I am NOT Sick.

Fresh Air

Dark walked outside and decided to sit down. He shivered a little. Google came out and scanned him.

"Hey! I told you not to do that!"

"You have a fever of 102.3°F."

"I didn't ask. Do not tell anyone. Especially Y/n."

"I should call someone..."

"What did I just say?"

His lights blinked and he played a recording. "I didn't ask. Do not tell anyone. Especially Y/n."

"Why are you recording everything I say?"

"In case someone asks what you said."

"Yeah? Well erase this conversation from your memory. And don't scan me."

There was a little bit of beeping, then he left.

"Finally..." Then Y/n came out. "Oh! Uh... hey."

"Fresh air helping?"

"Uh— Hahp’ishxt! ...Well, I thought it was..."

"Bless you. Need a tissue?"

"I do not need a... ti-IHZchew!"

"Bless you. Sounds like you do. Also, ironic how the word 'tissue' sounds like a sneeze."

"I didn't ask. Also, I didn't need you to point that out, I already knew."

"You're shivering."

Shit, I am.

"That's because it's cold."

"...You're cold?"

"...I'm having an off day."

"...Whatever you say."

"I'm going inside."

"You do that. I'm gonna stay out here for a while."

"Okay." Dark left to go inside, stifling two rapid sneezes.