Anonymous Mon 01 Jul 2024 02:08:24 No.67034908 Report

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>>67034884
Nick has been taking quite the care for Anon in those E1 green text so what about other side of the coin where Anon is there for Nick? Like, she catches catches a strong cold during winter because of dino weakness so Anon tries to be the active one of the two, going to her place since they can't go out due the weather and her current state, she has bare energy/strength to do things and Anon wants to help her with it, though Nick mostly denies it at first for being too proud of herself living by her own and not wanting to be "pampered" as she thinks, she begrudginly accepts

Anonymous Mon 01 Jul 2024 02:37:16 No.67035596 Report

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>>67034908
>>67035306

>The phone rings. C'mon Trent pick up.
>"Yello."
>"Heya Trent."
>"Oh hi Anon, what's up?"
>"Uh, not much. You spoken to Nick today?" I can feel a bit of nervousness spilling into my speech.
>"No, can't say I have. Everything good?"
>"She hasn't been responding to my texts. Was just checking to see if she was busy or something."
>"Nothing I know of. Hold on." I hear him place his hand over the phone and turn before yelling back. His voice still comes through but further away and muffled.
>"Hey Curt you talked to Nick today?"
>I hear the shuffle of his hand brushing the mic.
>"You still there?"
>"Yeah."
>"Yeah no clue, Curtis hasn't seen her either."
>"Shit, should I go check in on her?"
>"Well I'm sure she's fine but... Yeah you probably should." Trent starts to share some of my worry. It's really not like Nick to just vanish.
>"Alright I'll text you once I find out anything. Later man."
>"See ya duder." The phone beeps letting me know he's hung up. I'm already dressed, having planned to go beat down Nick's door should I need to. I quickly head out of my shitty little apartment and finish typing in a Gruuber. One's closeby and it picks me up, the short ride to Nick's house already planned by the app.
>The yellow driver is some sort of mix I don't quite recognize, round snout. He tries to make small talk but I shut him down. No need for that right now.
>The ride is less than 5 minutes and we pull up. I thank the fellow and hop right on up the curb to Nick's little suburban house. I rap on the door, roughly.
>I jostle my leg, tapping my foot. The dull pain in my left leg soothed by the motion. The tapping gets quicker as the seconds tick by.
>I knock again and still get no answer. Nick goddamnit. I think for a second on simply smashing in her door. It's heavy and wooden but I could probably get it open eventually. I think hard for a second. Nick offhand mentioned she keeps a spare key in case she makes it home without her stuff. Where was that
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Anonymous Mon 01 Jul 2024 02:46:01 No.67035772 Report

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>>67035596
>She has no doormat so I take a glance around. A small glint near my foot draws my attention. She's just stuck the damn thing in the ground right next to her porch steps. I reach down and dig it out. It's pretty clean, must've been used recently. I jam it in the door and unlock it. I push in but...nothing.
>Shit. I try again, the other way. I feel another click, this time I make it in. It was unlocked? Fuck.
>"Nick? It's Anon!" I call into the house. No response. Shit shit shit.
>I creep in, my hand hovering over my little knife holder. I deign to not carry a pistol around, even if I have the certification to do so. I start to think I should have brought it.
>I creep in and listen intently. A quick check in her living room shows she still has everything, kitchen's pretty samey too, a few dishes piled up. Nothing new there.
>I slowly creep my way in and find the door to her bedroom. I very slowly and gently open it and focus my eyes in the dark of her bedroom. Never really seen in here other than a few peeks. I spy a figure in her bed. God Nick, please.
>It stirs.
>"...Anon?" it's Nick but her voice is raspy and unwell. I can tell she's very ill. I rip my hand away from my knife and speak.
>"Nick you okay?"
>A cough and wheeze as she speaks. "How'd you get in here?"
>"I found your spare key. The front door was actually unlocked."
>Another cough and hack. "Ah, shit. Yeah I'm alright." she very clearly isn't. She's not even sitting up to speak to me.
>"...Nick you sound like you're dying."
>"Feel like it, too." well at least she's still snarky. She'll live.
>I sigh and relax a bit.
>"You need anything?"
>She pauses and doesn't speak.
>"...kinda."
>"Kinda?"
>She clears her throat, trying to stave some hoarseness out. No dice.
>"I'm achey all over and sweat. Hurts to move."
>She hangs a second again.
>"Can you bring me a damp towel?" Shit she's to ill to even shower off.
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Anonymous Mon 01 Jul 2024 02:53:16 No.67035900 Report

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>>67035772
>"Sure, anything in particular?"
>"Any that's not filthy." I nod to her and step out. I think and decide I need to bring her some water as well. A quick step into her bathroom shows she's really been ill. It's rather dirty and I have to pause as I enter. Probably why she hesitated.
>I make a mental note to clean this up for her before I go. Least I can do.
>I get her a damp rag, a dry towel as well just in case and return. A glass of water from the kitchen brought with me.
>"Here, got you some water, too."
>"Thanks... uh."
>She doesn't move.
>"Fuck this is embarrassing. Anon?"
>"Yeah?"
>"Can you towel me off? I get that this is a lot bu-"
>I cut her off, her voice gets worse as the sentence goes on.
>"Sure." she sighs
>I step forward and pull the covers off her. She's nude laying in a puddle of sweat. I get a decent look at her face now, eyes glazed and face flush. She's real bad. Worse than I'd thought. I don't bother gawking, she's literally cooking to death in her own body here.
>I gently roll her aside and touch the towel to her back.
>"Ooh." escapes her as her tail twitches. I do my best to get her as comfortable as I can, using the dry towel to dry her sheets a bit. I note how frail she feels like this. The woman who could usually wrestle with me like she had a foot of height and 50 pounds on me is shaking and fragile.
>I finish and roll her to her front. I grit my teeth and go for it. I'm not going to let any hangups I have stop me from helping her. She looks over me intently as I do so. I'm extremely cautious of where I wipe, finally patting her dry and starting to return the covers over her. I notice they're not great either. I look over to see she has some room, her bed queen sized.
>I reach down and tuck my arms under her.
>"A-Anon?"
>"I'm scooting you over to a less damp spot." I feel her clawed hand shakily grasp my arm as I pick her up
>I settle her into the softer spot and I hear a sigh of air escape her. Must be much more comfortable
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Anonymous Mon 01 Jul 2024 03:00:53 No.67036062 Report

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>>67035900
>"Thanks, dude..."
>"No problem. Here." I offer her a glass of water. She struggles to sit up but manages. I consider reaching down and helping her up.
>She takes a swig then winces. Her throat must be shredded. I set the rest of the water on a nearby bedside table.
>"You have any soup around here?"
>"Dunno." Nick falls back into bed. Her eyes shut and I think she passes out. I quietly stand and make my way out, pulling her door closed. I return to her bathroom and make good on my thought earlier, it takes a few minutes but I know exactly what it's like to be barely through a sickness and tasked with a mountain of chores.
>A quick scrub and rinse and we're good. Navy beat it into me how to clean the latrines and by god I could eat off of it should the need arise. I wipe my brow and off into the kitchen I go.
>I quickly thumb through her cabinet and lo and behold there is a few cans of broth up here. I turn the label about to check to make sure it's 100% carni safe. We're good to go.
>I remember a few tips to make this even better and look into Nick's fridge, she's got mostly leftovers in here. Thankfully I find what I'm looking for. Some old ribs. I rip out some of the mostly finished ones and get the bones out, they're going into this thing.
>I chuck some water into a pot and boil it, hard. Bones are dropped in as well. I turn and look over her dishes. Might as well while I'm waiting. I do a quick set of dishes, mostly plates and bowls. Guess Nick doesn't really cook much.
>I hear the hiss as water spills over the lid of the pot a bit, boiling hard and high. I dump the stock in and let it do it's thing, boiling hard. I scoop a bit of fatty scum off the top as it finds it's way up.
>Another 20 minutes of hard boiling this stuff and it's reduced and slightly thickened. I fish the bones out and do another skim to make sure there's nothing floating on it.
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Anonymous Mon 01 Jul 2024 03:08:40 No.67036233 Report

Quoted By: >>67036396

>>67036062
>I fill a bowl up, the steam rising, and walk back into Nick's room. I nudge the door open with my foot and walk over, setting the soup on her little table.
>"Nick?"
>"Hmm?" She stirs.
>"Nick, I brought you some broth." I see Nick's eyes open in the dim light of her room.
>"...huh?"
>I pick the bowl up, warm in my hands and take a spoonful of the stuff, blowing on it slightly.
>"Here, lean up."
>Nick looks at me, eyes focusing now. She very slowly leans up and I offer her the spoon. She looks at me, a strange look of guilt on her. She ends up accepting the spoon.
>She swallows it and a deep sigh comes out.
>"Oh god dude."
>"You okay?"
>"That feels good on my throat and stomach." I nod and load up another, blowing on it.
>I end up feeding Nick a bit, but stopping after maybe another four spoonfuls. She falls back into bed.
>"Just leave the rest there. I'll have some as I get the strength."
>I nod at her and look over as she closes her eyes again. I just watch a while before leaving, her chest slowly moving up and down as she draws breaths. I finally step up and leave, going straight for her couch. I check my phone. I don't have anywhere to be today or tomorrow so I decide I'll just crash here.
>I quickly text Trent that Nick's ill and I'll stick around until she's not threatening hospitalization. I get a thumbs up back.
>I go ahead and cover my broth, tucking it into Nicks' fridge.
>Nothing better to do and I end up just taking my shoes off and stretching out on her couch. Almost better than my bed. I relax and nap.
>I'm stirred out of my dream as I hear clinking from the kitchen. I sit up and look back to see Nick, now dressed in her long sweater putting an empty bowl in the sink. It's a bit dark, now. Must've napped until almost night.
>"You okay?"
>Nick jumps and whips her head about.
>"You're still here!?"
>"Yeah, couldn't just leave until I knew you were alright." I stretch and stand, walking over to Nick.
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Anonymous Mon 01 Jul 2024 03:17:05 No.67036396 Report

Quoted By: >>67036436

>>67036233
>She's not looking healthy by any means but she's standing and not bed-ridden so that's good.
>"I'm feeling better yeah."
>I grab a glass out from her cabinet and fill some water out of the sink, taking a quick drink.
>"Please don't tell Trent or Curtis about this." her voice is small. This must be painful for her. No need to harass the sickly.
>"I won't."
>"Thanks."
>I step out of the kitchen and speak as I pass Nick.
>"Hey I'm gonna crash on your couch, come yell at me if you need anything."
>I walk into the living room and flick the TV on, not tired enough to pass out again yet. I suddenly notice a weight press down next to me. Nick's decided to join me.
>I don't say anything and just pick some TV movie they're currently showing. It's not great but it at least can kill some time.
>We sit quietly and stare at the programming before I get another question from Nick.
>"Did you clean my bathroom?"
>"Yeah. Kitchen too." I shrug.
>"Navy turned me into a real house husband huh? Cooking, cleaning and now looking after the sick?" I joke and turn to Nick, expecting a smirk.
>I get a strange, longing stare. Must be a little too ill for my brand of self-degradation, still.
>I drop it and go right back to watching TV. After a few minutes I suddenly feel a heavy weight lean into me. I look over to see Nick has fully passed out, her head leaning on me and threatening to slide down. I catch her and consider for a moment.
>She needs bedrest. I scoop her up one more time and walk her into her bedroom, leaving her tucked in. I stand and look at my handiwork. I did a good thing here. I owe Nick this for how many time's she's saved my ass, be it odd-jobs to help pay the bills or just simply letting me crash here while I was still moving out of my parents.
>I close the door again behind me and find my way to the couch, settling in and turning the TV back on. I start to relax and think about how easy I found it to do all this. Maybe I really am suited for house-keeping
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Anonymous Mon 01 Jul 2024 03:19:01 No.67036436 Report

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>>67036396
>I've never really before done anything like this for anyone, barely even for myself. Found a bit of drive in it. Wonder if anyone would take me as a part-time cleaner? Don't they run those topless maid places? I've still got some of that muscle on me, wonder if I could make a quick buck off some weirdos. I chuckle to myself and relax the rest of the night in front of the TV.

Fin

>>67036389
Nope, gonna try to do most if not all tonight. Gonna take a few threads though.