Life with the Nefarious

Sick? I dare not! Part 1

***Y'know... Probably should've mentioned but these are probably going to be a bunch of Crow based shorts... That is to say I am not limiting myself to just Crow. Feel free to throw suggestions out there. By the way I changed the title picture to something I personally made.. Hope you enjoy!***

      Crow yawned, wincing at the scratchy pain that it caused for his throat and head. He felt exhausted and probably for good reason. 

      His work desk isn't the best spot to fall asleep... Four nights in a row... Yeah, not his best move there.

      Crow rubbed at his very stuffy nose as an attempt to fight back the growing amount of snot. It wasn't working. 

      Irritated he growls, only to wince at the pain. He stretches one more time before he heads out of his workspace. 

      Nothing is going to stop him from getting his morning coffee, not even a little cold. He sneezed, making his bones rattle and head swim. Okay, a mildly big cold.

      Thankfully there were hardly any minions in the hall, leaving him clear to go unnoticed. To say his luck extended to the common rooms would be a rather long winded ruse. 

      The newly made couple were sharing a rather large breakfast of sausage, eggs, and pancakes. But mainly sausage. Lots of sausage.

      Crow grimaced at Malachites goo goo eyes, and nearly gagged when Ariella uncharacteristically returned them.

     Crow settled for rolling his eyes, then planning his route to the coffee machine. The two were so lovey dovey that he could probably slip right past, quickly make his coffee, and head back to his work area.

      Crow gave a sinister smile and began his plan. Getting to his coffee machine was easy enough, and making it was simple as well. Mostly.

      He was reaching for the creamer packets, when his nose began to tingle. His eyes widened and he pinched his offending body part. His breath became short and fast, but slowly eased out as the tingling faded.

      Crow sighed and uncovered his nose, letting his hand fall. Once again he reaches his limb out ready to grab the creamer packets when, "Hey, Crowbean! We were ju-"

      "Achoo!" The sneeze shook his entire body, and made his head protest as every thing seemed to sway around him.

      He sniffed, hopefully collecting all the escaped snot, and turns around to glare at Malachite. Crow opens his mouth to speak, but instead of words,

      "Achoo! Achoo! Achoo!" All three were just as loud as the first, if not louder and more painful. Crow rubs the snot on his organic arm, grimacing at the sticky residue.

      He sends one more glare at Malachite before grabbing his coffee and stomping out. His head protested, and his limbs started to feel heavy, but he kept on marching until he reached his work area. 

      There he finally took a sip of his cooling coffee only to sputter at the bitter taste. He forgot the damn creamer! Bolts.

***

      Malachite looked at his love of his life and questioned, "Did you see that?"

      Ariella nods smirking. "Yeah. I didn't even realize that Bird could even get sick."

      "I was talking about how he let me call him Crowbean. But, yeah. That to. Do you think we should tell someone? "

      "Nah, let pencil-neck deal with it. He can tough it through."

***

      Crow can't do this. His head hurt, and his bitter coffee is long gone. Despite the caffeine in him, he feels drowsy, and heavy. His throat feels like sandpaper and his tongue lead.

      He... He should get some medicine. Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. Shaky he stand a up, and heads out the door. 

      But a thought makes him pause. Do they even have any medicine? If a minion gets sick, then they buy their own junk, and Becky has never had a sick day before.

      Crow sighs and heads to his room. There is no possible way he can go to town and buy some and he is not asking anyone for help. He can deal with this in his own.

      Maybe a nap? Yeah a nap sounds good. He walks into his room, absorbing the sight.
      His mahogany desk, that is piled with papers and trinkets, is pushed to the side, up next to his rather small closet.
      A dresser is pressed up against the other wall, clothes folded neatly and placed on top. His bed is shoved in the far corner, the farthest away from the door.
      He sighs deeply as he lands in the bed, fully appreciating how much more comfortable it is compared to his desk. Crow groans when his helmet twists, reminding him that he has to at least get out of his suit.
      Slowly he sits pulling his helmet, face mask and chest plates off. Next came the boots and extra padding. Finally his body piece fell to the floor in a fumbled heap, leaving him almost nude.
      Crow shivers at the onslaught of chilly air that attacked his bare skin, and quickly shuffles himself under his blankets.
      Crow shivered again, and let his eyelids slid down. Darkness swallows him, as he tumbled into a scatter of pitch black and paralyzing nightmares.

To be continued...

****So... I forgot to mention.. I can be a bit evil.. I rushed into this head first and this is more like a hit and run... I have the frame just not all the details... Don't worry I should be able to update later, in a week or so of too busy. Don't forget to comment!****