𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦

sixteen

Out of the three sick people who Wrath had taken care of, only Gluttony remained.

(Well, Envy is still sick. He just insisted to go to school for some reason. Wrath had let him go after a long and heated argument that ended up in Envy throwing up and being unable to eat for a whole day.)

"Do you have any ideas on why you've been sick for a week?" Wrath asked one night when he left a glass of water on Gluttony's bedside table. "And why the fever isn't going down?"

Gluttony, who currently had a high fever of thirty-nine Celsius, considered this. "I don't know," he finally answered in a hoarse voice, a product of coughing non-stop. He cleared his throat. "I mean, this might be an infection of some kind, I don't know."

The two knew that diseases can be cured by turning into your mini form and going back to the spirit world, but currently the spirit world is under re-construction. If Gluttony went there in his sick state, he'll probably be decimated by what's going on.

Even though Temperance and Gluttony both are one of the spirits in charge in leading the rebuilding.

And changing to his mini form is not an option with the roots forcibly germinating in his lungs. He'd suffocate to death in under five seconds.

Sighing, Wrath turned off the lights. "I'm your babysitter now," he said while walking out.

Even though it was meant as a joke, Gluttony couldn't help but feel guilty.