Fever Dream

Healing

"Rise and shine, sleepy head."

The gentle voice of the nurse roused Player from their dark, abysmal dreams. The sleep they had been previously floating through was thick like pea-soup fog, and just as suffocating, unable to see their hands clear in front of them, all the while blurry shadows and static-filled voices filled their ears.
Their eyelids flickered open, the surroundings revealed to be the gentle aquamarine walls of the medical room, feeling a sheet pulled up to their chin.
A damp washcloth was folded and placed on their forehead to cool them down.
Posters of anatomy and health were on the wall, a few instruments on the counter out of reach of children, and a medicine cabinet bolted onto the wall and locked.
The student turned their head, to see the nurse with her back to them, filling up a water cup.

Her blonde hair was styled in a fluffy pixie cut, and looked like golden silk in the sun's rays. She had on a clean, pressed pink and white uniform and pristine white sneakers.
Her hazel eyes were outlined with just a small bit of kohl to make them look more large and defined, and she wore some plastic disposable gloves to hide her clean hands and shiny nails from any germs or residue from medicines.
A white name tag on the right breast of her uniform indicated her name was "Nurse A. Spirin", the Here School logo in the top left hand corner of the badge, and a medical cross in the bottom right-hand corner.
She turned around, walking back silently with the water cup in her hand.

Player groaned sleepily and rubbed their eyes, watching as the blonde nurse gave them a soft, motherly smile, gently holding the water cup to their lips so they could take a small sip.
Reaching a hand out, Player found themselves holding the cup to take another few sips of water, before handing it carefully back to the nurse when they couldn't finish the rest.
It was still half-full, but better than nothing, Nurse Spirin supposed.
"You've been asleep for a little while, with quite a high fever" she informed Player, her voice like tinkling wind-chimes, but only more soothing.
"I've called your mom and let her know you were sick, and to come get you. It was a good thing First Prize got you here so quickly" she added, the aformentioned android stepping out from behind the door so as to not startle them.

Had....had First Prize been crying?
There were a few dark streaks on the robot's cheeks, like oil slicks, or watery mascara, even though First Prize was smiling softly and using his bangs to hide them.
His hands were in the pockets of his hoodie, and he gave Player a small, big-brotherly grin.

"But...." Player mumbled, rubbing their eyes again.
Their head hurt, and their stomach was doing flip after flip, the heat from their face could be felt without their hands even touching them.
"I mean...t-thanks" they conceded, carefully laying back down on the propped-up pillows.
First Prize gently took hold of the washcloth, running cold water over it and wringing it out, gently dabbing Player's face and arms to cool them down even more.
"Your files don't show any allergies to anything. Will you be ok with ibuprofen syrup?" Nurse Spirin asked, to which Player let out a small croak of "yeah."
"Alright, I'll get you some water to wash it down with. Just lay back and try to relax, ok?" she requested.

Player nodded in response, First Prize sitting in the chair next to the bed and holding their hand.
He looked so worried, felt his core racing with fear and anxiety, wanting the young student to be safe from this flu or fever or whatever it was. He couldn't be sure, as data and thoughts ran a hundred miles an hour through his processing units, and he couldn't decipher one theory from another at that given moment in time.
"My tummy hurts" Player squeaked, First Prize placing a hand on the human's torso.
A slow few waves of comfortable heat ran through his hand, trying to soothe the aching sensation from within.
If that failed, a bucket was by Player's side, just in case.
First Prize was quiet for once, only focusing his energy on making his friend well again, helping the nurse to heal them as she readied the spoonful of medicine that was clear-ish in colour, consistency almost similar to honey. But, by God, Player knew it wouldn't be anywhere near as sweet.