Loving Family

Chapter 8 : Dawn (X)

Chapter 8: Dawn (X)

Toby the Eevee

Dawn the Espeon

Chp 8

Toby was in and out sleep for most of that day and the following night. That morning, he was feeling a bit better, but it wasn't much. The current thing he was worried about though, was his sheets. They were messy and uncomfortable now, so he had to do laundry, no matter how crappy he felt. He rolled the bedding off the bed and into a ball, and continued rolling it out the hall and down the stairs. Once it hit the stairs, he lost control, and it rolled all the way down and exploded in a pile of cloth at the bottom.

He let out an annoyed string of curses as he trudged down after it and began to gather them back up. Once he reformed the ball shape, he continued pushing it to the laundry room. He ran into more issues once he got there. The washing machine was already in use. He let out a nearly pained sigh and climbed onto his ball of sheets. He sat on it, lightly rocking back and forth while waiting for the current load to finish. The timer said it would be five more minutes.

He looked back when he heard someone enter the room. Dawn stepped in. "Oh, good afternoon Toby." She said cheerily. "You waiting on me?"

"Yea. My bedding needs washed."

"Are you still sick? Washing your sheets will certainly help. What are your symptoms? I could help."

"Headache, aches all over, stuffy nose, sore throat, the usual cold stuff." He groaned.

"I'll get you taken care of, don't worry." She stepped past him to move her bedding to the dryer. "Stand up for a sec." She told him. Once he did, his sheets lifted up and floated into the washing machine, and she set it for him. "I'll come find you as soon as I'm done." She said, before disappearing out the door.

"Ok..." He said after the fact. He headed to the kitchen to get a snack while he waited. A short while later, he had a bag of chips and was sitting in the living room. Breeze was on the treadmill behind the coach, so she had dibs on the TV, but he didn't really care. A little longer and Dawn reappeared. A bottle filled with a dark purple liquid was floating next to her.

"Drink this." She insisted, floating it to his mouth.

He gave it a sniff and turned away. "Ugh, what is that?!"

"Drink it." She said more seriously. "It'll make you feel better."

"I don't need it. I've been taking cold medicine."

"You do though." She said, the bottle threatening to spill on his fur.

"Fine." He said grumpily. He took a drink of the thick liquid and grimaced. He took one more and had to pull back with a gag. "That is nasty!" He heard Breeze laughing quietly behind him.

"Drink it all." She continued to insist. The bottle slowly began to tip, getting close to spilling before he took hold of it. He closed his eyes and chugged it down as quick as possible. "There, what the hell was that junk?"

"Cold medicine."

"But I've been taking that!"

"The capsules. Those aren't as good. Trust me. I'll be back with more before bed."

He groaned but she was already out the door again.

"She's right you know." Breeze told him.

"I'd rather be sick than down more of that." He responded, getting comfortable again.

Later that night, after he had remade his bed, Dawn tracked him down.

"Time for your medicine!" She said enthusiastically as she burst into his room.