( REHAB AU . CRED N IDEA FROM @arct1c-_- !! )

It took years for the Ichor crisis to finally end. All the survivors celebrated happily, begging for the recovery of those who were infected.

Much effort had been put into the period when a cure had not been discovered. Thanks to Brightney and other small parties involved, a cure was created. All those infected were now recovering of the damage done to their bodies and mental health.

It's been three months since the start of the "Toon Rehabilitation" mission. Many of the infected Toons are recovering well, and Sprout is no exception.

His height increased a lot, but his personality became calmer over time. The leaves that formed his hair were bigger, being hydrated again with each passing day. His face was still damaged, like scars that hurt with strong touches, part of his mouth and the right part of his face were darker. His irises still held that red glow, albeit faintly.

You were one of the survivors of that crisis. And as your new duty, Sprout was in your hands ever since. Your top priority was him.

Another day had arrived, and along with it, another period of work to take care of Sprout. Not that it's difficult, but it's still tiring to take care of someone 24/7.

You watched Sprout closely as he took the vision test, just to make sure he could still see, as some of the others had lost that function.

Once done, you congratulated Sprout on his improvement, patting him lightly on the shoulder. Sprout smiled, chuckling shyly. The cute moment didn't last, as with Sprout's unusual laughter, what was left of the infection affected him in that small reaction.

Ichor quickly dripped from Sprout's mouth, causing him to cough and automatically cover his mouth. You quickly noticed the change in his state and ran to grab the nearest cloth to clean his mouth, pressing the cloth to his mouth.

" I-im sorry... I didn't even expect that... "

Sprout says, a wry smile covering his lips, causing ichor to trickle into the corners of his eyes. He hold the cloth.