3: "I have a question for you 1."
1: "Of course, ask away. We're here to help, after all."
3: "Can SMGs get sick?"
1: "Of course. Other than us having powers and a few other things, we SMGs are identical to our avatars. We share appearances and stuff like allergies and languages. Well, not you and Four anymore, but you get my point.
...
1: "Wait, why are you asking? Are you okay?"
3: "Yeah, I'm fine, it's Four who's sick."
1: "Oh."
3: "Do you think he's gonna ... "
1: "Oh, three, Im sure he's fine."
SMG3 sighed in relief.
3: "Okay, thank you so much. Talk to you later."
SMG3 went back inside. Four was sitting up now. He had the blanket wrapped around him and his hair was even more of a mess than before. He must have woken up because he was still in that half-asleep daze.
"Good Morning, sleeping beauty."
Said Three.
SMG4 chuckled.
"You find that funny?"
"Maybe."
"Anyway, are you feeling any better?" Asked Three as he sat down on the couch.
"Yeah, a little bit. My head still really hurts though."
"Oh, I could get you something for it."
And 3 walked into the kitchen only to realize the meds weren't there and therefore he had no idea where they were. Oops.
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Sorry for the short chapter. ✨️Writers block✨️
