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[flecheshazard]

Who: Eros and Apollo
What: Eros needs a love doctor
Where: The clinic
When: Lateish?
Warnings: Language, as usual...I don't think there should be anything else.

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[heliosrising]

After a rather hectic morning off of work, Apollo finally managed to get into the clinic for a late shift. They had called him saying that they were short on hand for staff that night due to some fire the broke out downtown. Apollo had sighed slightly but ended up going anyway, knowing that his help was probably needed.

It wasn’t until he noticed they were sticking him in clinical duty that Apollo should have said he had to take care of his sick grandmother or something. He was not in any mood to keep care of people who had small fevers or needed some cough medicine.

Apollo smoothed out his hospital scrubs to make himself presentable and tugged on the inner hem of his lab coat. Before he walked into the clinic room he was assigned to he check his patient board.

Eros.Apollo was short for breath a moment. What the hell was that brat doing here in his clinic? It had only been one night, how could Eros had gotten himself sick over the span of a few hours? Apollo frowned. He had no intention of dealing with Eros other than his doctor

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With such a cold tone, Eros didn't even recognize the voice of the doctor that was currently taking care of him. He shuddered a little sigh and dove into it, curling up a little bit into himself. Was there no semblance of warmth in this room at all?

"Just, really sick, really suddenly. I'm puking, I'm dizzy, I passed out right before I got here. I think I'm running a fever, I don't know. And it's just started last night, so. Yeah. Sudden."

[heliosrising]

Apollo wrote things down as Eros spoke. Perhaps Eros did catch something overnight. Although it wasn’t that cold out last night. The summer nights were always fine. Apollo continued to frown.

Part of him was slightly relieved to think that Eros had calmed down. He wasn’t screaming anyway, hadn’t really thrown a fit for realizing he was the doctor-- Had Eros realized?

Apollo stepped closer to the examination table and pulled a thermometer from the drawer. “Have anything to eat that didn’t sit particularly right? Any abnormal allergies?” He said calmly.

He reached out to place his hand on Eros’ forehead. The younger one still wasn’t facing him so he couldn’t really judge by skin color. He looked down at Eros with a still, calm face. Eros felt warm.

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"I'm only allergic to penicillin, and I didn't have any. At least...I don't think I did," he shifted to cover up another shudder at the doctor's touch. Why are all doctor's hands always so damn cold, anyways? "I'm sorry, it's just a little chilly in he..." he trailed off, finally catching the doctor's eye. "Oh."

For a moment, a tense silence filled the air. Then it came.

He pushed Apollo out of the way, going straight for the sink, ready to lose his nonexistent dinner. A few moments of panting passed to no avail, but he could taste the disgusting stomach acid on his tongue.

[heliosrising]

If Apollo wasn’t used to such noises and scenes he would have been disgusted. He stood there as Eros try and hold in what was left in his stomach with that same blank face.

It was odd, just the other day Apollo was spouting off teasing comments and laughing at the younger one. Now, all he felt was a sort of annoyed apathy. Maybe he was still somehow pissed about being attacked.

Apollo rubbed at his chest.

Looking down at his own writing Apollo wouldn’t be surprised if Eros was having some sort of case of food poisoning. Heat exhaustion? No. Gastroenteritis? Maybe, although unlikely.

With the way Eros has reacted to seeing him he wouldn’t be surprised if it was somehow just an anxiety attack.

“Do you feel sick in your upper abdomen?” Apollo asked.