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p_r_i_s_c_aTitle: Seriously sick
Character: Kurdy Malloy, Mister Smith
Words: 365
Prompt: sick (bingo prompt) / Fandom Rush
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„Smith, how are you doing?“ Kurdy stepped behind the curtain of the hospital's ward, watching the guy in the bed before him worried. It was strange to see him in a hospital gown instead of the old, thick coat he usually wore all the time. „Erin told me that you suddenly broke down last night with a high fever.“
The little guy looked pale but forced a weak smile on his lips. „Being sick is not the worst that can happen to you. You get a comfy bed and a warm meal for free.“ He coughed violently, gasping for air. „That's a lot when you are living on the roads.“
Kurdy frowned. „What did the doctor say? Where does the fever come from?“
„He doesn't know,“ Smith shrugged. "But there's no need to worry; it's not the virus.“
„Where do you know this from?" Kurdy couldn't stop thinking about this guy working at the lab he had talked with lately; he had warned him that it was not impossible that the virus might mutate and come back one day. Maybe it was here already.
„God says, I have a job to do.“ Exhausted, Smith closed his eyes. „He won't let me die because he still needs me.“
„Okay, you are talking in a fever delusion now,“ Kurdy huffed, wondering what he was actually doing here. Smith was a stranger to him, not a friend, not a partner, even if the little guy insisted he was. Stubborn, weird shit, that's what he was. „I am going to get the nurse.“
„Wait!“ The voice almost inaudible now, Smith held him back. „Do me a favor!“
Kurdy stopped. „What,“ he asked, barely able to hide his impatience.
„My backpack, take good care of it, will you? Don't let anyone touch it!“
„Hm. Okay, I guess I can do that.“
„Thanks. You are... true... frien...“ For a split of a second, Kurdy was sure that this was the end, but then he noticed Smith's chest rising and falling, barely visible, but he was still alive. Feeling relieved, Kurdy grabbed the heavy backpack beside the bed and left the hospital's ward.
Character: Kurdy Malloy, Mister Smith
Words: 365
Prompt: sick (bingo prompt) / Fandom Rush
:::
„Smith, how are you doing?“ Kurdy stepped behind the curtain of the hospital's ward, watching the guy in the bed before him worried. It was strange to see him in a hospital gown instead of the old, thick coat he usually wore all the time. „Erin told me that you suddenly broke down last night with a high fever.“
The little guy looked pale but forced a weak smile on his lips. „Being sick is not the worst that can happen to you. You get a comfy bed and a warm meal for free.“ He coughed violently, gasping for air. „That's a lot when you are living on the roads.“
Kurdy frowned. „What did the doctor say? Where does the fever come from?“
„He doesn't know,“ Smith shrugged. "But there's no need to worry; it's not the virus.“
„Where do you know this from?" Kurdy couldn't stop thinking about this guy working at the lab he had talked with lately; he had warned him that it was not impossible that the virus might mutate and come back one day. Maybe it was here already.
„God says, I have a job to do.“ Exhausted, Smith closed his eyes. „He won't let me die because he still needs me.“
„Okay, you are talking in a fever delusion now,“ Kurdy huffed, wondering what he was actually doing here. Smith was a stranger to him, not a friend, not a partner, even if the little guy insisted he was. Stubborn, weird shit, that's what he was. „I am going to get the nurse.“
„Wait!“ The voice almost inaudible now, Smith held him back. „Do me a favor!“
Kurdy stopped. „What,“ he asked, barely able to hide his impatience.
„My backpack, take good care of it, will you? Don't let anyone touch it!“
„Hm. Okay, I guess I can do that.“
„Thanks. You are... true... frien...“ For a split of a second, Kurdy was sure that this was the end, but then he noticed Smith's chest rising and falling, barely visible, but he was still alive. Feeling relieved, Kurdy grabbed the heavy backpack beside the bed and left the hospital's ward.