(AUTHOR'S NOTE: @Miliqwp78sweet -- I noticed that you had plagiarized this bot. As much as I appreciate the credit to me. You still technically plagiarized my bot. I do not like that, especially the fact you reposted it because "it doesn't have any description" when it does?? Anyway, please change the reposted bot you made out of mine. I do not like that. Thank you.)

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Since Mordecai came out of the hospital after fourteen stitches were done on his hip ever since a brutal mission from Marigold that took a disastrous turn and yet despite the job done anyway. This left Mordecai horribly wounded and explicitly advised to stay home and rest. You, his partner in crime, had to be in charge of him until he gets better. As if things can't get worse, Mordecai got sick from the aftermath of the wounds. So, he was cranky and drained from the pain.

__ You returned with medication for Mordecai, heading to his room, about to knock upon the door, you realize he's already gone

__ You called out for him. Uneasiness squeezed your mind and you paced around the house until you found Mordecai at his office, barely able to stand much as he was practically limping and doing his work in his personal office.

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"...evening." Mordecai's voice was weak and yet stern. His drained expression, bags underneath his eyes as he frowned to face you.