The one thing he's Scared of 4
If there was one thing everyone on the crew found out real quick, it was that it wasn't fun to be taking care of a sick Captain.
Ever since his 'walk' with Ahim, Marvelous had been feeling under the weather. He'd hid it pretty well for three days, but on the fourth he woke up to throw up in the toilet. Doc had looked over him and assured everyone it was just a stomach virus and a slight infection in his foot, but still. It wasn't long before the sick captain decided that his crew were all now his servants.
"Luka!" he moaned loudly, rolling over in his bed. The older girl stomped bitterly into his quarters, crossing her arms over her chest with a scowl.
"What?" she demanded to him, and he gave her his famous smirk.
"I want some water," he put his hands behind his head, sitting up halfway.
"You'll just vomit it back up," her scowl deepened, considering he asked this every ten minutes and her answer was always the same.
"I don't care!" his voice was very whiny, and she groaned, throwing her hands up in the air.
"Fine!" she all but screamed, sweeping into the kitchen for a moment before thrusting a glass of water into his hand, "now drink it before I shove it..."
"Luka," Joe had been watching the two and was now in the doorway, "you need to come be look out." She understood what he meant with a grateful nod, all but running out the door.
He didn't stick around, though. He'd decided he'd had enough when he'd cleaned up his captain's vomit earlier, so he strode out and decided to go for a walk on the town. Doc came in now, dreading already what was about to unveil.
"Okay, Marvelous," he held up a bottle and teaspoon, "time to take your medicine."
"Make me," he wore his smirk, and the other bit his lower lip, pouring the thick, purple stuff into the utensil.
"Please? It'll make you feel better," he took a step forward, and the captain didn't move. So far so good.
"Yeah, having you guys wait on me hand and foot is so bad," he chuckled, crossing his ankles.
"But...but you can't fight if you're ill," another step didn't get a response.
"Sure I can," he shrugged.
"We won't let you," this time he dared two steps toward him.
"You can't stop me," he stretched out lazily. When the timid Pirate got to the bed, the Captain pressed his lips tightly together and shook his head.
Desperate, he shoved the stuff into his friend's mouth. To his great surprise, he didn't kill him or fight it. Suddenly, his spit and the medicine was all over the younger male's face. Doc recoiled and squealed a bit.
"Ewwwww..." he complained, "now I'm goin get sick." The Captain only smirked as he walked out, defeated.
"No wonder Ahim was so spoiled," Gokai Red chuckled to himself, "she never had to do anything. That must have been the life for her."
The small princess stopped, hiding behind the door in the doorframe. A tear slipped down her face as she went back into the kitchen.
XXXXXX
"Ugh..." Marvelous sank down onto his knees, pressing his face to the wall of the bathroom. He'd just got done with another retching fit, and now his face was as red as his coat and sheeted with sweat.
"Marvelous-san..." Ahim's voice seemed distant with the ringing in his ears, "oh my goodness!" She was suddenly in front of him, wetting a rag in the sink and kneeling before him.
"No..." he denied, pushing her hands away weakly before going back to the bowl. She rubbed his back gently, her face full of pity, despite knowing what he'd said earlier about her.
"Come here," she helped him up, hauling him to his bed and laying him down, turning on his fans and running the cloth over his face.
"Ugh..." he moaned weakly, raising his hands to protest, but she pushed them back down gently, feeling his forehead.
"You might want a bath," she rushed into the kitchen to prepare his water, "Doc-san, will you help me?" The Captain smirked as his friend reluctantly came in with a whimper.
XXXXXX
The moment of a good feeling was passed quickly.
"I feel awful..." Marvelous moaned, stumbling back from the toilet, "how am I still throwing up?"
"I know you do," the princess looked very understanding and sympathetic toward him, "come here, you need to try the medicine."
"No!" he moaned, twisting feverishly in the sheets. But she took the bottle and teaspoon and pulled him to a sitting up position
"Yes...I'm sorry, but you don't have a choice," she held the spoon in front of his lips, and he shook his head, covering his mouth.
Rolling her eyes a little with another smile, she set it to the side so she could shift him into her other arm. Pulling up his shirt, she started to trace patterns on his exposed stomach, and he opened his mouth to laugh. She took that to push in the medicine, moving his jaw and throat so he could swallow it. He groaned and complained at her clever trick, crossing his arms over his chest.
"That's not cool," he whined, and she laughed, poking him in the stomach and pulling his shirt back down.
"Baby," she teased, hugging him tightly and laying down beside him, "now, you need to take a nap."
"No I don't!" he whined again, turning over stubbornly.
Chuckling, she wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her chin on his shoulder, "You're such a spoiled brat." Suddenly, he felt sad, remembering his words from earlier.
It took a moment, but he figured out the change in how she felt beside him, "Oh my...Ahim, I'm so sorry."
"It's fine, I..."
"No, it's not fine," he winced with the pounding in his chest as it destroyed his ribs further, "it was very wrong, and I'm very sorry. I didn't mean it, I promise you that."
She smiled once more, closing her eyes as his own dropped, "You're the best captain ever." He shivered in pleasure when she reached under his shirt and rubbed his stomach when he rolled back onto his back.
"Oh my gosh," Doc sighed when he walked in to see both of them curled up, asleep, "don't tell me now I have to take care of two love-sick Pirates!"
