MPC 57X [52C] - Soup for the Digitized Soul
Jan 6, 2019 0:18:49 GMT
Post by Alan Pantell on Jan 6, 2019 0:18:49 GMT
MPC Name: Sick Leave
MPC Number: 57X
Wild Card Number: 52C
Requested Reward: Bits
Of all the things that could have happened today, coming down with a cold had to be one of them.
This was the first thought that ran through Alan's mind as he woke up one morning in the Rosewood Inn to find any breath taken through his nose to be stifled, sometimes failing to happen altogether. The second thought to come to him was something more along the lines of:
No, I shouldn't think like that. This is actually quite a good day to come down with a cold, all things considered. It's not like I have anywhere I needed to be today, and if I did, it'd be something I would want to be well to attend.
The human boy found that since he had began his life in the digital world, he had a lot more days to himself like this than he ever had before. He valued this fact; life had always felt like it was moving faster than he could bear to keep up with it. Furthermore, getting sick taught him a valuable fact, of which until now, he had never been sure: humans could, indeed, get sick in the digital world. Interesting, he thought. I should probably ask a doctor about the full extent of this. Are there different diseases for digimon and humans? Can all species contract all kinds? I doubt it, but I'm sure some of them are shared. Perhaps if I ever see Dr. Cross again I could-
"Alan!!!"
"Gah!" Alan jolted from his state of deep thought, sniffling again. There he saw Levi, in his Flamedramon form, surprisingly, leaning over the bed, not even trying to cover a smile. "Oh... Levi, you're... wait... how are you Flamedramon? And where's your armor?"
"First of all," responded the tall dragon, "I took my armor off because of all the blades. Wouldn't want to impale you. Second of all, or, first of all, I guess, and the previous thing was second, anyway, second of all... I don't know." Levi scratched his chin. "You were tossing and turning a bit. Maybe you mumbled 'digi-armor energize' in your sleep because your subconscious mind knew you would need my help. Hee hee!"
"Well... I appreciate it..." mumbled Alan, "but wh...what's with that jolly attitude? Did you... did you do something?" The young man looked slightly hurt by his partner's demeanor. The drake took note of this, immediately regretting how he acted, and chiding himself for giving Alan the impression that he took pleasure in his inconvenience. "No, no, I didn't do anything. I-I want you to get well soon!" he assured him.
"Oh. Okay..." Levi's partner still did not seem satisfied. "It's just... I was hoping I wouldn't have to remind you how much I hate the 'I told you so' thing..."
"That's not it at all, either! I swear!" Two days ago, Alan had found himself stricken with a particularly bothersome sore throat. Both tamer and partner had been concerned that it might turn into a full-blown cold, but Levi was the only one who voiced his concern. By no means had the Veemon intended to imply that he was betting on Alan becoming sick, and yet he couldn't help but feel bad. Both of them were very sensitive about their own prides, which were fragile enough to be hurt by words that could so much as possibly be interpreted as condescending or smug. The day after that, Alan's sore throat had nearly completely healed, and the boy had felt rather proud. Nevertheless, today it had become a common cold. Only a cold, sure, but, as anyone knows, that doesn't mean it wasn't a pain to deal with.
"Anyway... sorry, er, anyway... I... it's the afternoon already, but I... made you breakfast." To prove himself, Levi bent down to pick up a tray he had prepared, stocked with a few classic breakfast options: an omelet, two slices of toast, bacon, and even a bottle of milk. Alan's eyes widened at the sight.
"You... mean you... bought it, right?" he asked.
"Nope. Well, I bought supplies, if that's what you meant, but I prepared it..."
"How? I don't think this inn gives customers access to..."
Levi put on one of his three-pronged egg shell gauntlets and held a pan up with one of them. "Fire. I used... fire powers. flame, er, Flame... dra… Flamedramon."
"Oooooooh…. wow." Alan clapped his hands together a few times, quietly, so as not to disturb anyone else staying in the inn.
"And... I... also got you some chicken noodle soup later if you want it. I heard... everyone says that's supposed to be good for colds."
"You... sure did your research, huh?"
"Yeah, I woke up before you... I could tell you were all stuffed up... so I looked up some stuff... like what makes cold symptoms more bearable, or, um, how to... how to cook."
"You didn't know how to cook, and you still did it successfully with one hand? Hold on, let me taste that..." Alan took a bite of the omelet. "Levi, what the h- this is delicious!" Levi blushed a bit at the complement.
"D'aww, you're just saying that because your eternal partner made it for you..."
"Yeah, and my eternal partner is a freaking... unnaturally good cook." He finished the rest of his breakfast quickly. Even though the worst of his could had only just started, Levi's company was already making it miles easier to bear. He was planning on going outside just to take his mind off of it, but suddenly, he felt there was no need for that. Levi curled up next to Alan on the bed.
"Are you sure you're not worried about getting sick?"
"I dunno, but... I really wasn't taking pleasure in that fact that you have a cold earlier... just so you know. It's just... we promised to rely on each other... so it makes me happy when I can let you leave everything to me..."
"W... wow, Levi, that's a hard act to follow."
"Please don't worry about following it! It's something I like doing! I trust you'll be there for me. Always... so, uhh…"
There were a few seconds of silence. "I'm just gonna watch TV for a while, if that's okay with you."
Levi perked his head up and nodded. "Yeah! So will I!"
[THE END]
Word Count: 1059
MPC Number: 57X
Wild Card Number: 52C
Requested Reward: Bits
Of all the things that could have happened today, coming down with a cold had to be one of them.
This was the first thought that ran through Alan's mind as he woke up one morning in the Rosewood Inn to find any breath taken through his nose to be stifled, sometimes failing to happen altogether. The second thought to come to him was something more along the lines of:
No, I shouldn't think like that. This is actually quite a good day to come down with a cold, all things considered. It's not like I have anywhere I needed to be today, and if I did, it'd be something I would want to be well to attend.
The human boy found that since he had began his life in the digital world, he had a lot more days to himself like this than he ever had before. He valued this fact; life had always felt like it was moving faster than he could bear to keep up with it. Furthermore, getting sick taught him a valuable fact, of which until now, he had never been sure: humans could, indeed, get sick in the digital world. Interesting, he thought. I should probably ask a doctor about the full extent of this. Are there different diseases for digimon and humans? Can all species contract all kinds? I doubt it, but I'm sure some of them are shared. Perhaps if I ever see Dr. Cross again I could-
"Alan!!!"
"Gah!" Alan jolted from his state of deep thought, sniffling again. There he saw Levi, in his Flamedramon form, surprisingly, leaning over the bed, not even trying to cover a smile. "Oh... Levi, you're... wait... how are you Flamedramon? And where's your armor?"
"First of all," responded the tall dragon, "I took my armor off because of all the blades. Wouldn't want to impale you. Second of all, or, first of all, I guess, and the previous thing was second, anyway, second of all... I don't know." Levi scratched his chin. "You were tossing and turning a bit. Maybe you mumbled 'digi-armor energize' in your sleep because your subconscious mind knew you would need my help. Hee hee!"
"Well... I appreciate it..." mumbled Alan, "but wh...what's with that jolly attitude? Did you... did you do something?" The young man looked slightly hurt by his partner's demeanor. The drake took note of this, immediately regretting how he acted, and chiding himself for giving Alan the impression that he took pleasure in his inconvenience. "No, no, I didn't do anything. I-I want you to get well soon!" he assured him.
"Oh. Okay..." Levi's partner still did not seem satisfied. "It's just... I was hoping I wouldn't have to remind you how much I hate the 'I told you so' thing..."
"That's not it at all, either! I swear!" Two days ago, Alan had found himself stricken with a particularly bothersome sore throat. Both tamer and partner had been concerned that it might turn into a full-blown cold, but Levi was the only one who voiced his concern. By no means had the Veemon intended to imply that he was betting on Alan becoming sick, and yet he couldn't help but feel bad. Both of them were very sensitive about their own prides, which were fragile enough to be hurt by words that could so much as possibly be interpreted as condescending or smug. The day after that, Alan's sore throat had nearly completely healed, and the boy had felt rather proud. Nevertheless, today it had become a common cold. Only a cold, sure, but, as anyone knows, that doesn't mean it wasn't a pain to deal with.
"Anyway... sorry, er, anyway... I... it's the afternoon already, but I... made you breakfast." To prove himself, Levi bent down to pick up a tray he had prepared, stocked with a few classic breakfast options: an omelet, two slices of toast, bacon, and even a bottle of milk. Alan's eyes widened at the sight.
"You... mean you... bought it, right?" he asked.
"Nope. Well, I bought supplies, if that's what you meant, but I prepared it..."
"How? I don't think this inn gives customers access to..."
Levi put on one of his three-pronged egg shell gauntlets and held a pan up with one of them. "Fire. I used... fire powers. flame, er, Flame... dra… Flamedramon."
"Oooooooh…. wow." Alan clapped his hands together a few times, quietly, so as not to disturb anyone else staying in the inn.
"And... I... also got you some chicken noodle soup later if you want it. I heard... everyone says that's supposed to be good for colds."
"You... sure did your research, huh?"
"Yeah, I woke up before you... I could tell you were all stuffed up... so I looked up some stuff... like what makes cold symptoms more bearable, or, um, how to... how to cook."
"You didn't know how to cook, and you still did it successfully with one hand? Hold on, let me taste that..." Alan took a bite of the omelet. "Levi, what the h- this is delicious!" Levi blushed a bit at the complement.
"D'aww, you're just saying that because your eternal partner made it for you..."
"Yeah, and my eternal partner is a freaking... unnaturally good cook." He finished the rest of his breakfast quickly. Even though the worst of his could had only just started, Levi's company was already making it miles easier to bear. He was planning on going outside just to take his mind off of it, but suddenly, he felt there was no need for that. Levi curled up next to Alan on the bed.
"Are you sure you're not worried about getting sick?"
"I dunno, but... I really wasn't taking pleasure in that fact that you have a cold earlier... just so you know. It's just... we promised to rely on each other... so it makes me happy when I can let you leave everything to me..."
"W... wow, Levi, that's a hard act to follow."
"Please don't worry about following it! It's something I like doing! I trust you'll be there for me. Always... so, uhh…"
There were a few seconds of silence. "I'm just gonna watch TV for a while, if that's okay with you."
Levi perked his head up and nodded. "Yeah! So will I!"
[THE END]
Word Count: 1059
