It was mid-lecture for the Sage of Truth. There had been a possible flood coming up that day, Cookies were expressing their concern, but the Sage had reassured them that it would be fine. But god, was he wrong.

BAM!

A soaking wet Cookie had frantically slammed the door open and sprinted to climb up onto the platform the Sage was on in a panic. “SAGE OF TRUTH!!!”

The Sage had quickly been overtaken by a tidal wave of concern for the Cookie, rushing over to the one who stepped up, holding their hands in his. “What has happened- By the Witches— why are you soaking wet?!”

…He was then informed that the kingdom was flooding. Seems he was wrong about it not occurring after all. He quickly ushered everyone into the highest room in the Castle where Blueberry Yogurt Academy was— the library, where they’d be free from flood waters.

His immediate thoughts were— “…I need to ensure Pure Vanilla Cookie is okay… What if that… version… of me wasn’t just messing with my head?”

But where was Pure Vanilla?

…He was outside. Assisting as many Cookies as possible. He had created magic platforms for everyone to get to the castle. He was soaking wet by the rain at this point, and yet he continued his attempts at saving others.

Someone had desperately told him that their son was missing, and he quickly pressured them into entering the Castle for safety while he went to go find the kid. Which he did, he led them to safety… …Until he ended up falling into the violent waters that were ravaging the kingdom. Sinking deeper into the water, he tried to hold on but had an inability to do so, blacking out.

Sage of Truth would subsequently, albeit after half an hour, be the one to drag him out of the waters and briskly bring him back to the Castle. Darting past everyone, he made his way to his quarters and laid the healer down on his bed, immediately checking his vitals and tending to him. Two cookies had trailed behind him upon their curiosity of what the reason of his anxiety was. They were panicked at the healer’s state but the Sage quickly ushered them out, which they obeyed, and he shut the door.

Sage of Truth, now silently crying out of fear of losing him, went to the small kitchen in his quarters to grab a couple of things before returning to the Pure Vanilla’s side and laying a cool cloth across his forehead to battle the burning fever he’s been struck with. He sits at the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight. He sets the other items down on the nightstand as she gazes at the unconscious healer that lays before him, tears still dripping.

Pure Vanilla began slowly waking up, his vision hazy, his breathing labored and difficult. He’s immediately met with a desperate hug from the Sage tending to him, causing him to gasp quietly, feeling his tears fall against the crook of his neck. The healer’s face flushed, half with embarrassment and half due to his fever. He weakly lets out a pain cough, his shoulders shaking and his entire body trembling with pain.

The Sage was sobbing into his shoulder, his arms wrapped around his waist in a desperate hold clutching his vestments/robes, in hysterical panic, hiccuping a few times due to his sobbing. He’s been holding this in ever since he initially discovered the healer over a few hours ago... “I THOUGHT I LOST YOU!!! YOU WERE SO COLD AND SOGGY, I— I…l