Chapter 13
Steve's eyes widened. Within thirty seconds of waking up, Herobrine had somehow ended up covering himself, Steve's blanket, and the floor in vomit. Herobrine also saw how bad this situation was and started crying.
This was not how Steve wanted to start this morning.
"Hey, hey, hey," Steve rushed over to Herobrine's side to help. "It's okay, it's okay." Steve took the blanket off Herobrine's shoulders, and when his hand brushed against Herobrine's skin, he realized that it was scorching hot. Great. Herobrine was running a fever. "Let's just get you cleaned up, okay?"
Herobrine nodded and rubbed his eyes. "I-I-I'm s-sorry," he whimpered.
"It's not your fault," Steve reassured him. "You're sick."
Steve peeled the dirty shirt off Herobrine and tossed it aside. That seemed to be the only article of clothing that was soiled, so Steve didn't make Herobrine completely change. Steve grabbed a cup of water for Herobrine and had him sit at the table while Steve cleaned up the floor. After that, Steve tossed the blanket off to the side to be washed later. Herobrine whimpered to himself. Steve couldn't help but feel bad for him. Steve hated getting sick, and always had sympathy for anyone who also was sick. He even had sympathy for his greatest enemy.
"Are you hungry? Eating something will probably help you feel better," Steve suggested. Herobrine just nodded and sipped water from his cup.
"My throat hurts…" Herobrine mumbled.
Steve grabbed a brown and red mushroom from one of his chests, along with a bowl. He mashed the two mushrooms into a brown paste, then added some warm water to make the mush into a broth. He then sat the bowl in front of Herobrine with a spoon. "Eat, you'll feel better," Steve reassured him. Herobrine just nodded and obeyed.
Hours later, and Steve had finally washed his sheets and Herobrine's clothes. Herobrine was curled up in his own blankets, looking generally miserable. Steve had placed a bowl next to his head in case he threw up again. Other than keeping him hydrated, Steve really couldn't do anything about Herobrine's predicament. Steve couldn't take Herobrine to a doctor. Even if Steve managed to hide Herobrine's eyes, there was a chance that the doctor could find that there was something else different about Herobrine's body that proved that he wasn't human.
Steve sighed and looked back out the window. The storm was beginning to pass, but rain still beat down from the heavens. The iron golem that patrolled the town killed a pair of zombies that had wandered out of the darkness. Even though it was still day, some mobs came out while it was raining since the sun was covered by clouds.
Steve jumped when he heard a scratching at the door. He tried to see what was at the door from his window, but from his angle Steve couldn't see anything. He hoped that whatever it was would go away, but the scratching didn't stop. So, Steve grabbed a sword and slowly opened the door, ready to kill if whatever was at the door was dangerous.
As first, Steve thought that there was no one at the door, since all he saw was rain. However, something poked his foot, and he looked down to see Herobrine's baby creeper. It was thoroughly soaked from the storm and looked up at Steve with big, sad eyes.
Steve began to close the door, but he couldn't look away from the creeper. He never thought that an animate box of TNT could be cute, but for some reason he couldn't shut the creeper out again.
Steve sighed and fully opened the door. "Fine."
The creeper quickly scuttled past Steve and went right to Herobrine. It seemed to sense that something was wrong with him, because it made concerned-sounding chirps before finally curling up next to him. Herobrine croaked hoarsely, "Crackle!" before breaking into a fit of coughing.
Steve shut the door and put his sword away. Jeez, Herobrine was making him grow soft.
Maybe, though, that wasn't such a bad thing.