Freedom To Another Cage [BILLFORD]

Chapter 12: Sick

Bill slumped onto the bed, worn out from being outside in the Summer Snow, pulling a pillow down to hug onto, mumbling. "'M fell no good.."
Ford sat down next to the bed. He placed a hand on Bills forehead, frowning. "Yeah, I can tell. You're burning hot."

Bill rubbed his eye. "'M tired.."
"You probably shouldn't sleep yet. You could have a fever, and I don't have medicine to help you if you do." Ford said, looking around the room. He found a thermometer before walking over to Bill. "Open your mouth."

Ford grabbed the thermometer and put it underneath Bill's tongue once turned to a mouth, and waited for a moment before taking the thermometer out and checking the temperature.

102. Well, it was slightly over his average (99 or sometimes even 100), so it wasn't too bad.
"Well, you've definitely got a fever." Ford said with a sigh. The fact that he didn't have any medicine around in a scenario like this pissed him off.
"Cool." Bill mumbled sarcastically.
"Yeah, cool." Ford muttered. He pinched the bridge of his nose before sighing. "You know I don't have any kind of medication for this, right?"
"Sucks for you, then."

Ford just rolled his eyes in response before standing up from the bed. "I'll go buy some from the store. Stay here."
"What?! You're leaving me again? Who's gonna keep me company?" Bill asked, sitting up.
"Calm down, I'll be back in like, 15 minutes." Ford grabbed his keys off the table and started walking to the door.

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Ford soon returned back to the room, walking inside and seeing Bill passed out on the bed. He let out a sigh before walking over and gently shaking Bill's shoulder. "Hey. Wake up."
"Mmno.." He mumbled, pulling away to hold onto a pillow even more. Ford held back an annoyed sigh, trying to gently pull the pillow out of Bill's grip. "Bill. Wake up, you can't sleep yet. I got medicine for your fever."

Ford held a small cup of medicine from the store. He was hesitant at first but held it up to Bill's mouth. "Open your mouth and drink the damn medicine."
Bill groaned in annoyance again before going onto his back with an open mouth for Stanford to pour into. Ford rolled his eyes at the reaction before pouring the liquid medicine into Bill's mouth. Once the cup was empty, he set it down on the bedside table. "There. Wasn't that hard, was it?"

Bill grumbled before turning back onto his side, turning the mouth back into an eye as he continued cuddling the pillow. He then started mumbling and complaining, "What 'm I gonna do now? 'M gonna miss the Arts 'nd Craft hour wi' Shooting Star, I'm gonna have tah be 'n bed aaaall day.. Ugh.."
"Seriously? You're gonna miss arts and crafts hour?"
"Yeah! I di'n't finish my project yesterday!"
"And what exactly were you working on yesterday?"
"I was makin' 'n art.."
"Do you remember what it was a picture of? An object, an animal...?"
No answer.

Ford was about to say something more before seeing that Bill was slowly falling back asleep. He sighed and leaned back a bit, continuing to sit beside him.