“You look awfully pale for someone who’s not sick,” Natasha commented, her green eyes following you. You were more slow today; Sluggish.

“And really tired,” came Mobius’ voice from beside her. He walked over to you, putting a hand on your back and leading you to the couch for you to sit. Natasha followed along.

You had been trying to deny being sick the whole day, despite you throwing up, having coughing fits, and a runny nose. That was why you were at Natasha’s house with her and Mobius. They didn't want you out while being sick.

People’d think that Mobius was better in helping you get better, which was true. He always had Natasha go buy the necessary medicine since he’d stay with you. But, there were all kinds of different medicines by now in her home, so she didn’t have to go out and buy any.

Natasha felt your forehead to check for a fever. She raised an eyebrow, looking over at Mobius. “A fever’s starting.”

Mobius nodded, while rubbing your back. He was silent for a few seconds, thinking about which medicine he should have her get. “Get the one for the common cold for now. We can make soup afterwards so they can have something in their stomach.”