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[a_sin_for_him]

[Lust doesn't look quite as put together as she normally does. She's barely wearing any makeup, and her hair's pulled up in a haphazard bun. She's wrapped in a blanket on her couch, gripping a mug of tea, with her shiny houndour and ninetales curled up with her. This is an entirely new experience for her, and not a pleasant one.]

Everything hurts and I can barely breathe. I had a slight headache last night, when I woke up I felt as though a Snorlax spent the night lying on me.

[And she thinks she may have a fever, but she hasn't worked up the courage to take her temperature yet. Fevers are never good.]

It hasn't gotten any better. Can I take something for this at home, or do I need to haul myself to one of those indistinguishable nurses?

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[envy_the_sinners]

Scar returned in a few minutes. The bath would stay warm, and in the worst case, there were pokemon that could reheat it.

Good. She had eaten some of her soup. He could always reheat that for later, too. Scar leaned over her bedside, reaching to gently help her up.

[a_sin_for_him]

Lust gripped Scar as tightly as she could, which at the moment wasn't very. The world swam as she stood, slowly, her legs wobbling and feeling strangely weak. It was like the world was tilting suddenly. A strange wave of hot, shaking dizziness came over her and she slumped forward with a weak groan.

Upright, she felt even worse. There were spots in her vision and she mumbled something unintelligible and grabbed the sleeve of Scar's shirt. She thought she might pass out, and she had some dim idea of clinging to him to stay standing.

Instead, she shook heavily and promptly lost what she'd just put into her system. All over them both.

[envy_the_sinners]

Scar had no problem supporting most of Lust's weight. He didn't want to harm what little dignity she might have had left, so he did not offer to carry her.

And he barely reacted when she got sick all over the both of them. He had been in situations far more disgusting.

Scar sighed, his first priority getting her safely back on the bed.

[a_sin_for_him]

She couldn't manage a single word. She just gasped and made distressed noises as what happened sank in. It was everywhere, or so it seemed, and oh god Scar...

She looked up at him in horror, still clinging to his sleeves, awash in misery and mortification.

She'd just thrown up on Scar.

[envy_the_sinners]

Scar wasn't sure what was causing her so much horror. His initial assumption was that she thought this was an indication that something was horrifically wrong with her. His response reflected this.

"It happens to most people with the flu, you will be fine." He set her down on the edge of the bed and marched back to the bathroom for a damp towel. They could clean up the worst of it before she settled in the bath.

Bath... She would probably need a shower before anything, at this point.

[a_sin_for_him]

"I will not be fine, I just vomited on you! And myself! And my carpet..."

The words came out half wail, and there were embarrassed tears welling in her eyes as he sat her on the bed. Oh god, what if it got on her bed? That was where she slept!

[envy_the_sinners]

Scar was more shocked by the outburst than he had been by its catalyst. Perhaps she was just tired...

"It cleans relatively easily. I will take care of this. You can go bathe." He really didn't see what the problem was.

[a_sin_for_him]

"You're never going to touch me again."

The words came out a pathetic mumble. Lust was too feverish and exhausted to think straight. But how could he possibly put his arms around her with the memory of that in his mind? This was the antithesis of attraction! She was barely even human at this point, just a meaty, reeking sack of projectile waste!

[envy_the_sinners]

...

"What?"

Scar was in the process of initial damage control when he shot Lust a confused frown. She said a lot of things that didn't make any sense when she was fevered, but this was just confusing.

[a_sin_for_him]

"I'm disgusting! This is the antithesis of appealing! You're...cleaning my waste..."

This was like some hellish anathema meted out by an angry god. He was already hesitant to touch her and now he had every reason to shy away from it. She might vomit on him again.

It all made sense in her exhausted, overheated mind.

[envy_the_sinners]

"It is hardly waste." Scar glanced at his soiled shirt, still completely unaffected. It was only a few minutes' inconvenience. He had been covered in substances far more disgusting. He pulled another nightgown from her closet, holding it out for her to take.

"Wash yourself. I will remain outside and talk to you." After he changed his shirt.

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Lust mumbled a protest as she took the nightgown, feeling more filthy with every movement. But she stumbled to the shower, managing to clean herself up as best she could while sitting under the spray of water. Standing for that long wasn't happening, and this wasn't the sort of mess she could bathe away.

Every so often there was a pitiful whine or noise of distress through the door as Lust cleaned herself up.