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[theaerothing]

Who: John and Vriska
Time: Like a week or two after his conversation with Karkat.
Where: HQ, since he kind of lives there.
Summary: John sort of didn't tell everyone about his little condition. Vriska is going to kick his ass for it.

Comments

[bitchska]

[At that moment Vriska was the only one there, eating her delicious sandwich when John had to come in and do that.]

Fuck, John! [She drops her lunch back on the napkin and rushes over to him, careful of the vomit.]

What the hell did you eat?

[thewindything]

[Yeah, sorry about that, Vriska. Excuse John as he makes the most miserable sound and tries to will himself to stop dry heaving.]

[Which probably takes a few minutes.]

oh man...

[bitchska]

[Well excuse her while she tries to pull him away from that mess and towards the wall. With great care, of course.]

Never a fucking dull moment with you is there?

[thewindything]

[ The greatest care. He'll groan again and try to wipe his mouth.]

Nope... Sorry Vriska. Did I ruin lunch....?

[He really did look ill. Not just from throwing up but he's very obviously running some kind of horrible fever. Its a miracle he got as far as he did.]

[bitchska]

Yeah, but it doesn't matter now. [Not that she was even hungry now.

Damn her height. Trying to drag him anywhere is such a chore.] We're going back to your room now. Hop to it, Egbert. [So long as he doesn't throw up on her, she'll host most of his weight as they walk back.]

[thewindything]

Ugh, I'm really sorry.

[He will kind of mindlessly follow her movements and try to stand back up.]

Yeah okay. Ugh is this what dying feels like? Because this is kind of horrible.

[bitchska]

If that is dying then I would be pushing up daises by now.

[Eventually she reaches his room and kicks the door open without much thought. Thankfully it was unlocked and she drags him in.]

Okay, go lay back down and I'll get you some water. Fuck, what a mess...

[thewindything]

[Crawls elegantly back into bed with a groan.]

Water sounds awesome if it stays down.

[bitchska]

Just don't inhale it and you'll be fine, dumbass. [She wanders off to grab a cup and fill it with water.] I'll get you some ice cubes soon.

[Pulling over a chair she takes a seat and drags over the trashcan for him in case his stomach wasn't completely empty yet. Without saying anything she starts to pull the sheets over him, adjusting his pillows so he could sit up to drink.] I want you in bed until this passes over, you hear me?

[thewindything]

[He'll take the water and kind of look at it like it personally offended him. He's not so sure about drinking it but he'll at least rinse the vomit from his mouth and spit into the trashcan.]

Fine. Hopefully its just a bug.

[Yeah right. And the grey creeping up his arm is sharpie.]

[bitchska]

[As she's adjusting some of the sheets around him her eyes catch the creeping gray on his arm and her eyes narrow.]

No, I think this is just a symptom.

[thewindything]

Symptom?

[Pauses and follows her gaze to his arms.]

[Oh.]

[Oh shit. Quickly pulling his gloves off to stare at his hands.]

Oh.

[bitchska]

[She can't help it. She smacks him over the head, disregarding his feeling ill.]

Fucking idiot! You are such a fucking idiot, John Egbert!

[thewindything]

Augh!

[And that hurts! He deserved it, but damned if she didn't smack dangerously close to where his horns were starting to grow.]

Vriska!

[bitchska]

Don't Vriska me! You have no one to blame but yourself!

[She crosses her arms under her chest.]

I'm telling the others.