"Ugh...I feel like shit.."

"Well uh, maybe if you didn't do what you did, you wouldn't be in this situation right now."

Gamzee groaned as he curled up further under his blankets, a slight sniffle escaping him. He had caught a cold from standing underneath the rain, distracted by the rainbow off in the distance. He chalked it up to one of his messiah's wondrous miracles, but it cost him his health in the end as he sneezed once more.

"Motherfuuuuck.."

He pouted slightly, lying back further into his pillows and gazing around his room to take his mind off his cold. It did him no good, not even to appease some of his boredom. Tavros sat at the edge of his bed, chin resting on his hand as he surveyed the sickly clown. Gamzee had been adamant about him keeping his distance for fear that he might get sick too. It was a sweet gesture in his eyes and he smiled fondly at him. A brief cough interrupted the moment though and he shuffled a tad closer.

Gamzee opened an eye and frowned, waving a hand weakly at him.

"Naw Tav, I ain't wanting you to be catching what I got."

"I'll uh, be fine. Right now, we have to worry about you."

The teen grumbled his dismay with the situation but complied and allowed him to scooch closer. Tavros leaned in to look him over before getting up and leaving the room. The other had thought he had left him to deal with his illness for a moment. He was okay with this a little but he couldn't help the pang of sadness that hit him. He gnawed on his lip and held off another cough just as Tavros reappeared.

With a bottle of medicine.

Gamzee stuck out his tongue in pure distaste; he hated medicine and would much rather heal naturally. But this cold was stubborn and he would have to take it. As the young Taurus moved over to the bed clad male, he shuffled further into his blankets. It was his childish way of saying 'you can't make me'. Tavros frowned as he sat at the edge of his bed and watched him.

"Come on Gamzee, if you don't take this you won't feel better."

"That's a motherfucking shame then. Cause I ain't taking that nasty ass shit."

"Gamzee."

"Nope. Ain't nothing making me take that odious liquid, sorry brother."

Tavros crossed his arms, frowning and poking the lump under the sheets. Said lump only grumbled and curled in on himself further.

"Please bro. It'll uh, help you get better faster so we can hang out."

Silence was his answer.

"But I get if you'd rather sit around here while I'm out. That's totally okay."

Gamzee made a whining noise and his arm shot out of the covers, grabbing the bottle. He slowly rose back up, sniffling and weakly glaring at the bottle. He sighed and uncapped it, sipping some down quickly and handing it back to Tavros. He stuck out his tongue and shivered.

"Ugh, I ain't never gonna get motherfuckin' used to that mess."

He plopped back down on the pillow with a sigh. Tavros merely chuckled and pat his shoulder, brown eyes lighting up with relief that he didn't have to wrestle him to drink it.

"Well at least you'll feel better."

"...Yeah. I guess so. Good side to this is I'm gonna be able to hang out with my favorite bro when I kick the wicked ignorance on this sickness."

Tavros nodded and smiled and Gamzee yawned, the medicine starting to do its work. He rose up, setting the bottle on his nightstand. He whispered a small goodnight to Gamzee and walked off, gently shutting the door and leaving his friend to rest.