Summary: Your name is Kankri Vantas and you have the flu.
Rating: No content warnings
Day Ten: With Animal Ears

They'd warned you at the doctor's office that this medication could do strange things to your head. That it could make you see things. Hallucinations they'd told you. And now you understand what they mean.

Cronus is sitting beside your bed reading a, well you're not sure what. Your illness has gotten to a point where you can't really concentrate on words. And how could you try reading at this point anyway? You're far too distracted by what appear to be wolf ears sprouting from his head. They twitch occasionally and wiggle once in a while as well.

You sit up a little and cough, noticing that they perk up as you do. He looks up and smiles at you. "Hey chief. You feeling any better?"

You shake your head. "Not really."

"Then lay back down. I'm here I'll make sure you're okay." He puts down his book and gently pushes you back.

You try to say something to him, but all that comes out is jibberish. You close your eyes and fall asleep.

Your dreams are stranger and more disjointed than they usually are, and when you wake up, you have a sense of unease about them. The whole thing was just too troubling to be nothing.

But you feel better.

Cronus is still sitting buy your bed, reading glasses perched on his strong nose as he reads his book. You're glad that those ears are gone now. They worried you quite a bit. You clear your throat a little and smile at him. "Good morning, dear."

"Hey, babe. Feeling better?"

You nod this time. "Yes. Much, actually."

"That's awesome. You want me to get you anything?"

You smile a little. "Something to drink would be lovely."

He puts his book aside and salutes at you. "Sure thing, chief." He leaves and comes back quickly with a bottle of Gatorade. "You were throwing up pretty bad before. Get some electrolytes back in your system."

You nod and take it from him, taking a long drink and finishing half of the bottle and setting it aside. You take a deep breath and wipe your mouth. "Thank you. That's just what I needed."

He chuckles. "Yeah I know, babe." He sits back down, still wearing his glasses, and leans against the bed.

You reach out a hand and scratch where the ears had been. "I'm not sure I want to keep taking that medication now that I'm feeling better, though."

"Yeah? Why's that?"

"My dreams were... troubling. And yesterday I thought that you had wolf ears."

He laughs and puts his hand on his forehead. "Oh fuck, I..." He can't finish his sentence as he laughs.

"Stop that! This is a serious concern and I don't appreciate you laughing at my experience!"

"No, babe. No. That, uh. Fuck." He droops his head. "Danny and one of his friends were here. And she had these things with her that she made me wear."

"But they were moving."

"Yeah that's what they're supposed to do." He laughs move and brushes hair from your face. "I'm so fucking sorry, babe." He shakes his head. "The dreams I can't help you with, but those ears were just my bro's friend's."

You narrow your eyes with a frown. "You could have told me."

"I thought you'd be able to hear them, babe, sorry."

You sigh. "You should be."

"Well when you're not sick anymore I'll take you out somewhere nice, okay?"

You sigh. "Okay."

He grins. "And I'd kiss you right now but I don't wanna get sick."

"Understandable." You chuckle. "Could you get me some chicken broth, though? I think that I'd like something in my stomach apart from Gatorade."

"Can do, babe." He kisses his index and middle finger and puts them to your lips before standing and going back to the kitchen to get you your food.

You'd rather get it yourself, but something tells you that staying in bed might be better.