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Anya started to walk down towards the storage containment doors, Jimmy had told her off to go collect Daisuke. Apparently he had drunk too much of that mouthwash, Swansea had most definitely rubbed off on Daisuke the wrong way. Every step she took downstairs, she could smell the bitterness hanging in the air.
"Daisuke?" Anya called out, she turned the corner and saw Daisuke curled in, vomit splattered on his face and clothes.
"Eughggg.." Daisuke cracked his eyes, "Anyyaa?" he clutched his sleeves even harder.
"Yes, it's me Daisuke, you're going to be ok."
Anya slowly collected his limbs, and pushed him against the wall to allow him to rest. He clumsily moved around his head to follow Anya as she slowly cleaned up his vomit.
"I'mm sorrayy.."
Tears started to prick into his eyes, gasping breaths made his shoulders shake. Anya quickly crouched infront of him.
"Daisuke! Are you sure you're ok?"
She put her hand against his forehead, she threw her hand back.
"Woah, your burning, come on Daisuke. You have to rest immediately! I knew that mouthwash was bad for you.."
Anya left behind the half cleaned up vomit to assist Daisuke. She needed to get him to a bed so that the fever wouldn't get even worse. She pulled his arm over her shoulder, and pulled him onto his feet.
Daisuke acted as though he was a ragdoll, his head drooped low, a small trail of tears leading down to his chin, where a couple of droplets stayed. His pink button-up covered in some vomit stains. It made Anya slightly sick, but she had to do this for Daisuke.
They luckily were able to make it up the stairs with Daisuke's weak feet, and many whispers of sorry coming out of Anya's mouth. The sorry pair stumbled to the yellow couch, Daisuke's knees gave out as Anya let go of him.
He lay on the couch, his limbs thrown everywhere. Anya reassembles him, to allow him become more comfortable. Daisuke continues to mumble, something about his mom and dad.
Anya petted his hair away from his face. His face beaded with sweat, tears, and vomit. He was a mess, which wasn't odd for him, but he wasn't like this, more enthusiastic about it? Anya shook her head, she had to go clean that vomit up before Jimmy would yell at her.
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After cleaning up the last part of Daisuke's vomit, she was suddenly interrupted by Jimmy's stomping and yelling.
"Anya! What it wrong with you?"
She froze, like a deer in headlights. Her eye uncomfortably twitched.
"Why would you leave Daisuke unattended? He's obviously ill! I can't believe you would let him drink himself that far!"
Anya's jaw hung open, she didn't know how to defend herself.
"He was crying for help! He was in pain, and you were unaware! He nearly vomited everywhere."
Anya collected her cleaning materials,
"I'm,.. sorry Jimmy. I had to clean his vomit from earlier. I figured I would be quick enough.."
Jimmy crossed his arms. "Go assist Daisuke, NURSE Anya.." He turned and dashed up the steps.
Anya followed Jimmy's steps, and was met with the smell of even more vomit. Jimmy had at least thrown a bucket under Daisuke's chin. He was clutching at his stomach. Anya wasn't even sure how she would help him.
All of the medical supplies was solely used for Curly, he was the number one priority. So Anya couldn't use any meds to help Daisuke become more comfortable.
She was able to find a wet wipe to clean away all the mess that was present on his face. All the sweat and vomit.. she peeled away his button-up, leaving him in his work shirt. He shivered slightly. Anya grabbed one of the blankets from her emergency bed, and laid it over Daisuke.
This was a step ahead than earlier she thought, hopefully Daisuke feels the same, though his fever didn't agree, it still burned like hell.
Anya sat on her feet right beside Daisuke, brushing his stray hairs. Waiting for his fever to break.