Drabbles

Gross.

Oh, how wonderful the day started off for Lightbulb. First, she couldn't find Baxter, then she was suddenly hit with a wave of heat. A fever, to be exact. Her stomach groaned and twisted in pain. It must've been something she ate.

Lightbulb moaned and crawled back into bed, deciding to sleep it off. However, she felt off. Her body kept convulsing painfully and she felt her stomach "twinge," in a way. She winced and sat up, beginning to feel sick. She started panicking and adrenaline ran through her.

Lightbulb threw off her covers and ran into the bathroom connected to her bedroom. You know what happened from there.

She was the only one feeling this way. Paintbrush had a room next to her, and they didn't enjoy being woken up with the sound of somebody vomiting. What a nasty way to be yanked from a pleasant dream.

They growled in frustration and sat up in bed, rubbing their eyes and calling. "Lightbulb, you okay in there?" they said just loud enough for Lightbulb to hear them. There was the sound of more ralphing, then a toilet flushing, then a weary "Nope. Sick as a dog." Lightbulb laughed nervously, only to be cut off with a groan. Paintbrush sighed and stood up, arching their back and stretching their limbs.

They exited their room and opened LB's door, only to be hit with a waft of sickness stench. It smelled like stomach acid and rotten food. They choked on the thick air, then closed the door behind them and opened the windows, hoping the scent would leave.

They opened the bathroom door and sighed. Luckily, Lightbulb had gotten to the toilet in time, however, the vomiting had taken quite a lot of energy out of her. She was now just making noises of pain and laying on the floor. Paintbrush let out a breath of a sigh and gently hooked their arms under her, lifting her and carrying her out of the room. She was quite light now that she had nothing in her stomach.

As they laid her down in bed, Lightbulb had opened her eyes and blushed in embarrassment. She felt like she didn't need to be looked after, especially not by her best friend.

... Well, at least she preferred them rather than Test Tube. TT would be smothering her in antibiotics and clipboards with research papers on them.

Paintbrush pulled the covers over LB and sat down at the foot of the bed. They looked at her with a small, disappointed frown. Lightbulb was known to eat many things not edible.

Apparently, lately, she had gained an appetite for antifreeze.

While Lightbulb had an incredibly powerful stomach, antifreeze was an incredibly powerful chemical. The antifreeze wouldn't kill her, but it would certainly give her a horrid stomachache.

That seemed to be the situation here.

Lightbulb clutched her stomach and rolled onto her side. "Water. Please. Painty?" she said in a strange way. Paintbrush nodded and stood up, walking out of the room temporarily to get her the beverage.

By the time they returned, Lightbulb was already back to sleep and only made small movements and sometimes a wince. Paintbrush set the glass of water on her nightstand and walked back out of the room.

As these are drabbles, I had no clue how to continue this. Take it or leave it.