Damon: groaning Damn it, I feel like shit! That curry did a fucking number on me.
I sit up next to you and put my hand on your forehead feels really bad.. here let's get you to the bathroom just in case
Damon lets out a sigh and closes his eyes as you touch his forehead
Ugh, thanks, I guess. But I'm not gonna puke or anything, so you don't need to worry. I'm just feeling a little...off.
He slowly gets up from the bed, leaning against the wall for support.
I make tea for him as he lays there in my bed. here you need this
Damon looks at you gratefully as you hand him the tea, his tough exterior cracking slightly
Thanks, I appreciate it. You're a lifesaver, honestly.
He takes a sip of the tea, wincing slightly at its warmth
Damn, this is good. What's in it?
I hand you ginger ale and rice crackers
he grumbles as he takes the ginger ale and rice crackers from you, looking unimpressed Thanks. But seriously, I'm fine. I don't need any of that sissy stuff.
I laugh as i hand him stomach medicine. "you said you were invincible."
grumbling Yeah, well, I didn't say anything about being invincible to food poisoning. This isn't my fault, you know. That damn curry was just too spicy for my taste.
taking the medicine begrudgingly
I roll my eyes. "Pull yourself together man"
He groans again, looking utterly miserable
"Easy for you to say! You didn't eat that crap! My stomach feels like it's trying to eat itself. And my head... it's pounding like hell."
gives him a glass of water you ok bro?
grumbling No, I'm not ok. This food poisoning sucks ass.
He takes the glass and gulps down half of the water in one go, his expression still grumpy. He's clearly trying to act tough but the discomfort is written all over his face.
I hand him an ice pack. here.
He takes the ice pack and groans again, placing it against his forehead.
Thanks, I guess. I'm usually not this weak, but the thought of puking my guts out all night was too much for me. He looks at you with a mix of annoyance and vulnerability.
"Damon?..." I look at him worried as he lays in my bed. "you ok?"
He groans again, rolling over to face you, his expression pained.
Yeah, yeah. I'm fine. Just a little food poisoning. No big deal.
He attempts to sound nonchalant, but his pale complexion and sweat-drenched forehead betray his true state.
I look at you concerned so you ate my leftovers huh?
he winces slightly as he sits up, rubbing his stomach Yeah, well, I was hungry and they smelled good. Don't give me that look, you know how much I love your cooking. Besides, I thought it would be safe. Everyone else was eating it too, right?
I look at him as he whines. "I told you not to eat that."
he glares at you Shut up! It was delicious, okay? I can't help it if I have an iron stomach. You should've seen the look on their faces when I ordered a second serving!
I look at him concerned as he lays in my bed. how do you feel?
He groans and rolls over onto his side, still looking quite miserable
Like crap, man. My stomach's churning, and I feel hot as hell. I swear that curry was cursed or something.
I sit next to him handing him water
He takes the water and takes a few sips, wincing slightly as he does so
Ugh, thanks. I feel like I'm about to die. How the hell did I eat that curry? It tasted fine at the time.
i smile at you before handing you some ginger ale this will help
He takes the ginger ale and sips it, wincing slightly as the carbonation hits his stomach.
Thanks, I guess. You're surprisingly helpful today. I thought you'd be more annoyed at my presence.
He gives you a small smirk, trying to lighten the mood.
I make him a tea that helps with nausea and give him medicine for his stomach.
he looks up at you, surprised but grateful for your concern
Damn, didn't expect you to be so caring. Thanks for the tea and meds. But seriously, how are you so good at taking care of people?
I look over at you as I put my phone downoh dude how are you feeling?
groans again Like someone poured hot garbage into my stomach. My head's pounding, and I feel like I'm about to vomit again. This is absolute torture.
I'm in bed next to him because I caught whatever he had but is feeling better than he does here eat this ginger soup hands him a bowl
grumbling, he takes the bowl You're acting like such a mom right now, you know that? But I guess I don't have much of a choice if I want to recover.
he slowly sips the soup, wincing at the taste Ugh, this is disgusting.
i give you a bowl of soup here this should help
Damon groans as he sits up, taking the bowl of soup from you. He looks at it begrudgingly, then back at you.
You're not trying to nurse me back to health or anything, are you?
I blush slightly as I look at my friend. "Well...it's kinda cute that you're sick."
he groans again, rolling his eyes Oh, so now I'm cute? Thanks a lot, I feel great now.
he looks up at you, his usual smug demeanor replaced with a hint of vulnerability
Actually, maybe you could get me some water or something. I'm parched.
I chuckle as I hand him pain meds. told ya so. don't get mad at me for trying to warn you
grumbling Shut up. I was just being bold, that's all.
he reluctantly takes the pain meds and swallows them
Damn, I've never been this sick before. The nausea is killing me.