A/N Heya! I have become extremely hyper fixated on Dandys World and I wanted to write some ragebait fluff so…
Shrimpo sneezed for what seemed like the millionth time that morning. He groaned, burying his head in the pillow. His head throbbed, nose ran, and his stomach felt as if somebody was squeezing it. He felt like his whole body was falling apart. A loud knock at his door caused him to look up from his pillow.
"Rise and shine!" Finn called. "We need your kelp with a run today!" Shrimpo groaned at the fishbowl's enthusiasm. "Whale? You coming or not?" Finn waited outside his door patiently. After a moment though, he opened the door just a crack. "Shrimpo? You okay in there bud?" Shrimpo's lack of protest at his corny puns concerned him. He took a step inside the shrimp's room, looking worried. Shrimpo could barely even open his mouth to respond. Clutching his stomach, he let out another agonized groan and rolled over. Finn rushed over to his side, placing a hand on his forehead. Heat radiated off of Shrimpo's skin, and a thin layer of sweat coated his forehead.
"MOVE! I NEED TO- "Shrimpo yelled before throwing up, barely missing Finn's feet. Finn jumped back, avoiding the stream of vomit. He rubbed Shrimpo's back, wincing on the shrimp's behalf. Shrimpo rolled back onto the other side of the bed, turning his back to Finn. God, he hated feeling like this, helpless and useless. He hated that the stupid fishbowl was here to see him, in this pathetic state. He hated even more that deep down inside, he didn't want him to leave. Finn sat beside him, rubbing his back. "Go away." Shrimpo mumbled. Finn could see that Shrimpo was clearly in no state to be able to take care of himself.
"Don't worry bud! I'm here to kelp!" Finn said, nudging Shrimpo's arm. Shrimpo grumbled in protest. Getting up, Finn went to the small kitchenette and began filling up a pot with water. Sprout and Cosmo were always the cook of the bunch, but Finn could make a pretty good chicken noodle soup, if he did say so himself. He put the chicken in the pot with the noodles, humming as he cooked. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Shrimpo stumbling out from his bedroom.
"Whazzat smell?" Shrimpo slurred. He leaned against the back of a chair, arms wrapped around his stomach.
"That's my famous chicken noodle soup!" Finn exclaimed cheerily, handing Shrimpo a steaming bowl. "Did you know that chickens actually evolved from dinosaurs? Shelly told me that!" Shrimpo blew on his soup, sipping on the hearty broth. The soup was warm and tasty, just bursting with flavor. Shrimpo found he couldn't shovel it down fast enough. "Whoa! Slow down buddy!" Finn chuckled as Shrimpo slurped down the last of the broth. Shrimpo sighed in satisfaction, feeling the warm soup settle in his stomach. He wrapped his blanket tighter around his shoulders, suddenly cold. Finn brought him a cup of ginger tea that he had boiled alongside the soup. Shrimpo accepted the mug gratefully, cupping it between his hands. Of all people of course the annoying fishbowl was the one that had to take care of him. His stomach gurgled unhappily, and he felt bile rising up the back of his throat. A steady stream of puke hit the floor beside him, emptying out all the soup from his stomach. Finn rubbed his arm sympathetically and helped him over to the couch, wrapping him up in a fleece blanket. He sat on the couch beside Shrimpo and rubbed his back. "I should probably go clean up the mess." Finn thought. He shifted trying to get up from the couch. Shrimpo had wrapped his arms around Finn and grasped tighter when Finn tried to get up.
"Wait, don't leave me…" Shrimpo mumbled resting his head against Finn. Finn sat back down, wrapping one arm around the shrimp.
"I guess there's worse places to be." Finn thought, watching over the sleeping shrimp.