>>51369185>”H-Hurts…” She whimpered, squeezing her eyes shut.“Don’t speak.” You whispered.
>Her eyes were hazed over. >Colored spots moved over the walls.>They pulsed with her groaning.>You shushed her, and kissed her forehead.>To be thorough you took her temperature.>You slid the thermometer beneath her tongue.>You weren’t surprised by the result.>She messily spit the thermometer out. >A string of contaminated drool momentarily connected it to her mouth when you pulled it away.>”Mmm…” She sputtered.“Shhh, shhh… You don’t have to-“
>“Mankeypox?” She asked through the pain.>You snorted and smiled.“No. Definitely not mankeypox.”
“Just a bit of the flu.”
>A nasty case of the flu, you thought. But you refrained from sharing that tidbit.“Be right back.” You said, leaving her bedside.
>You picked up her premier pokéball in the living room.>You huffed.>You knew what her answer would be.>On your way back, you took a glass of water too.>You clacked it down on the nightstand’s coaster.>She moved her head to look.>You knelt down, holding her pokéball at eye level for her to see.“Doctor?” You asked.
>Zoroark shut her eyes and shook her head, grunting her disapproval.“Alright, alright…” You accepted, setting her ball next to the water.
>Despite her fur and blankets, her shivering quickened.>You hadn’t paid enough attention before, and opened the closet to fetch another blanket.>She gripped the bedsheets hard, pulling them tight around to cocoon herself.>Tucking her in, you began talking.“I’ll call work and let them know I can’t come in, okay?”
>A solitary grunt was her acknowledgment. “And if you don’t improve in a day or so, I’m taking you to the pokécenter whether you like it or not.” You declared, and leaned down to rub her shoulder beneath the blanket. “Okay?”
>Another grunt, though a little quieter.>You left her to rest.>Hopefully you could find mom’s chicken soup recipe.Updated pastebin:
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