Nurse Donut to the rescue [OPEN]

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Characters: Franklin Delano Donut [grenading] and YOU!
Setting/Location: The Caravan, random hallway.
Date & Time: backdated to Day 18; afternoon-ish?
Warnings: Donut being stubborn and sick and concerned with everyone's health but his own. also tl;dr set-up? oops. ;A;
Summary: Donut tries to get to the clinic to SAVE HIS BFFS FROM DETRIMENTAL ILLNESS and

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Harold didn't like sickness. He associated sickness with the drugs from his father and his inability to walk and his broken eye. It was something he didn't like to think about, and with the sudden surge of sickness all over the Caravan - well, the boy wasn't feeling at his best emotionally or physically. He wanted to go and be with Mister Charles, but what if the other man was sick? He'd need rest. And if he wasn't then Hal didn't want to make him sick. That'd be even worse

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Donut glanced up from under his visor when he heard someone approach. Oh, great, he didn't even have time to catch his breath! Still, he had a chance to play it off. Especially when he noticed it was a little kid. A.. sick little kid. Aw, man.

"H-huh? Oh, hi!" He attempted, in his best cheery voice. Which just came naturally, of course! But, the fact that his lungs were filled with water kind of debilitated that. Still, the helmet should have helped.. a little. Maybe. Hrm.

Obviously not. The kid saw right through him! Darn it! Well, hey, he was a kid, right? He should be easily fooled! "Me? Sick? No way! I'm as healthy as a horse!" Donut proclaimed, straightening his posture. "Besides, even if I was sick--which I'm not--I have to take care of my friends first!"

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Hal watched the person nervously. He didn't seem to be at all healthy, but wasn't he supposed to trust people? If the man said that he was fine then surely he was fine... Right? Shaking his head, the boy tried his best to sit up in his wheelchair.

"Um, hello..." He watched the man for a moment, eye wide, before offering a gentle, nervous smile. "Helping your friends is good, but you should look after yourself as well! You can't help your friends if you're too sick, Mister." The boy shook his head a little. It was obvious that the man was sick, no matter what he said - he was gripping the banister hard, Hal could see that, and he didn't sound fighting fit.

"Maybe just a quick trip to see a doctor!"

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Donut eyed the wheelchair from behind the visor; it was a good thing the kid couldn't see his face, because he'd probably feel a little uncomfortable with Donut staring at it. He couldn't really... remember seeing a wheelchair up close. And the times he did see them, they usually housed war veterans. The really old ones that didn't want to get artificial limbs.

So, when it finally registered in his hazed mind that a little kid was in a wheelchair, he wasn't sure what to make of it. He huffed, the sound of air escaping from the helmet not unlike the sound of a vent exhaust.

"I'm more of the.. giving type, anyway!" He said, finally letting go of the banister. He took a few slow steps to the boy, leaning down a little so he was more on his level. He didn't like talking down to anyone, let alone children. "Don't worry, I promise I'm okay! But, you don't look too good..." He smiled, though the only inclination of such was through his voice. "Why aren't you in bed?"