Doppio Gets Coronavirus

"L-let go!" Doppio cried as he held the soft plastic wrapped package in his arms. It was the last 6 pack, -the only pack- of toilet paper left in the store.

Ghiaccio grabbed for it again, successfully unlocking Doppio's tight grasp on the holy grail. The man's red glasses were fogged up and his veins were popping out of his head.

Doppio wailed as he held onto his precious. Ghiaccio let out a blood curdling scream as they pounced onto the pink-haired man, breaking the 1.5 metre social distancing rule. In retaliation, Doppio wormed his way out of his sick mask and coughed on his attacker.

But then

*kachow*

King cummins used his ability to skip time and throw of Ghiaccio into the frozen food section.

Doppio looked up, clearly disoriented as he clutched his prize.

"D-Diavolo...? What are you doing here?" He asked his pink-haired partner-in-crime.

"I was worried about you." He answered as he lowered his hand for Doppio to take.

"Did you bring hand sanitizer?"

Diavolo nodded as he took out a 2L bottle of isopropyl alcohol from his minion backpack. He then began to empty half of it onto Doppio, letting it ooze into his clothes and his underwear.

Because it was almost 100% alcohol it burned Doppio's penis.

And when it went into his mouth, Doppio winced at the chemical taste that stung his eyes and nose. Then he panicked as the chemicals in his mouth suddenly made his tongue feel cold. That couldn't be good...

But it didn't matter.

He was clean.

They were okay. They were healthy. And most importantly, they were together.

***

Doppio coughed as he watched his second Sim die in a fire. His throat burned.

His fears were becoming true. He must be sick.

Diavolo had been wearing a light blue quarantine suit for weeks now. Doppio suspected that he never took it off, even to shower.

Missing out on all the physical contact made him lonely.

So he drowned his sorrow in The Sims 4. He downloaded an extreme violence mod. It was just a small thing to keep him smiling.

Meanwhile...

Diavolo was playing Tetris in another room. Tetris was the only game he knew how to play since he's a bit of a boomer, even though he's the exact same age as baby face Doppio. Weird.

***

Doppio stirred when he heard the familliar slam of the wooden door.

Diavolo... he must be back already...

He tried to sit up, but even that made him feel out of breath so instead he laid still like flaccid pancake.

"My love." Came a familiar and very masculine voice from beside him. Doppio turned his head to be met with piercing green eyes through his tinted biosuit's safety goggles. "My sweet, sweet Doppio." Diavolo cooed.

"D-did you buy anything?" Doppio asked as he held out his hand. Diavolo took it in his gloved hand and his eyes turned glassy.

"Dio mio, Doppio. There's no pasta. The shops are completely empty." He answered with a grimace.

Doppio wailed, but then started choking, and not the good kind of choking.

Diavolo simply watched, for what could he do? They ran out of medicine weeks ago.

Doppio was dying. That was as clear as the water in the Venice canals (March 27 2020).

There was no hope left in the world.

Diavolo smiled sadly down at the choking Doppio. His face had started going purple.

His favourite colour.

Diavolo pushed a button on his high tech biohazmat suit. The air inside deflated, sounding just like a deflating balloon, and he took off his gloves and goggles to properly hold Doppio's frail hand, to cradle him to sleep.

Diavolo would surely catch it now, but he'd live on. He'd carry on for Doppio's sake.