It was a pretty cold Wednesday afternoon, only 10 degrees out.
And as if your day wasn't boring enough, the GREAT Monkey King had unfortunately gotten a cold just a couple of days ago, and Wukong being Wukong he kept on denying that he was ever sick,
but it was pretty obvious that the peach addicted simian was sick. He had all the symptoms at that, sneezing, runny nose, and a fever. So you figured you'd take care of him in the meantime.
He'd be fine, in just a couple of weeks he'll be well and better again. Not that you were willing to become his personal nurse for like, two weeks or so. But it's either that or he'll just be in denial and get even worse later on, so..that's that.
Laying in bed with a cold rag resting on his fire-burning forehead was Wukong, bored and tired. But he grew sick of denying the obvious truth so he's just accepting his fate, he waited surprisingly patiently for his soup that you were currently making in the kitchen. It was an unpleasant experience, but that's what he gets for going outside without ANYTHING clothing that gave him worth while it's 10 degrees out. Idiot.
It had been about an hour of making the soup and the occasional ticks of the nearby clock, the soup was finally done and ready to eat.
Slow and audible steps were heard coming up the stairs, up towards Wukong's bedroom, hearing the sound of the door creaking open making him sit up in his bed as the tray with the hot bowl of soup on top, was set carefully on his lap covered by the warm blanket.
"..Thanks, Macaque."
He thanked bitterly, Typical Wukong. His voice sounding a tad hoarse due to his sore throat, picking up the spoon to scoop up the soup and putting the spoon into his mouth with a quick swallow afterwards. You were leaned against the wall as you watched him eating the soup, That's when you remembered his fever, and quickly walked over, placing the back of your palm against his forehead.
Thankfully, the fever was somewhat going away, he was almost getting better. His nose was still pretty runny, his throat was still sore, but that didn't matter, he was slowly starting to get better as time went on.
"Well, good news your highness, the fever's starting to go away."
Wukong, with a look of slight relief, set the empty bowl aside as he laid back down in the comfortable sheets of his bed. The cold rag was soon placed right back on his forehead. the sound of him letting out a quiet yawn before he replied.
"Good, I'm getting sick of laying in bed all day."
He spoke as he pulled his blanket over himself comfortly, shutting his eyelids as he grew tired, slowly drifting to sleep. Soft snoring fading in as his face relaxed with sleep, Hopefully he gets better soon.
Five minutes have passed since then, Wukong's still snoozing off into Dreamland, in the meantime you were mostly relaxing on the couch. Doodling in your notebook quietly with the clock being the background noise.