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When Rumi entered the kitchen that morning, it was not empty, like she had expected. Mira was walking from the counter to the stove, preparing breakfast.
“Good morning”
“Oh, you sound like you need a tea”, Mira said instead of a greeting.
“Yeah!” Rumi really did want some tea. She had woken up that morning with a heavy, aching head. She went to the medicine cabinet, only to find the place for the cold meds empty. A whining noise escaped her.
Mira had noticed Rumi´s plight: “I´ll make a quick trip to the pharmacy once I´m done with your congee, is that all right with you?”
Rumi had not even been aware that Mira had already put a pot with rice on the stove.
Later that morning found Rumi on the couch, covered in blankets and with a mug of tea in her hands. Her thoughts were sluggish.
Zoey bound into the living room and sat down next to her.
“I found a movie that´s actually just a compilation of 45 second clips about maritime life, that is calming and doesn´t require you to think, want me to put it on?”
“That sounds absolutely lovely!”
And thus began Rumi´s sick couch time. Seven clips into the compilation, Rumi fell asleep on Zoey´s shoulder. When she woke up again, her head was in Mira´s lap and her bandmate stroke her hair.
“Feels good”, Rumi purred. Mira chuckled and continued as before.
Rumi spent the whole day drifting between awake, dosing and properly asleep. Mira and Zoey never left her alone and whenever the purple haired singer was awake enough to sit up, they offered her tea and easy foods.
Rumi´s condition did not improve. Her thought became slower and her naps became longer.
In the afternoon, she woke up cuddling both her bandmates. They were talking in hushed voices, so as to not wake her up unnecessarily.
“Actually, I had planned to go to that new exhibit on turtles! I heard it has great dioramas”
A tight pain squeezed Rumi´s heart and choked her.
“You don´t have to take care of me, I can do fine on my own”, she said through tears.
“Hey, hey, hey!”, reacted Mira quickly, panic lacing her voice. “Don´t even start talking like that!”
“Yeah!”, Zoey agreed. “We like taking care of you!”
“But-” Rumi´s voice cracked and she sniffed. “Didn´t you just say you wanted to go to that exhibit?”
“Yeah, but you are so much more important!”
“But I´m a burden! It´s just like being a half demon, I just keep dragging you down, and now I´m crying and it makes my head hurt worse and…”
Mira and Zoey went in for a hug.
“Hey, now.”, Mira started off. “First of all, you´re not a burden. I mean, we reacted poorly to you being a half demon at first, but all that was totally not your fault!”
“What she said!”, chimed Zoey in. “And we want to take care of you! The exhibit will still be there in a few days! Also, even if I couldn´t see the exhibit at all, that wouldn´t bother me like at all. So stop takling about our best friend like that!”
Quickly, Rumi did stop crying. She was too tired and it did make her headache worse.
“I love you guys”
“Aw, we love you too!”
The rest of the day went by in a similar manner as the morning, but with even more cuddling if that was possible.