Nineteen: I prefer delirium to be an abstract concept, thanks

[mach_kick]

[Zell is sprawled across the couch, his eyes half-open and spots of red on his cheeks.]

Ugh. I don't feel so hot.

[Stares, fascinated, as the edges of objects began to blur and twist] I really should take my temperature or something... [tries to stand, wobbles, then falls, luckily back on the couch. His kitten promptly curls on top of the warm thing

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[booyaka_baby]

Zell? Are you okay? [clings to the edge of the couch, reaches out to touch his forehead only to jerk her hand back as his skin burns her fingers]

Zell, we need to get you to a doctor. Right now.

[mach_kick]

M'fine. Just need a bit of rest. And you need to be in bed too.

[booyaka_baby]

No Zell, you're not fine! I can't even touch you, you're burning up! I know we both need rest, but you need to see the doctor, too!

[hovers over the armrest of the couch, growing more worried] Zell~!

[mach_kick]

[opens fever-bright eyes] I'm okay, Selph. Still here with you. I'll take some of that Tylenol stuff or whatever, that'll bring it down.

[with_liiiiiight]

Lies. You do feel hot. The hell's wrong with you?

[mach_kick]

[pries fever-bright eyes open] I have a fever. Got some virus that's going around.

Make sure Selphie stays in bed... [eyes slip back shut]

[with_liiiiiight]

The hell with Selphie! YOU stay in bed until I figure out what did this to you and kick its ass.

[mach_kick]

[Zell smiles despite everything, because the image of Dante trying to kick a virus's ass is pretty funny]

I just caught something and got sick. It happens to us humans occasionally. It's not like I've been cursed or anything. I'll be better in a few days.

I hope, anyway.

[coffeemetaphors]

[Tucks a map away into his pocket calmly and totally busts down the door because he is a badass like that. Yes.]

You! Are you Zell?

[mach_kick]

[Zell sits bolt upright at the sudden intrusion on pure reflex, wobbling slightly]

...Uh, yeah. [blinks at him unfocusedly] Are you a friend of Selphie's?

[coffeemetaphors]

Yes, I am.

[Approaches the couch.]

I'm here to save your life, Amigo. We're going to the doctor.

[mach_kick]

[groans] I don't need to go to a doctor, but I'm not up to arguing about it. I don't think I can walk far, though.

What's your name?

[bestillthedead]

Hn, you're weak.

[mach_kick]

See how weak I am when I don't have a fever of 102. [scowls]

[bestillthedead]

If you were good, a fever wouldn't matter, worm.

[mach_kick]

I could still fight, yes, if I really needed to. But I don't, so no point in prolonging my illness.