Malba's sick again and worrying his loved ones. |: How surprising. Who: Zelos Wilder, Malba Nuiwa, Daddy. Where: At their apartment, of course. When: |: Who knows. What: See subject. |: Rating: PG-13 Notes: Oh, Mals. Ever the useless one.
Malba: ... T_T;; *feels very strange. Like. Someone's in his head. or controlling him or something. Weird. |:*
Zelos: Malba? Malba, say something, damn it. ;_;
Malba: ... ... *blink. blink.* ... k-kid? ._.
Zelos: Mals? Hey... you with me, hunny?
Malba: *gives another slow blink.* I... u-uh. Yeah. More or less, h-heh.
Zelos: [sigh.] You scared me for a moment.
Malba: I, uh... yeah. Just. Spaced out or something for a second. That's all....
Malba: ... huh? Go where. *clearly still not with it there. >.> but lets him tug him, regardless.*
Zelos: Bed. You're sleepin' this off. In, now. [point. demand.]
Malba: *Malba stares blankly at the bed for a moment, attempting to fully decipher the boy's words. Bed. ... bed. Oh. Right.* Uh. ... Yeah. Okay, brat. I'm... I'm fine though, god.
Zelos: Yeah. Alright, hunny. Just lay down. Gonna give dad a call--your dad, I mean. Yeah....
Malba: ... Dad? Why? *Malba gives another blink of his hazy eyes, though he does as requested, lowering himself onto the bed--why does everything seem to be moving so fucking slow, anyway?*
Zelos: Because I miss his ugly mug. Does it matter? You're supposed to be resting, so just... [Zelos tucks Malba in, pressing both sides of the blanket underneath him.] Close your eyes, okay? I'll be right back.
Malba: *Malba focuses on his lover's blurry face, watching his lips move, struggling to fully take in his words. Close his eyes? Yeah... maybe... maybe that wasn't such a bad idea. They felt so fucking fuzzy, and he....* Uh... yeah. Yeah, okay, kid.
Zelos: Don't worry, Mals. I'm right here with you. Nothing's gonna happen on my watch, okay? Just sleep.
Malba: Yeah... yeah, I know you, are, kid. *the hybrid murmurs, a faint smile slowly forming on his lips, his eyelids closing. Sure, his head is fuzzy, and... well. Fuzzy, yeah, but. It's okay, because Zelos is there, and he knows the boy's words are true.*
Zelos: [Breathing a sigh, Zelos lays a hand atop of Malba's in what's hopefully a reassuring gesture. Of course, the only issue with that is that he can't reach the phone. Maybe if he stretches--... yeah, got it. He dials Ikenna's number, waiting....]
Ikenna: *Ikenna looks up from the computer screen he currently sits before, his attention drawing to the ringing of his phone. The ringtone is distinct, and he answers that call immediately.* Yes?
Zelos: Hey, pops. You wanna get somebody over here? Mals is lookin' a little... dazed. Want to get him checked out ASAP.
Ikenna: *Ikenna frowns, sitting up a little straighter in his seat.* Of course. What... what do you mean 'dazed', exactly? Is he showing any other symptoms? *he quickly inquires.*
Zelos: He's just... really unfocused. Wouldn't respond to me for awhile. I told him to get some rest. Gonna take his temp in a sec here. Want me to report back?
Ikenna: *The frown on Ikenna's lips deepens at this, and he takes in a breath, turning in his seat.* Yes. But I'll be there as soon as I can. It shouldn't be long. We'll have him looked over, find out what's wrong. *he firmly remarks.*
Zelos: ... Yeah. Thanks, pops. I'll text you his reading in a minute. Try not to get into any car accidents or anything.
Ikenna: Alright, Zelos. ... And I'll try, yes. *he dryly remarks, a faint tint of forced humor to his words.*
Zelos: Good. [So, after hanging up on poor dad and running around the house a moment, Zelos returns to Malba's side.] ... alright, hunny. Hopefully this is accurate. [He draws the temporal thermometer across Malba's head.] ... 104. Could be worse, huh, hunny.
Malba: *Malba vaguely makes out the feel of something brushing his skin, hears Zelos' voice--muddled as it is. His eyelids twitch, though he can't quite get them open. Had.. had he fallen asleep?* Kid...? *he quietly mumbles.*
Zelos: Hey, hunny. You're okay. Go back to sleep, huh? Dad's on his way, so....
Malba: *Malba again gives a twitch of his eyelids, but this is about all he can manage. Everything is so heavy and distant.* ... feel... kinda weird, heh... *he wryly admits, his words soft, slow.*
Zelos: Yeah, Mals. I know. Not gonna let anything happen to you, though. I promise. [Zelos brushes his fingers across Malba's forehead.] Right here, hunny. Right here.
Malba: Yeah, I know, kid... you... you're always here, heh... *the hybrid mumbles, his head tilting into that touch, a soft sigh escaping him. Zelos is always there for him, and he... he's so fucking grateful for that.*
Zelos: Yeah. And I'm not gonna let anything bad happen to you. Gonna make it better. So... [Zelos settles in closer to Malba, beginning to pour that healing energy into him.] Just relax, huh?
Malba: I... I know you won't, kid. Always... take... take--...* Malba murmurs, struggling to form a coherent sentence through that fog settling over him. It's... getting thicker, heavier. He can feel Zelos' energy, but it seems... so far away.* I-.. I....
Zelos: [Zelos furrows his brow, watching with concerned eyes as Malba repeatedly tries to form words.] Hunny...?
Malba: I... *Malba again tries, but honestly, he can't remember what it was he had even been trying to say. A soft, confused frown forms on his lips.* Nn... *Everything is just too far away. He can barely feel that energy anymore, he.. is he even awake?*
Zelos: [If possible, that look of concern on his face intensifies. He scoots in closer to Malba, taking the sprite into his lap.] It's okay, hunny. Gonna make it better... dad'll be here soon, too.
Malba: *Malba vaguely notes his body shifting, feels Zelos, but... that feeling is frighteningly distant. He struggles against his heavy eyelids--nothing. He can't form any words, can't focus. There's nothing he can do and this is terrifying.* H-haa...
Zelos: [Malba's eyes might be closed, but Zelos doesn't need to see those bright, unfocused reds to know how fucked up his hunny is feeling. He can see how lost he is just by looking at his face. He bends at the waist, laying his head atop Malba's.] ..
Malba: *Malba takes in and releases an uneven breath, fighting against that heavy fog. Maybe it's stupid, maybe he really should just let himself drift, but.. Zelos is right there, pressing against him, and he...* Z-zelos...? *he finally manages to murmur.*