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->You coughed weakly.
+You coughed weakly.
->Some sort of seasonal bug caught you, when you least expected it.
+
->It was uncannily like the flu from home, right down to the symptoms.
+Some sort of seasonal bug caught you when you least expected it, while helping Pinkie move a new stove into the Bakery. It wasn't that bad at the time but now, a scant three hours later, you wanted nothing more than to just roll over and die. It was uncannily like the flu from home, right down to the symptoms. Fever, vomiting (PLENTY of that), cold sweats, aches and pains...
->Fever, vomiting (PLENTY of that), cold sweats, aches and pains...
+
->One Twilight Sparkle decided to take care of you.
+You dimly noted that this was the first time you had gotten sick in Equestria... at all.
->"It'll be a good chance to study the human immune response, how can I pass this up?" She had half-asked.
+
->You were far too sick to tell her no, simply wanting some comfort at this point.
+Twilight had taken time off from her busy schedule to take care of you. While you appreciated it, you were worried about the things she was supposed to do today.
->The mare was lucky this flu couldn't jump the species barrier yet, or she'd be right here along with you.
+
->She was busy in your kitchen, making you some tomato soup.
+"It's only a cold bug, honest..." You had argued quietly, voice completely shot.
->You had asked for chicken noodle, but Twilight point-blank refused.
+
->She didn't have an issue with your diet, she knew you needed meat on occasion.
+The mare only tutted at you as she pulled the thermometer, which read a balmy one hundred and three.
->The unicorn just refused to touch it.
+
->You had argued that magic wasn't touching it.
+"The girls can have the sleepover without me. AJ and Rainbow had other plans anyway, we can do it another time." Twilight said, giving you a sideways look as she flipped to a blank page on her notepad. It was almost filled to the brim with notes on humans in general, and you in specific.
->She argued back that it would make her horn feel dirty.
+
->At that point, another wave of vomiting took over and you were no longer in the mood to argue.
+You had always thought that was just a *little* creepy, but wrote it off as a quirk of hers.
->"Mmm, there there..." The unicorn comforted, rubbing your back with a hoof. "Better out than in..."
+
 "Besides, it'll be a good chance to study the human immune response, how can I pass this up?" She half-asked, clipboard and quill levitating next to her.
->You retreated back to bed, wrapping up in three heavy quilts.
+
->No matter how many layers you put on, you were still cold.
+Twilight gave you a kiss on the cheek.
->Twilight had a pad and quill, documenting all the symptoms of the disease you were currently in a slow-winning fight with.
+
->"Fever, stuffy nose, copious vomiting, chills..." She idly muttered to herself.
+"Do you need anything right now, or do you just want to sleep?"
->You didn't hear the rest after you closed your eyes, going for much needed sleep.
+
 "...chicken noodle soup?" You asked, somewhat hopeful.
->Anon looked bad. Really bad.
+
->He was pale and sweaty, his eyes were red and puffy...
+"Ew, no." The alicorn said with a wry smile and a light shake of her head. "How about tomato?"
->Not to mention how frequently he voided his stomach.
+
->He said that some humans go through this once a year? You couldn't imagine going through this even once.
+"Why not chicken...?" You replied in turn, feeling slightly whiny. You felt you deserved to be whiny today.
->The human finally drifted off into an uneasy sleep, the occasional sniffle or cough interrupting the otherwise peacefully deep breathing.
+
->You had told him that there were various medications that he could try.
+"Because handling it makes my horn feel dirty."
->He just told you to let it run its course.
+
->Stubborn human.
+"How can i-"
->With as sick as he was getting, this could potentially kill him.
+
->His temperature read only a few degrees off of lethal, and you seriously considered an ice pack or a dozen.
+Your stomach chose right then to lurch.
->Still, his shivering held that off.
+
->Wrapped up in three heavy quilts and still shivering was an impressive feat.
+Whatever your argument was, it was quickly forgotten as you gestured for the nearby bucket. Twilight was quick to react, having done this a few times over the past seven or eight hours. A wave of bile and the last bits of what you had for lunch came up, the bitter taste making you grimace.
->You sighed, the little nurse hat you had grabbed slipping off your head slightly.
+
->A small magic push put it back in place.
+The mare was lucky this flu couldn't jump the species barrier yet, or she'd be right here along with you.
->Had to look the part accurately, after all.
+
->At this point, there was little you could do for him BUT wait it out.
+"Mmm, there there..." The alicorn comforted, rubbing your back with a hoof and levitating a glass of water over to you. "Better out than in..."
->You took his temperature again, noting it was coming back down.
+
->Perhaps a fever was meant to be an immune response in humans, not damage caused by the disease...?
+You washed your mouth out and spat that into the bucket as well.
->You scribbled that into your notepad for future reference, then went downstairs to read for a bit.
+
->"Twilight...?" Came the human's weak cry for help.
+
->Nurse Twilight Sparkle is on the case!
+
->You came up the stairs again, carrying another bowl of soup and a moist towelette.
+The lavender nurse you called your girlfriend retreated for a moment to empty the pail, rinsing it out thoroughly. Meanwhile, you retreated back to bed, wrapping up in three heavy quilts and shivering. No matter how many layers you put on, you were still cold.
->"Bucket..."
+
->You lifted it from beside the bed, and he snatched it out of your magical grip quickly and urgently before violently shudders wracked his body.
+What was the saying again...starve a flu, feed a cold? Was it the other way around? You couldn't remember. Thinking made your brain hurt. The fever didn't help.
->Mostly bile at this point, he hadn't eaten anything in over a day.
+
->The smell was horrible, but you had dealt with worse where Spike was concerned.
+Add on the strain of just having turned your stomach inside out for the fifth time, and you were down and out exhausted. The soft clip-clop of hooves on wood brought what was left of your attention to Twilight. It wasn't much, just the simple awareness that she was back.
->At least Anon didn't burn holes in things when he was sick.
+
->He offered the bucket to you with a small amount of shame, and you cleaned it out in the sink downstairs.
+Just that little bit of attention made you feel much better.
->Anonymous, meanwhile, went right back to sleep.
+
->You sat down to read, keeping an ear tilted towards the stairs.
+Twilight's quill scratched quietly across the pad, documenting all the symptoms of the disease you were currently in a slow-winning fight with.
->You didn't hear him call for you the rest of the night.
+
 "Fever, stuffy nose, *copious* amounts of vomiting, chills..." She idly muttered to herself, realizing your eyes were closed. You didn't hear the rest of her notes, finally going for much needed sleep.
->You woke up to the sun shining through the window.
+
->You felt...better, but not exactly fully recovered.
+
->The fever had broken, and your stomach had finally settled down.
+"Chills, coughing..."
->One of those nasty twenty-four hour bugs, not the flu.
+
->You stood shakily, testing your balance.
+You looked over when you heard the first snore, signalling he was finally asleep. Looking your human over once more, you frowned.
->Walking down the stairs with a hand firmly on the rail, you discovered Twilight asleep on the couch, book covering her eyes.
+
->An ear was swiveled towards the steps, she had been watching out for you all night.
+Anon looked bad. Really bad. He was pale and sweaty, his eyes were red and puffy...
->You gave the mare a short ruffle of her mane, and she woke up.
+
->"Hu-wh...Anon?"
+Not to mention how frequently he voided his stomach. There were points you had nearly gotten an actual doctor to look him over, but hadn't under Anon's own protests. Something about 'overpriced monkeys in a white lab coat.' You had a feeling he wasn't in his right mind at the moment, which a fever of that temperature would do. If you were right, he was actually suffering through hay fever...which was stupidly fatal (at least, it was for ponies), but completely incommunicable.
-"Thanks Twi, I feel a lot better."
+
->You flashed her a tired smile, you were still feeling the last little bit of the exertion your body just went through.
+It also hadn't been seen in almost seven hundred years.
->"Oh good, you're better."
+
->She smiled warmly at you, lifting herself off the couch.
+He said that some humans go through this once a year? You couldn't imagine going through this even once in a lifetime. The human sniffled or coughed on occasion, interrupting the otherwise peaceful deep breathing. You had told him that there were various medications that he could try. He just told you he'd have to take the lethal dose for it to work.
->Before suddenly going green in the face and rushing for the sink.
+
->You heard her violently emptying her stomach, followed by her spitting and groaning.
+A quick check on it proved him right, as they were meant for pony usage, not human. Even so...
->Oh boy.
+
-"Bed, right now Ms. Sparkle!" You called.
+With as sick as he was getting, this could potentially kill him anyway. If you were in his place, forced to choose between death and over-dosage? You'd take the liver damage. His temperature read only a few degrees off of lethal for a pony, and you seriously considered an ice pack...or a dozen.
 
 Still, his shivering held that off. Wrapped up in three heavy quilts and still shivering was an impressive feat. You sighed, the little nurse hat you had grabbed slipping off your head slightly. A small magic push put it back in place. Had to look the part accurately if you were his caretaker, after all.
 
 At this point, there was little you could do for him BUT wait it out. You trotted around the bed, making sure his pillows were comfortable and the bed was soft. Anon didn't even so much as grunt. He was sleeping like a rock, which he didn't ordinarily do. Usually, the human slept on a razor's edge, for reasons you could never place.
 
 You took his temperature again, noting it was coming back down. Slowly, but definitely coming down. Maybe you were simply overreacting again. Celestia forbid if you ever have foals.
 
 The thought brought a wry, amused grin with it.
 
 "Perhaps a fever was meant to be an immune response in humans, not damage caused by the disease...?" You asked yourself quietly, thoughts returning to the human sleeping on your bed. You scribbled that into your notepad for future reference, then went downstairs to read for a bit.
 
 "Twilight...?" Came the human's weak cry for help, almost immediately after you had settled in. You didn't mind, your boyfriend needed help! Nurse Twilight Sparkle is on the case!
 
 You came up the stairs again, carrying another small bucket and a moist towelette.
 
 "Bucket..." He said urgently, reaching for it. You lifted it up to the bed, and he snatched it out of your magical grip just as violent shudders wracked his body. Reaching up, you ran your hoof up and down his spine in a comforting gesture.
 
 "There there...you're alright..." You comforted as he spat the remainder out.
 
 He offered the bucket to you with a small amount of shame, and you only chuckled at him.
 
 "Sorry, Twi..."
 
 "You're fine, Anon. Really."
 
 Mostly bile at this point, he hadn't eaten anything in almost a day. The smell was horrible, but you had dealt with worse where Spike was concerned. At least Anon didn't burn holes in things when he was sick. Anonymous, meanwhile, went right back to sleep.
 
 Heading downstairs, you dumped it into the sink and washed both out immediately. You didn't want yourself or, worse yet, Spike to pick up... whatever this was.
 
 The bucket was returned to its place under the sink, and you went for a quick shower to clean up. A small hint of displeasure surfaced when his vomit had splashed up and hit you on the side, but you hadn't said anything to Anon. No need to make him feel worse than he already was.
 
 Done with your shower, you dried off and sat on the couch in the living area. An ear was tilted in the direction of the bedroom, just in case. You didn't hear him call for you the rest of the night.
 ===
 
 You woke up to the sun shining through the window. The clock read ten-fifteen, which meant you had been asleep for almost eighteen hours. That was one deep sleep.
 
 You surmised it was one of those nasty twenty-four hour bugs, not the flu. You stood shakily, testing your balance. You felt...better, but not exactly fully recovered. Muscles on various parts of your body were sore, though it wasn't debilitating.
 
 The fever had broken, and your stomach had finally settled down. It was currently growling for attention. You were still feeling the last little dregs of exertion your body just went through, but it was fading. Something in your stomach would definitely help.
 
 Walking down the stairs with a hand firmly on the rail, you discovered Twilight asleep on the couch, book covering her eyes.
 
 "D'aww..." You mumbled, upon finally seeing her. Her left ear was swiveled towards the steps, listening as she snoozed. You smiled at the thought of the alicorn watching out for you all night long. Giving the mare a short ruffle of her mane, she woke up blearily.
 
 "Hu-wh...?"
 
 The mare was never one to be up with the sun, which you sometimes found infinitely amusing. You flashed her a tired smile when she finally was awake enough to recognize her surroundings.
 
 "Oh good, you look much better. Are you okay?"
 
 "Yeah, I am. Thanks, Twi, really."
 
 You kissed her on the top of her head, hands gently combing through her wings. The mare squeed softly in response, before suddenly gagging.
 
 "Uh...Twi?" You asked, arching an eyebrow. She had never gagged before during a wing scratching.
 
 "N-not hay fever..." The mare muttered.
 
 You were left confused as Twilight then suddenly bolted off of the couch, rushing for the kitchen sink. You heard her violently emptying her stomach, followed by her spitting and groaning.
 
 Oh no.
 
 "You know the drill. Bed, now, little pony."
 
 You heard the mare groan.
 
 "I was so careful..."
 
 It seemed that you two shared everything, up to and including infectious diseases. You carried Twilight upstairs, grimacing but otherwise ignoring it when she accidentally coughed in your face. Your immune system was absolutely swimming in antibodies, you couldn't possibly catch it again so soon. Tucking the pony in, you gave her a book to read if she didn't feel like sleeping.
 
 "Anon, wait..."
 
 "What's wrong, Twi?"
 
 "Here..."
 
 She levitated the little nurse hat off of her own head and put it on yours. Another quick push centered it.
 
 "There. Better."
 
 You went downstairs to make a pot of soup as Twilight rolled over to sleep, with you chuckling all the while.