ShortFic: Sickness
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MC requested a ship on twitter and I had some free time (whilst procrastinating on doing logs for my drama) and thought I'd fulfill the request by writing a fic. As it's only short, I'm not sure if a cut is needed but I'll add one for safety
Coughing filled the room as MCGamer walked in, covering his mouth as his mouth projected the sounds. He looked around the room and slowly made his way across to the other side. He opened up the reflective cupboard and looked inside, searching for a certain small bottle.
“C’mon… where are you?” He coughed again, groaning as the vibrations hurt his head.
Then he saw it. He reached in, grabbed it and sighed in relief as he realised it was actually real and able to be grabbed. The man smiled at it. It was just what he needed.
He took it out of the room and walked back to his own room, through the rest of the house – still coughing and going as slow as possible. Once in the safety of his own place, he gently kissed the top of the bottle before opening and drinking some of its contents.
He sighed in relief again as he felt the liquid flow down his throat. Replacing the lid, he gave the bottle a look over again with a smile. Cold medicine was his love and saviour now.
Coughing filled the room as MCGamer walked in, covering his mouth as his mouth projected the sounds. He looked around the room and slowly made his way across to the other side. He opened up the reflective cupboard and looked inside, searching for a certain small bottle.
“C’mon… where are you?” He coughed again, groaning as the vibrations hurt his head.
Then he saw it. He reached in, grabbed it and sighed in relief as he realised it was actually real and able to be grabbed. The man smiled at it. It was just what he needed.
He took it out of the room and walked back to his own room, through the rest of the house – still coughing and going as slow as possible. Once in the safety of his own place, he gently kissed the top of the bottle before opening and drinking some of its contents.
He sighed in relief again as he felt the liquid flow down his throat. Replacing the lid, he gave the bottle a look over again with a smile. Cold medicine was his love and saviour now.
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