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The morning sun shone through the window, drawing Scar from his slumber. Birds could be heard singing outside (plus mobs dying) as Scar blinked the sleep from his eyes.
Jellie was sitting on the windowsill, bathing in the morning sun. It was a beautiful sight to wake up to if you asked Scar. There was one other though. Scar looked to his right and smiled softly.
Grain was curled up next to Scar, cheek swooshed up against his pillow. The sight was so addicting to Scar, the way the avian’s features were soft and carefree in sleep.
Although…
Scar frowned, noticing that wasn’t exactly the case today. Grian’s face was flushed, beads of sweat gathered around his temples. With concern blossoming, Scar gently pressed his lips against Grian’s forehead, and immediately found a simmering fever.
Grian groaned, blinking groggily up at Scar.
“Well, hello there…” Scar smiled tenderly, brushing a strand of hair out of Grian’s face. “You’ve feeling alright there, love?”
Grian looked briefly like he wanted to shake his head and bury his face back into Scar’s bare chest, eyes filled with despair and anguish.
But this was Grian. Workaholic Grian.
Scar watched in dismay as Grian rolled over onto his back with a misery-filled groan, “What time is it?” Grian asked, rubbing his face with his hands.
Scar sighed, sitting up properly to check the time; not surprised by the misdirection, this was Grian after all.
“It’s around six…and you didn’t answer my ques-”
Scar’s concern skyrocketed as he watched Grian struggle to sit up, immediately reaching out a hand to help. “Woah, I got you…”
Worry and dread were bubbling in Scar’s stomach; Grian was not okay.
“I’m fine…” Grian insisted as he stared down at his lap, breathing heavily like he had just ran a marathon. “I..I just had a bad night, that's all...”
Well that much was true, Scar could admit as he remembered Grian having a hard time getting to sleep last night. Tossing and turning constantly. Unable to get comfortable. It was a whole ordeal.
But as Scar fully took in the state of his love, he could see how Grian was trembling ever so slightly, swaying where he sat and getting paler by the second.
This was more than a bad night's sleep.
Scar shook his head, having had enough of his pesky bird’s stubbornness. “Grian…You’re running a fever. ”
Grian’s eyebrows creased, starting to sway dangerously close to falling off the bed now. “Wha-”
“Okay no, come here…” Scar wrapped his arm around Grian’s waist with a sigh, pulling the sick avian towards him.
Grian yelped in surprise as he suddenly found himself leaning against lean muscle, cheek tucked against the nape of Scar's neck.
“Scar!” Grian whined, as some of his resolve to get up crumbled like wet cardboard in the rain. Oh void, he did feel appallingly horrible but- “I have things I have to do!”
Scar ticked his tongue, not convinced in the slightest.
“And those things can wait…” Scar scolded lightly as he gently lowered himself and Grian down onto the bed. “Right now, we’re going back to sleep for a couple more hours, then I’m going to make you something to eat and then you are going to rest… ”
“But…but there’s so much to do...” Grian pouted, his resolve falling away from him every second he didn’t get up. (And the way Scar was rubbing the patch of skin in between his wings wasn’t helping!)
“I can’t…I can’t take a sick day..” Grian’s stomach was flipping and flopping all over the place. “I just can’t, there’s too much-“
“Gri, please…” Scar pressed his lips against Grian’s head in a tender kiss, his heart hurting for his love. “Let me take care of you…”
Grian squeezed his eyes shut as a wave of nausea overtook him. “Scar…”
“Please…” Scar was begging now, he really didn’t want to fight Grian on this but this was a battle he had to win. “For me..”
Grian was silent for a long tense second, before sighing.
“Okay, okay fine...” Grian whined, breaking out into feverish shivers. “but I got to call work first, and then I’ll probably have to find someone to replace me and, oh no-”
Scar frowned, watching as Grian started to ramble with a slightly panicked tone.
“I was going to meet Mumbo for lunch!” Grian gasped, eyes widening with a feverish haze. “I’ll have to message him too and…and, oh Scar! it would really just be better if just go-”
“Woah! What did I just say…” Scar scolded lightly as he pulled their blanket up higher so it covered Grian’s shivering form better. “I will handle it, love…”
“You are not to worry about a thing…” Scar tucked a strand of Grian’s hair behind the avian’s ear. “I just want you to focus on getting better, okay?”
Grian whined, feeling too exhausted and nauseous to put up a fight. “Just don’t say anything stupid to my boss, I still have to work with those people…”
“Why, so little faith…” Scar mumbled as he reached over for his communicator, typing a quick message to Grian’s boss.
Goodtimeswithscar whispers to Grian’s boss: hi, Grian’s partner here. Grian’s sick so he’s not coming in today.
If anyone had a problem with Grian taking a sick day or if Scar had his way, multiple, (you don’t get over an illness in one day!) then they could take it up with him. (Scar)
“I’ll have you know that I have never said anything stupid in my life…” Scar whispered, pressing a kiss to Grian’s temple.
Grian huffed in disbelief, smiling ever so slightly as he watched Scar type out a message to Mumbo, his eyelids getting steadily heavier.
Goodtimeswithscar whispers to MumboJumbo: Our pesky Bird is sick, so he can’t make that lunch meet-up thingy you two had planned.
Before Scar could put his communicator away, Mumbo replied to his message.
“Damn Mumbo, did you even go to sleep last night??” Scar muttered under his breath as he read the message.
MumboJumbo whispers to Goodtimeswithscar: Damn, poor guy. Yeah, that’s fine, I totally get it. Tell Grian to rest and not to be a spoon for me, will you?
Goodtimeswithscar whispers to MumboJumbo: Will do.
“Mumbo says to rest and not be a spoon, whatever that means?” Scar told Grian as placed his communicator away.
Grian hummed, barely awake to fully comprehend what Scar was saying.
Scar smiled softly at the sight, glad his love was getting some sleep. Scar closed his eyes, content to just hold his bird close.