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Gaty rushed upstairs to the sound of Two coughing.
“Two? What’s wrong are you ok?”
Two was laying in their bed, hacking, their eyes crusted. “What’s going on..”
Gaty laughed, “Oh Two I thought it was serious! You just have a little cold!”
Two glared at her, “I’m very hot actually.”
Gaty booped them, “Ah yes I know. That’s probably a fever though.”
Two looked at her, blinking slowly, not trying to muster up the energy to process the first half of what Gaty had just said. “Fe..ver..?”
Gaty laughed again, “Oh Two, do you really not know anything about sickness?”
Two lay back in bed, “No.. I feel horrid Gaty! How do you objects deal with this?”
Gaty giggled and pulled the covers over Two and went to make them some soup. When she came back, Two was snoring peacefully. Gaty smiled at them and set the soup down next to them. She was about to leave them be when she felt a strong surge of magic come over her, pulling her towards the bed.
She looked back and saw Two’s asleep, sick form using their magic to pull her closer. “Oh Two.. I don’t wanna get sick…”
But the pull was to strong. She climbed into bed, face flushing for a heartbeat before giving in and pulling them closer, letting them wrap their arms around her as she pressed her face to their chest, snuggling close, face bright as a tomato.
The next day Two woke up feeling somehow good as new, and somehow snuggling close with Gaty. They almost jumped, but seeing how peaceful she was in their arms they smiled softly and went back to sleep, pulling her close again.