Purple isn't up yet.
And for whatever reason, that worries King to no end.
He doesn't understand why it's so worrying, the extra sleep could help Purple, but it's worrying him.
Maybe he just had a nightmare last night and tried to get some extra sleep-
Maybe he-
"Calm it, King. Purple's...Purple's fine."
He hopes.
Regardless, King gives into the urges and starts walking down the hall, noting how dark it is.
I should probably fix that lightbul-
Something-or someone- crashes into him before staggering backwards.
"Purple!"
King immediately grabs Purple's arms, already taking note of how hot he feels.
Is he sick?!
"Purple! Hey! You in there?"
King backs them back into the living room, where he can get a better look at the child. King can already tell something's wrong; His face is flushed and sweaty, and he's hot.
Really fucking hot.
"Hey? Little flower, look at me."
Purple finally stares back at him through watered and unfocused eyes.
"K-King...I-"
"Hey, love, your alright. Let's uh-" Fuck, what was he supposed to do.
Just by holding his arm, King can tell he's burning up. And a quick hand to his forehead confirms his theories.
Purple's sick with something.
He wants it to be nothing but a fever.
"It's just a fever, kid, nothing too bad. Some rest and medicine will get you feeling better, I promise."
Purple nods, although King can't tell if he understands or not..
Having no other option(King didn't want Purple tripping, especially when he can't move without falling), King scooped up Purple and carefully placed him on the couch. Purple whined at the loss of contact before King was back at his side, medicine in hand.
"Hey, Purple? I need you to sit up and take this, okay? It's no healing potion, but it'll help you feel better."
Purples unfocused eyes made contact with King's cinejcered ones before grabbing the small cup of medicine. King was surprised he still had some, having not essentially dealt with helping Purple whenever he'd gotten sick, but also since he hadn't been this sick.
Purple put the cup back in King's hand before laying back down.
"Your gonna be fine, Purple. I promise." King whispered.
Hopefully it's nothing more than a fever.
King wakes up from a small nap to something akin to whimpers and giggles.
And it's a weird mixture.
Shooting up in panic, King starts looking for Purple, and it doesn't take long before he finds Purple reaching out to something.
"Hey! Purple! Look at me!"
"Teddy bear..."
What the-
Is he dreaming or something-?
Oh.
Shit.
He's delirious.
"Uhm...Purple?"
"Teddy bear!"
Purple suddenly tackles him, sending them both falling to the ground.
"Oww...Purple?"
Purple whined in response, curling up tighter.
King sighed. There really was no getting him off.
Instead of pushing the delirious child off of him, King just pulled himself up to where he was leaning against the couch, letting Purple just lay on his lap, where he again fell asleep.
Another look turned up a lower temperature, meaning the sleep had done its job.
Good. It's not something bad.
And it's not getting worse.
His phone dings with a text. Gold.
Gold: Daaaad. I'm bored.
King: are you taking care of a sick child? How do you think I feel?
Gold: Purple's sick?!
Oh my gosh is he okay?!
King: Easy on the panic there, sunflower. Purple's fine.
Gold: You sure about that?
King: Oh, I don't know. Does getting called a teddy bear in a state of delirium count as fine?
Gold: WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT-
YOUR A TEDDY BEAR?
King: He's delirious.
I'm not a teddy bear.
Gold: I'm gonna have to start calling you that.
King: I hate you.
God damn it, Purple's head hurt.
A LOT.
Although, he did feel better than he did earlier.
That was weird.
When did he get sick?
Had it been his body reacting to everything that had gone down recently?
He had been running on pretty much nothing but adrenaline for that entire time. But how had that gotten him sick?
"Ow..."
Purple tried moving, but was only made aware about the arms wrapped around him.
What the-
Oh.
King.
King was still asleep, holding him.
Aww.
That's...actually really sweet.
Purple smiled, moved the hands from around him, and regained his footing enough to walk into the kitchen.
King woke up feeling significantly lighter, and for a lot of intertwining reasons, it scared the shit out of him.
Nearly tripping over his feet, King crashed into the kitchen wall after the initial panic.
"Good morning."
King glanced upwards, finding Purple leaning against the counter, giggling.
"Morning, little flower."
Purple returned the smile.
"Feeling any better?"
"A lot, actually. Thanks for nearly getting yourself sick."
"It was just a flu, I'll be fine." King ruffled the kids hair.
"Stop iiit~!" Purple whined, swatting the hand away with his free hand. "Want some tea?"
King blinked at the small boy for a moment, before smiling and taking the cup. "Thanks, kid."
"Hey, you help me. Only fair I help you."
"Just as long as you don't fall off the couch in a state of delirium while calling me a teddy bear."
"...wait what."