THE WORLD: PSL LIFE

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[ Sinclair is so cute. Oria looks over at him fondly as he settles next to him, sitting up against the headboard of the bed and strokes his hair with the hand that covered his eyes. ]

I mean, if you're into that...

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Said who...?

[ Sinclair turns his head into Oria's touch, trying to process. This bullying while he's sick...]

Everything hurts. I feel gross. And I thought I was supposed to nap.

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You are! I was kidding. There's no way that I'd let you overwork yourself in this state.

[ True bullying. ]

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[ Sinclair makes a sleepy aggrieved noise, even as he gets himself snug under the blankets]

You started it with weird comments...

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Uh-huh.

[ Says Oria, the one who started it. He smiles at Sinclair, continuing to brush through his hair with his fingers. Would this be a head massage? He's trying to get him to be relaxed. ]

Either way, I'll keep being here beside you, unless I have to go somewhere. But I'll always come back to you.

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[ It does feel like a massage and that feels like it's easing some of his headache. He closes his eyes and snuggles closer]

Mm...if you come back... then that's okay...

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Yeah, so don't worry. You should rest well while you still can.

[ Before work grabs him to Seattle... He will continue the head massage until Sinclair falls asleep. ]

Being by your side is always nice. I hope you'll get well soon.

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[ Sinclair makes a sleepy affirmative noise as he drifts off. Time to nap peacefully...]

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[ True to his word, Oria stays on the bed by Sinclair's side. He's not the type that can sit still, so he uses his cell phone and DS, both on mute to keep himself busy.

If Sinclair shows any signs of having a nightmare, Oria will wake him. If not, he will be woke up for an early dinner around 5 PM. His coworkers have been contacted and Oria puts Sinclair's phone on silent too. Shhh. ]

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[ Sinclair stirs awake at around five, bleary eyed and tired. But his fever has broken and he's just lethargic now. He had been napping in fits and starts, so he's not really well rested but he does press his face against Oria's thigh]

What time is it....?

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[ Sinclair had been moving so much... Oria is a bit worried, but then Sinclair says something. He's finally awake... ]

Good morning~ It's 5 in the evening.

[ He puts down his gaming console and gently pats Sinclair's head. ]

Need another wipe down? Dinner should be coming soon.

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[ Sinclair shakes his head and sits himself up to lean against Oria]

Mm... I'm fine for now...

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You're not as warm. I'm glad.

[ Very glad. Oria quietly breathes out a sigh of relief. ]

Still need to take medicine after your dinner though. We're gonna beat back the sickness in full until there's nothing left.

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[ Sinclair laughs, his voice still sore and scratchy]

You make it sound like a war.

[ But if he's not too warm, he can cuddle up with Oria without guilt]

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It is! For your immune system! They were worn down by the terrible stressors, but they finally got their second wind and are fighting for their donut-shaped lives!

[ A dramatization of fighting the cold. Nailed it.

Also here. Water. Oria holds out a cup full of water to him. ]

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[Sinclair tries not to laugh too much since it hurts his chest and accepts the water]

Why donut shaped?

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Because red blood cells look donut shaped.

[ Oria even makes a 👌 gesture to show Sinclair. ]

They have a stronger role in the immune system than expected.

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Uhuh...[Sinclair blinks. You know what, he never likened red blood cells to donuts before, but now that Oria puts it like that...]

I guess they do look like donuts...

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See?

[ Oria seems chipper about that as he drinks some of his own water. ]

They're fighting so hard to keep you healthy. How are you feeling now?

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Better...I feel like I'm less cold. [And therefore less hot?]

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You're definitely less cold.

[ Oria grins. ]

More stable means more health!

[ At that time, there's a knock before dinner is carted in. Oria tells the maid to leave the cart here so that he can take the trays from it to eat on the bed.

There's salmon, salad, warm chicken noodles soup... more. ]

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[Peering at the cart. He'd say even with his fever he's just been shivery, which has finally settled down but...]

That's a lot...

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Most of it's for me, but if you want any, you can ask for it too.

[ Namely, the soup and half the salmon. Oria hands those to Sinclair. ]

It's good quality ingredients too, so even though it's a basic recipe, it should at least feel fresh.

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[Sinclair accepts the food, carefully balancing it on the tray so he doesn't drop anything on the sheets]

It does look good.

[Even with his limited appetite]

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[ Oria makes sure that everything is balanced on his own tray and starts eating. Munch. ]

Eat as much as you can, okay? The portions are made with you in mind too.