help you." I supported his back as I slowly handed him his cup of Milo once he was ready.

-3rd Person POV-

"Thanks Singa." He took a sip before continuing. "What happened? All I remember is feeling really sick with a killer headache before blacking out,"

"You fainted on the way out of the bathroom."

Malay gave a small groan as he took another sip. "Do you want me to get you some food? I made some kaya toast," Singa asked, placing Malay's cup on the bedside table once he was done.

Malay nodded and laid down. "That would be nice but there is a very high chance I'll fall asleep while you're gone,"

Singa chuckled. "That's fine. You need the rest anyway. I'll just place it on the bedside table if you choose to eat it,"

Malay smiled at his response and shut his eyes. Singa rolled down the blinds to keep the room nice and dark before leaving to get the toast.

As he left, Malay felt like something was missing and he needed something. In his sick and tired state, thoughts, at least reasonable thoughts, were out the window and at that point, all he was relying on was his instinct and wanting comfort.

Starting to feel uncomfortable at the loss of something and the frustration of not knowing what it was, he tried adjusting to different positions but nothing worked.

Annoyed, he groggily got up, with a pillow and half a blanket on him, and went out of his bedroom. He was about to head to... somewhere, when a comforting scent hit him.

He knew where he wanted to go at the time but as he recalled, once he recovered, Malay honestly could not remember where he wanted to go. All he could remember was that he was sure that he really wanted to got there. Wherever there was.

Clouded in his sick filled daze, Malay went towards and followed the comforting scent. However, on his way there, he bumped into somebody but Malay was too tired to actually care who it actually was.

He muttered a quick apology to receive something he couldn't really understand before continuing to follow the scent into a dimly lit bedroom with the blinds still shut, much to his approval.

Nearby, there was a jacket on a chair. Malay grabbed it and buried his head in it before flopping onto the messy bed. Between the fluffy bed and the comforting scent of the room and jacket, he curled his tail around himself before eventually falling asleep.

Meanwhile, Singa was waiting for the last piece of toast from the toaster. Once it had dinged, he transfered it onto the waiting plate, spread some kaya on it and went to Malay's bedroom.

While he was walking, he bumped into Phil. "Indo settling in okay?" Singa asked.

Phil nodded. "Yes. He's doing fine. He just sounds like he is down with a really bad flu though. How's Malay and has he woken up yet?"

"Yeah, he has. He has probably gone back to sleep so I'm just going to place this plate on the bedside table in case he wants to eat something when he wakes up,"

Phil smiled. "Great. I'm probably gonna make some Indomie once Indo has some appetite. Right now, some drinks for him might be a good idea,"