Octus examined the slight bulge Lance was currently showing to him with a very concerned look in his robotic eyes. He had a vast knowledge of many things, but there were also things that he didn't have a clue about. Including what he was currently looking at. Or at least he didn't know about it yet, as he was still scanning it idly, much to the discomfort of Lance.
"Does it hurt?" He asked, mindless to Lance's squirming around whenever it tried to touch it.
"Yeah." Lance answered, running the back of his head bashfully as he looked away.
"When did this start?" Octus asked him, rubbing it slightly and curiously.
"This morning, I woke up like this." Lance answered in a hoarse voice, coughing awkwardly into his hand as he tried not to think about what was currently going on.
Octus rubbed it again will his robotic thumbs this time, trying to get a better read on it as Lance groaned softly and suddenly reached with both hands to cover it.
"Stop, that feels...odd." Lance gasped, pushing the other's hands out of the way.
"Well, it only seems a little swollen." Octus noted, turning away from his suddenly as he continued to process this new found information.
Lance sighed softly and rubbed it in an another attempt to make the pain go away. It felt better doing it himself, as to compared to when Octus was rubbing it for him. After a moment, Octus left the room for a moment, he scanning seemingly completed. He returned a few moments later, with strange pink stuff in a little plastic shot glass for Lance to take.
"Here, this should help." He said, using his fatherly voice as he handed it to him gently.
Lance took it from him and gulped back the liquid quickly and then looked down as he attempted to swallow the very bitter liquid. He frowned and set the cup down on the floor next to him and sighed.
"It still hurts." He growled, shacking his head a little bit.
"It may take a while, but this will make you a little drowsy, so I suggest you take a nap." Octus suggested, only to have Lance leap from the chair.
"A nap!" Lance yelped at the suggestion.
"Well you want your throat to get better don't you?" Octus asked, idly stamping his hands on his hips as he had seen them do on TV so many times before that.
Lance sighed, bending down once to pick up the cup, and then got up again and began to walk back into his bedroom. His throat hurt to badly for him to really make an argument and try to refuse the situation, so he decided to simply give in and ended up taking a nap.
A/N: What were you thinking? O.o?
