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Sick

Today was weird. As usual, Hotel OJ worked on a chores system; everyone taking turn doing all the laundry each week. Now today was Fan's turn. It's not to say he was good at it but it was usually shovelled onto him. So. Laundry it is.

Between typing mindless things on his blog, doomscrolling and wheeling around a large laundry basket, he slowly makes it to each person's room to collect any sheets, towels and among other things.

Door by door, he knocked out each contestant. Tissues had the most as usual. Fan neglected to go near him, after hearing the symptom list of his on FANS FANTASTIC FEATURES he would rather... not.

Knife.. paintbrush.. trophy who spat in his face... pickle. He goes down the list until he reaches the end of the corridor. Test tube and microphones room. It was strange because he had not seen Test tube around recently. Now not to say she's an early bird of the sort but it's 1PM and she's still not up. Unusual but not to worry.

He wheels the basket over to their room and hesitantly knocks on the door. He stands back and waits, fidgeting with his fingers discreetly. The door creaks open with a sniffle.

"Hello—? Oh.. hey Fan.." Test tube answer.

Oh my god. She's a mess. There's a tissue stuck up her nose, hair sticking out in all directions, face pale, eyes red and she's shaking slightly. Fan stops what he's about to say to look her up and down with a concerned look.

"Oh. God test tube are you okay..?!" Fan asks with worry in his voice, letting his grip off the laundry basket as hands hover in front of him.

She sniffle again, wiping the hair out her face. "Ah. I'm fine Fan don't worry—" she's cut off by his persistent voice.

"Clearly you're not! Have you just been rotting in here all day..?" He interrogated, adding a dramatic hand gesture.

She rubs her temples but a small smile spreads across her pale lips. "I was trying to test of a vaccine I made for Xihmzalia's disease but-" she stops in her sentence to sneeze into the sleeve of her dressing gown. "But I think I forgot to wash my hands."

"Xihma— you know what I'm not going to question it." He tilts his hand to the side, telling her to let him in. "You take care of my stupid self all the time now it's time for me to take care of you... and DONT say it's fine it's NOT."

Test tube opens her mouth to argue but bites back her words as a pounding headache surges through her head. She decides to go fight it, just grinning a small grin before shaking her head as she follows behind him. Fan basically struts over to her bed next to the window and flicks the covers to the side, bossily pointing to the mattress.

"Relax. I'm going to get you sorted." He says, a hint of determination in his voice.

She groans in protest but slowly and steadily lies down, her head aching at the contact against the pillow. He pulls the covers back over her, tucking her in.

"Stay tight. I'll get you some soup and a flannel for your forehead.. atleast that's what the internet says will help." He states, shoving his phone back into his pocket.

"O-okay." She squeezes out admirable another sneeze or cough.

Gently smiling to her as he does so, he leaves the room. Fan sighs before pushing the basket into the elevator. Get this done and you get to spend time with your girlfriend.

He comes back about half an hour later, food trey in hand, he pushes the door open with his hips (slut) as his hands aren't free. Walking into the room and noticing him, Test Tube's droopy eyes light up a bit.

"Fan.. you didn't need to do this for me." She says, voice sounding a little weaker.

"No. I did. Sit up please honey." He asks, his voice gentle as he places the trey on her lap.

On the trey was a bowl of tomato soup, a large cup of water, some sort of pain kill and a wet cloth. Oh and a box of tissues. It was clear she would need a LOT of tissues today.

"Is that better?" He asks with care, standing there with a soft but proud smile. She nods in response.

His smile grew wider, his hand coming to gently stroke his back with his thumb. "Get some rest."

"I will if I can.. will you stay?" She questions, looking up at her all sniffly and sick.

"Of course." He leans down to press a small kiss to her forehead, her eyes fluttering temporarily at the sensation.

"You'll get sick too you know if you get closer." She says in a more blunt voice, almost like the normal Test Tube.

"It's worth it." He moves to the other side of the bed and scoots onto it, sitting next to her with a gentle expression.

"If you say so." She fires back, moving so her head is leaning on his shoulder.

And so the next day he too got very sick. Stupid fucking fan.