Warnings: None
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Grian is sick, he was currently watching some random show that was confusing him with his clouded mind. He gave upon watching the show when he grew nauseous enough to vomit into the bucket beside him.
I need some medicine... He thought, Eh, I'll suffer.
Grian was alerted to noise outside his home, but ended up ignoring it because if the pain in his sides and throat. He laid back down and tried going back to sleep, ignoring the ringing in his ears.
The next time he woke up, he saw Xisuma beside him doing something.
"Suma?" He croaked, "What're you doing here?"
"Well, sicky's awake." Xisuma teased, "How're you feeling?"
"Like crap... What're you doing here?"
"Wondering why you didn't call me to tell me you were ill."
"My communicator is in my room..." Grian rolled his head to the side away from the admin, "I've not had the strength to move..."
"Well duh! You've got Watcher flu you idiot. I've quarantined your place."
"That bad huh?"
"You've been like this for three days dummy." Xisuma moved Grian's face towards him, "Drink this."
"No."
"Grian, don't fight me. You know what'll happen if you fight me. Remember when we were kids?"
"I hate you."
Xisuma forcefully opened Grian's mouth and poured the spoonful of colourful, glowing liquid down his throat. Grian choked for a moment then settled back down. The young Watcher then rolled over and pulled his blanket over his face. Xisuma chuckled then grabbed the syringes in his box and inserted them one by one into Grian's arm.
Grian slept for the next two days, a deep, deep sleep.
He looked around for Xisum, but with his blurry vision, he only called, (1)"ᓭ⚍ᒲᔑ?"
"What're you doing speaking galactic?"
(2)"╎ ᓵᔑリ'ℸ ̣ ᓭᒷᒷ ||𝙹⚍... ᓭ⚍ᒲᔑ ∴⍑ᒷ∷ᒷ ᔑ∷ᒷ ||𝙹⚍?"
"It must be a side effect of one of your medicines."
A bright light shined in Grian's eyes. He couldn't see Xisuma anywhere and he couldn't see the hand that was holding the flashlight. He began fighting against the ghostly light and wouldn't stop until he was being held down.
"Grian, stop fighting me!" Xisuma shouted, holding down Grian's flailing arms, "St-Stop! Stop it!"
"What's going on with him?" Scar asked, "This isn't normal."
"He's hallucinating from one of the medicines." Grian ended up punching Xisuma in the chest, knocking the wind out of him as he fell back, "Ah.. Even sick this kid packs a punch."
Xisuma grabbed the liquid medicine and poured it down Grian's throat. Grian spat it out and refused to take it. Xisuma pinned Grian to his couch and poured the medicine down Grian's throat.
"Okay. When he goes to sleep, we're taking him to the Watcher hospital."
"Good because it's been five days and he's not getting any better." Scar put the back of his hand on Grian's forehead, "His fever still hasn't broken."
When Grian was admitted, the Watcher specialist began treating him immediately. They hooked him up to an IV drip and let him sleep. The specialist informed Xisuma on Grian's severe case and said that they'd be keeping him for the next couple days under a deep sleep so that his body could heal more.
Three days later, Xisuma was able to stay in the room with Grian. The young Watcher woke up with a light cough after hearing something about his fever breaking. Grian mumbled something in his tired state, only sounding as a groan to the other's ears.
"Uh, is he okay?" Xisuma asked, "He doesn't sound too good."
"He's delusional." The specialist said, "He doesn't even know where he is."
"How long until he can come back home?"
"Best guess is three days. He should be perfectly coherent tomorrow."
The next morning when Grian woke up, his attention was turned towards the very pink admin across the room. He sat up in the bed with a yawn, "Suma, what're you doing here?"
"Well." Xisuma clicked his tongue, "Doctor was right, you're coherent."
Grian rubbed his eyes with one hand, "What's that suppose to mean?"
"Don't worry about it. I'm just glad you're doing better."
"How long was I out?"
"A while."
"You look like you're enjoying my pain and suffering."
"Oh trust me, I'm not. You're lucky you can't pass on that Watcher flu to anyone."
"Watcher flu?! That could have killed me!"
"Yeah, primarily because YOU DIDN'T CALL ME. Next time call me fool."
"Yes Mr. Admin sir." Grian replied with a chuckle, "I wanna go home."
"Tomorrow."
Translations
1. Suma?
2. I can't see you... Suma where are you?
