Day 23: Alternate Prompt: Too Many Layers
The platform to Scott's chute turned around, depositing him back into the room. He'd barely stepped off before freezing at the sight that greeted him.
There was a lump on the couch. It was vaguely human-shaped, but impossible to decipher, and Scott frowned. While he was stationary in contemplation, Gordon bustled in, arms full of blanket, and Scott watched as his brother dumped the blankets on top of the pile and then he rushed off. It didn't look as if he'd even noticed Scott standing there.
So, someone was sick. Not Gordon. He could rule out Grandma – Gordon may have a death wish sometimes, but not that bad of one – and he doubted it was Kayo or Brains, neither would appear in the living rooms when they was sick. So it was Virgil or Alan.
At that precise moment Alan walked in, his arms full of blankets too. He likewise dumped them on the pile that must be Virgil, and walked off, also not seeming to notice Scott standing there.
He blinked. What on earth was going on?
Scott shook himself and strode over to the couch. He crouched down, moving the blankets until Virgil's face was uncovered. The man was asleep, but he was obviously sick. Pale, clammy to Scott's hand on his forehead, as Scott moved some more of the blankets and Virgil shivered.
Ah. That's what they were doing.
As the thought entered his mind he found himself buried under another rain of blankets. How in the hell did they have so many when they lived on a tropical island? The giggling told him that the terrible two had finished with the many layers, and he fought his way free.
Gordon and Alan joined him and the three of them watched Virgil snuggle under the blankets.
'You don't think that there are too many layers there, do you?' he asked.
'Nope,' the two chorused together.
Scott shook his head and made his way over to the desk. He had reports to do. Gordon and Alan took the other couch and put on a Buddy and Ellie episode on quietly.
Peace reigned.
(Except for Virgil's snores)