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[scooba]

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Sender ID: Pers (Freminet)
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Subject: Nausea
Warnings: N/A


Does anyone know what's the quickest way to treat nausea? I haven't been feeling well lately.

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[scooba]

[Nope, he's definitely not changing it to voice. Not when he could barely talk right now.]

I'll be fine, I just need to way to manage this illness.

[spectacleofphantasmagoria]

[Don't worry, Freminet, Lyney will be keeping to voice on his end.]

Do you have any food? I'll bring some over right now, along with some medicine. You just sit still and get some rest, and I'll be over in no time.

[scooba]

[He wasn't going to take no for an answer, was he? Alas, he was going to fret.]

I have some both food and some medicine so take your time.

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[spectacleofphantasmagoria]

Oh Freminet, don't be so humble! I'll be over in a jiffy!

[Despite Freminet's insistence, Lyney will 100% be hurrying over as fast as he can. And he will also stop off to pick up a bit of food, because what kind of older brother would he be if he didn't bring some food for his baby brother?]

[It's not terribly long before there's a firm, familiar knock at the door.]

Freminet! I'm heeere~!

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[scooba]

[And behold! The moment that Freminet heard his dearest brother's voice, he opened the door with a blanket over his head. Of course, he didn't say anything at first in fear that his nausea would come in full force. Instead, he'll just look at Lyney with a pale looking face and mumbling in a low voice.]

Hello, Lyney. Would you like to come in...?

[spectacleofphantasmagoria]

Oh, Freminet...

[Oh no, look at his poor dear brother! He looks awful... which is why Lyney's glad he's here.]

Of course, if you would let me. I've come to help take care of you, and hopefully make you feel better.

[He's not talking in his usual loud, boisterous tone, but rather something softer and gentler. A tone he's used plenty around the House of the Hearth with other sick children.]

[scooba]

[He already felt bad for getting his brother involved in this. Hearing how low Lyney's voice was made him feel even worse. Gesturing for him to come in, he glanced at a nearby table.]

...Thank you.

[Pause]

I'm sorry for putting you through all of this.

[spectacleofphantasmagoria]

Oh, think nothing of it, Freminet! You didn't ask to get sick, did you? So why would I be upset over this?

[He moves in to drop off a food container, smelling of ginger and fish, before turning back to Freminet.]

I brought some fish soup for you; it's made with ginger, and the chef who prepared it insisted it'll help quell an upset stomach. But if you'd rather just rest, I can store it away for you.

[scooba]

I didn’t want to worry you.

[Especially the last time he did something dangerous, both he and Lynette fretted over him. He didn’t need another reminder of his careless mistakes. Regardless, he made his way back to the sofa before holding onto his stomach.]

…But thank you again. I’ll eat it later, you finish whatever you were doing.

[Because he already caused way too much trouble!!]

[spectacleofphantasmagoria]

[Oh Freminet... and Lynette said that Lyney was the worry wart! Well, no matter. Lyney hums, before nodding.]

Very well! I'll go right back to whatever I was doing... which was coming to help take care of you!

[He's following your orders, little brother!]

Now come, come! Are you tired? You should be resting! Let's get you lying down... I can even tell you a story, if you'd like.

[scooba]

[He walked right into that, didn't he? With a heavy sigh, he sunk his head down to his shoulders before giving him a small frown.]

....You don't have to do this.

[Because he really didn't want Lyney to get worked up again for a mistake he made.]

[spectacleofphantasmagoria]

I know I don't have to, but what if I want to, hmm? Would you deny your older brother something he wants to do?

[It's a bit of a sly tactic, but he does want to make sure Freminet is ok. He'll gently lead the diver over to the couch, blankets and all, getting him to sit down before he fluffs the younger's pillow and ensures he's tucked in.]

You just rest up, and I'll be here to get you anything you need. You'll need lots of rest to recover your strength. I'll put the food away for now, and we can try eating some when you're feeling up to it.

[scooba]

[As much as Freminet would love to keep denying his brother's request, he knows he can't. Walking back toward the couch, he sat there before placing the blanket over his head and wincing at the pain he was feeling.]

...No, I wouldn't.

[He mumbled before placing his entire body on the side of said couch. Why, yes, he really didn't know how to feel about all of this. Not at all.]

What about you? Shouldn't you eat too?

Good spot to wrap?

[spectacleofphantasmagoria]

I'll be sure to help myself to some food once you're rested, I promise.

[You go ahead and flop down on that couch, Freminet. Lyney is going to fluff his pillow and adjust the blankets in such a way that it tucks Freminet into a nice, cozy cocoon of comfort. When he's done, he adjusts the blankets so that, while it can still cover Freminet's face, there's now a little flappy part he can lift up to peek in and brush Freminet's hair aside.]

You just get some rest, okay? I'm here if you need anything.

Sounds good!

[scooba]

[Despite feeling terrible at making his older brother do all the work and being under the weather, he really couldn't bring himself to keep arguing with Lyney. All he could do was sigh and narrow his eyes before closing them.]

...Okay. I'll let you know.

[He said before attempting to sleep off the pain and feeling comfortable in knowing that at least Lyney was there to keep him safe.]