Prompt: My own: Virus (based off a book I was readin' at the library store C: )
"Ah, I can see it! How interesting-ACHOO!"
The orange scientist hadn't felt that sneeze coming. Maveve looked around for a handy box of tissues and seeing one, grabbed it and blew his nose. He had a few coughing fits after that and then resumed studying the specimen: his own spit.
"I should look up what type of virus this is but it's so fascinating to watch it move around- CHOO!" He felt a wave of nausea coming on and stumbled back a little.
Resting himself in a chair he stared at the ceiling of his room. "Strange, there's no wind," he mumbled to himself, "and yet my DNA mobile is swirling." He doubled over as the world swirled around him and curled up on the floor. He chuckled a bit vaguely taking mental notes on how he felt and what time it was…if he could just see his watch…
He felt a shadow come over him and flopped on his back to see who it was.
"Hello Osasa-san~" Maveve waved weakly up at the assassin from his position on the floor. Osasa merely grabbed him by the scarf and pulled him up.
He slumped onto Osasa barely containing himself as he forced himself to adjust to his new position. The fact that he was pulled by the scarf didn't help matters either.
"What's the matter with you?" Osasa held Maveve by the shoulders and surveyed his room. It was cluttered with what seemed to be two days of messes. Slightly unusual for the generally organized scientist. His bed looked like it hadn't been slept in and the only recent activity he could gain was from the microscope and the dozen or so books cracked open and strewn around.
"I've caught a-a cold." Maveve finished somewhat faintly. He teetered in Osasa's grip and eyed his bed. Sleep didn't seem like such a bad thing at the moment.
"Then why haven't you been resting?" Osasa moved from studying Maveve's room to actually studying the scientist himself. He wasn't a medic, but he knew enough to know that Maveve should have been sleeping and resting the past few days instead of…doing…"What have you been doing?"
"Oh, just looking at whatever virus I have! It's very interesting to watch move!" Maveve motioned enthusiastically at his desk. He took a step forward but lurched back and ended falling into Osasa. He smiled weakly up into Osasa's exasperated eyes.
"Well, I hope you found out what you have and got medicine for it," Osasa sighed. He cringed inwardly as Maveve shook his head slowly. "I was entranced by the momement of the organism, I completely forgot to call a doctor!" He had another coughing fit and gasped.
Osasa guided maveve over to his bed and pushed him onto it. Maveve made a move towards his microscope but Osasa shoved him down again. "Get some rest. Now," he said sternly, "I'm getting a doctor and bringing him…or her here." He folded his arms and watched Maveve. The latter just yawned, rolled over and shut his eyes.
After making sure he was asleep Osasa quietly left the room. He really can't take care of himself at important times like this he thought to himself but then again, he's excellent at taking care of others in the same situation. Contemplating this thought, he vanished to find help.
