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You found yourself curled up under two blankets and a small mound of clothes you raided from your wardrobe when the two blankets were not enough to stave off your chills. You were desperate for warmth and your solution wasn't enough but it would have to do for now. You absolutely refuse to leave the warmth of your bed again, you are still uncontrollably trembling under everything and in this state leaving your bed might as well be stepping out into the icy arctic landscape of the human world at night.
"this suuuucks!" you groan into a pillow, an act feels like sandpaper on your sore throat. It's been quite some time since you have gotten Sick sick and you didn't care for this state you found yourself in. As far as symptoms go you preferred your gross feeling, sore throat to a runny nose any day. A thought that prompted you to take in a deep breath and enjoy your unrestricted breathing. Though, that didn’t mean your throat was not still obnoxiously annoying to deal with. It didn't help that you kept wanting to swallow which only served to aggravate your throat each time. Then there was the shivering; the more concerning symptom you faced for a number of reasons. One being, you were close to being that one person who wears shorts when there is snow on the ground, so very rarely did you ever know what it felt like to be truly cold. Secondly, you are not a doctor but you assume the chills you feel are from having a fever. Probably a high one if the severity of the chills correlates with your inner body temperature. It probably wasn’t a good idea to be covered up so much with a fever but on the other hand being cold sucks.
There is some good news. Before you left your parent's house marking the end of your 'spring break', for some reason you thought back to when you were caught up in the storm with Mammon. How he made a comment about human’s getting sick from being in the rain. While not exactly true, it’s been awhile since you've been around other humans, not including Solomon. Considering the conditions, you had the foresight to at least pick up some over the counter stuff just in case even if you felt fine at the time. So you had what you needed to help manage your symptoms. The bad news, what you needed was still tucked away in your bag across the room and you would need to do some slight digging in your bag. It would probably take you just a minute to do this if you were hasty about it. But a minute just seemed too long to be out of your clothing and blanket burrow you made for yourself. You didn’t even want to stick your arm out to reach for your D.D.D to ask for help. Though you doubt anyone would answer anyway, it was kind of too early to be up. Plus you didn’t want to make this anyone else's problem, though they will find out eventually and what then? If they know, then that means Mammon will know and you just know you will have to listen to his whole spiel about humans being weak and blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. He knows how nonchalant you were to get out of the rain too so you imagine that will come up too. At least he seemed to care about your well being but that didn’t mean you wanted to give him the satisfaction that he may have been right about the rain. Your mind wanders back to the medicine in your bag.
You're not sure how exactly you got to where you were but when Beel came and got you that morning about breakfast he found you under a pile of blankets, pillows, and clothes on the floor.
“MC…?”
“Leave me alone.” you protested, though your voice came out too quiet and muffled under everything but you did give away your location and Beel pulled you out from your floor nest. You groaned, as the cool air ramped up your shivering. “You're a monster!” your voice fading to a barely audible whisper before you can finish your short sentence. You close your mouth to try to cough to clear your throat to speak up. “Put me back please.” Beel looked down at you concerned before scooping you up in his arms. “Beel please!” you say, annoyed at how quiet it sounded.
“No, somethings wrong.”
“It’s fine really, just put me back, I'll be fine.” you say as your voice betrays you becoming nearly inaudible before you could finish speaking again. It was kind of hard to be convincing with setbacks such as losing your voice mid sentence, and of course the uncontrollable shaking probably didn’t help either.
“I’m taking you to Lucifer.” Beel said. You frowned, it was obvious you were not going to get anywhere by trying to argue with him so you would save your throat the trouble and keep quiet. But you were not going to be happy about it, so you crossed your arms. He brought you to Lucifer all right, which just so happens to be where all the other brothers are at as well, as it was breakfast time.
‘Ah yes, bring the sick person around everyone’ you thought sarcastically ‘can demons even get human illnesses?’ you figured you would have to ask later.
“MC’s dying.” Beel said, frowning.
“I am not dying!” You say as you sound like you are dying. You looked up at Beel “I told you I was fine!” Your protests were only loud enough for Beel and Lucifer to hear as they were the closest to you. So your reassurance that you were fine, for the most part, didn’t reach the other brothers at the table.
“What? MC is dying!?” Asmo spoke up. You heard a loud thump from the table as Mammon shot up from his seat.
“What do you mean MC is dying?” You heard Mammon shout.
“I am not dying!” you force out, but it’s still too quiet for anyone to really hear and the chaos you have grown to expect from the brothers ensues.