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Doctors Don't Get Sick

"Vhat on Earth are you talking about?" Henrik swatted away Chase who was trying to help him stand up properly. More coughs tore through the doctor's throat as he kept his hands gripped on his knees, doubled over as fits of coughs rolled over him. When it finally passed, he straightened on his own, clearing his throat.

"Doctors do not get sick." He scoffed, brushing off his lab coat and fixing his frayed grassy curls. Chase gave him a sideways glance, readjusting his hat from when he'd been shoved away.

"No," he demanded Henrik's attention now. The irritable doctor only glared at him in response. "You're sick and you're not going to get better if you don't get rest."

Henrik immediately went to protest.

Chase wasn't done talking. "I don't want to argue with you. If I have to, I'll call Marv and make him use whatever hocus pocus magic he practices to knock you out so we can get you home. I don't want to have to resort to that but I'm not going to let you hurt yourself for the sake of your work. What happens if you sneeze or cough on a patient? What if they get whatever cold you have? How's that going to affect them if they're already here with immune system issues? I know you live to help people but you need to help yourself get better first. Otherwise, you're not helping anyone."

Henrik, who'd been formulating a sharply witted comeback while Chase had been scolding him, was now dead silent. How had he failed to consider that him being sick could make other people feel worse too? He was a doctor. Of all the things he should've known, that was one of them. And it was high on the list.

"Very vell," his voice hung with resignation and defeat, his body language unwilling but his eyes thankful. Chase grinned widely, having won his first argument against his genius older brother. "You know who to talk to so zat ve can leave?"

"Ye––No..." Chase quickly changed tracks, having expected Henrik to have asked if he knew what to do.

Amused, Henrik gave Chase a set of instructions and soon enough, they were headed out the front door, a goody bag of medication to help Henrik get better in hand. Not long before Chase was backing their car out of the space, Henrik was seized by another fit of coughing. It startled Chase enough that he braked entirely, making sure no other cars were coming their way and parked the car halfway down the parking row.

He turned behind his seat, rummaging through the bag of snacks he always kept with him to find a water bottle for Henrik. Once he'd retrieved a half drunk, crinkled bottle, Henrik had already swiped it away, pushing aside his doctor's mask and swallowing large gulps between raspy burning coughs. Chase trusted Henrik to take care of himself better than Chase knew to, so he went back to navigating the trip to their apartment.

Aside from the occasional coughing fit, the ride was quiet and relaxing. Henrik eventually settled back into his seat and pulled off his gloves and hat, keeping his mask over his mouth for Chase's sake. One sick ego was enough. Two and their mischievous brother would have something more to play with. With some luck, Henrik would get better before Anti caught wind of his ailment and tried to use it to his advantage.

Soon enough, they'd pulled into a parking space by the entrance to their apartment and Henrik was quickly ushered inside. The longer they stayed out in the snow, Chase feared, the sicker Henrik would get. Within minutes, Chase was warming soup and making hot tea while Henrik changed into pajamas and wrapped himself warmly in bundles of blankets on the couch. Chase had picked out an old Disney movie for Henrik to watch while Chase and his brothers were away for the day.

For as much as Henrik had fought to not miss work, he seemed to be enjoying his time watching movies and sipping at perfectly made tea. And Chase seemed to be able to tell that without even looking at him. 

"You're welcome." Chase beat Henrik to that exchange, earning a disgruntled "Thank you," in response.

It wasn't long before Chase had to leave for work and Henrik was left alone in the apartment, cuddling with a pile of blankets and pillows as Bambi played on the television screen before him. It was important to take time to get better. If he'd stayed at work, who knows what would've happened. Who he could've accidentally hurt, trying to help them in his condition. He would be alright in a week maybe. Until then, he had time to relax. To enjoy the time he had away from work.

As the sun went down through the window to Henrik's left, the apartment door swung open to welcome Jackieboy Man home. The superhero slumped against the wall tiredly, his mask slipping off his face, cape torn, and suit soaking wet. He eyed the sick doctor warily, a slightly amused smirk on his lips. "Chase gotcha too? Was only a matter of time, I suppose."

He pulled off his mask entirely, wringing it out onto the hardwood floor. "Well, get better soon, doc. Don't overdo anything. Relax, eat your soup, sleep." And with that, he trudged off down the hall behind Henrik to what he called his "Hero Hideout", a trail of water footprints following him.

Next, Henrik was greeted rather abruptly, by Marvin. A cloud of green followed by a few sparks and Marvin was sitting in the armchair nearby, tapping his wand gently over his knee as he regarded Henrik thoughtfully. "Y'know, I got a couple charms that could help ya sleep if that's what you're struggling with right now?"

Henrik shook his head slightly, though thankful for the offer. "Thank you, Marvin but I think I vill be alright. You should probably go and check on ze resident superhero. He looks like he's had a rough day."

Marvin cursed softly, conjuring a small teddy bear for Henrik before readjusting his mask and leaving in search of Jackieboy Man. Chase walked in not a second later, pointing in confusion at Marvin who'd just stomped off to scold Jackieboy Man for being unsafe. When Henrik shrugged and rolled his eyes, grinning. Chase laughed brightly. He'd never seen Henrik act this way. It was as if he wasn't weighed down by anything anymore. He didn't have to worry about anything but getting better. This was good. This was change. Necessary change.

"I'll be down the hall if you need me. Door'll be open. Just shout." And he was gone.

Henrik half expected Robbie or Anti to burst through the door and join the 'You're sick and we want to help' party. But there was nothing. No Anti, No Robbie, nothing.

Until there was shouting.

Anti's voice rang through the entire apartment, causing Henrik to flinch painfully. Why did Anti's voice have to be so shrill sometimes? A flash of color darted past him several times, purple and green as Anti did everything he could to further mangle Robbie's body to no avail. At one point, Henrik caught a glimpse of a giggly zombie, waving at him as Anti tried to throw him across the room.

"Anti, vhat do you think you're doing?" Henrik scolded him, his voice cracking a bit.

Anti stopped dead in his tracks, the zombie dropping to the floor at his feet before scuttling away, laughing. "I was experimenting. Robbie might just be indestructible, did you know?" Anti quickly realized his older brother was unwell and changed subjects. "Tis the most wonderful time... to be sick," he sang, amusedly. "Flu season hit the doc? Who woulda thought? Well, anyway, get better soon. It's no fun to pester you if you don't fight back."

"Sure thing, Anti," Henrik laughed shortly, shaking his head at the hyper and almost thoughtful ego.