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[scooba]

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Sender ID: Pers (Freminet)
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Subject: Nausea
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Does anyone know what's the quickest way to treat nausea? I haven't been feeling well lately.

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[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.]