𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦

fourteen

He woke up with a fever and an alarming headache, still in his uniform and surrounded by books on his bed.

Amazing, he thought to himself. You're a fucking idiot, you know that, right, Gluttony?

Slowly, he forced himself to get out of bed and take a bath. The moment he stepped on the floor, he crashed back into bed, the room spinning and causing him to feel nauseous.

Shit, he cursed in his head. Vertigo.

Gluttony stayed still to avoid throwing up like the few times he'd been cursed with this affliction, hoping someone would come in and close the curtains. The bright light was annoying him and worsening his migraine.

This time, his "savior" was Wrath, who walked in with a glass of water and some human medicine that Gluttony had tweaked so that it was useful for spirits. Wrath set down the glass of water and the meds, then closed the curtains, effectively enclosing all of them in the dark.

"You're Idiot #3," Wrath grumbled, turning on a night-light, "because I have to take care of three sick idiots today."

Gluttony wanted to ask about this, so he tried to, but what came out was a mess of jumbled words. Wrath sighed and stuck a straw in the glass so that Gluttony didn't have to sit up to drink it. "For your information, the other sick idiots are Envy and Sloth."

At this, Gluttony smiled a bit, even with mostly-closed eyes and his whole body feeling like it's on fire.

Wrath placed a hand on Gluttony's forehead, and the heat lessened. "I can absorb heat, apparently," Wrath explained, "but I didn't try this to Envy, because he's shivering like he's in the North Pole."

Gluttony didn't respond, but he was listening and Wrath knew this. Yet the pair fell into silence as Wrath removed the books from the bed, allowing Gluttony to move. By the time he'd cleared the bed, Gluttony was able to open his eyes and move his head.

"You should take a bath," Wrath stated. "Can you get up?"

Without hesitating, Gluttony nodded—causing a sharp twinge of pain to shoot through his head. He winced, but Wrath didn't notice it, still working on the books around the path from the bed to the door. When finally Wrath decided that his work can be deemed acceptable, Gluttony's head had settled.

Slowly, Wrath half-dragged, half-supported Gluttony while he was in a dazed state to get to the bathroom. He hadn't left that room in 37 hours.

Though with much cursing and near-fainting, Wrath managed to help Gluttony stay conscious by yelling outside the bathroom for ten minutes straight. He'd been yelling about maths for a long time, and Gluttony couldn't help but feel like it was ridiculous.

Wrath had finished teaching trigonometry to the bathroom door, but he wasn't finished with yelling. "The formula to—" Wrath started again, but Gluttony saw Envy walk towards Wrath from the small gap in the door. The younger sin looked half-dead, with eye-bags under his sunken eyes that looked like two black eyes, with deathly pallid skin, shaking hands, and a college-level blue hardcover textbook in those hands.

"Shut the fuck up," Envy said flatly, putting his hands up and throwing the book, which hit the back of Wrath's head. "Let a bitch sleep."

A normal day, by all means.