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[open] Catch-All for the Remainder of August

who: Keith & YOU
what: Various things... training, exploring town, Perimeter Guard stuff, whatever! Open to backdated amnesia stuff if desired, just let me know.
when: Can go all the way back to the beginning of August if desired, but definitely carries through until September 1st.
where: Around town!
warnings: None right now, but will edit and add if needed.

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He could definitely see that Keith wasn't feeling well when he came back in to find the teen holding the glass against his face. He sat back down beside Keith, shaking a couple of the pills from the bottle out into his hand before carefully passing them to Keith.

"Want me to check and see if they have any information about this?"

Since he's fairly certain this is the side effect of the tea.

"If you want." Frankly, Keith didn't care so much about that at this point. He just wanted to stop feeling crappy. He took the pills, and then worked on stopping himself from guzzling that glass of water. The game was completely forgotten, too.

The game was still on; Shiro hadn't turned it off yet. But he did turn off the television so it wasn't taunting Keith with how well he had been a few minutes ago.

"I don't think there's much point to it now." Keith would still be feeling bad whether he checked or not.

After a moment, Shiro was up again, walking down the hall. He wasn't gone that long, returning with a damp towel, putting that against the back of Keith's neck. It was cool so it should help him feel better.

"Mm." Keith looked up when Shiro headed out, watching him in curiosity. He figured it out when Shiro came back with the towel, and it did help, even if it gave him a slight chill at first. It didn't feel bad, though. In fact, it felt nice, so he left it there, only adjusting it enough to pull his hair out from underneath it.

"Man, this stinks..."

Shiro sat down beside Keith, putting his hand on his shoulder. "I know it does. Try to rest. That should help. You can stay up here until you feel better."

Shiro's roommates were probably used to him being around by now. Not only had he visited before, but since losing his memory, Shiro hadn't wanted the teen to be wandering around on his own. Losing three years of memories and finding himself in a strange place would have been difficult. So another day or so wouldn't hurt anything.

Keith would honestly be surprised if they weren't used to him being there at this point. He finished the water and put the glass aside, then pulled his sweatshirt back on. The "fun" thing about fevers was feeling hot and then cold, almost at the same time. He leaned on Shiro, closing his eyes.

Shiro gave him a sympathetic smile seeing him put his sweatshirt back on. Now he was cold again. Shiro carefully put his arm around Keith again, letting the lean into him. He couldn't take this away from him, but he could be here to make Keith feel better until this was over. "Let me know if you need anything else."

Keith just nodded, curled up pretty tight against Shiro's side for the moment. It didn't take long like that for him to doze off quietly. Sorry, Shiro, but he wasn't waking up easily from this one. The fever would be gone by morning, anyway, but, until then, Keith was just going to sleep through it.

Shiro wasn't going to say anything, just let Keith sleep against him. Eventually when he did need move, he carefully shifted Keith to the couch and wrapped him up a blanket so he'd be comfortable. He wouldn't leave Keith's side for long though, checking on him to make sure he was okay.

Keith moved a bit with Shiro, but didn't wake up. Instead, he shifted to get comfortable on the couch, pulling the offered blanket tightly around himself. Sorry, Floor 15, but you've got a couch surfer for tonight. Keith was there until morning.

Shiro also stayed near by to make sure no one disturbed Keith and let him sleep. If he truly was this sick, he needed to sleep. When Keith woke up in the morning, he'd find Shiro sleeping in a chair, in what was probably an awkward position to be asleep in.

Keith actually slept a bit later than usual, too, but he did eventually wake up. He stretched his arms over his head with a yawn, and carefully sat up, blinking at the morning light. He still felt a little off, but the fever had broken, and the nausea was gone. He rubbed his eyes, definitely feeling like he needed a shower.

That was when he noticed Shiro.

"Shiro...?"

Shiro had actually been asleep, for actually some length of time, even if it was in a strange position. One of the unfortunate things he'd learned was to sleep whenever he had the chance and was able to, even if it wasn't in the most comfortable position. The chair was at least better than other options.

But when he heard his name, he opened his eyes.

"Hey. How are you feeling?"

"I uh... better...?" Keith didn't sound entirely sure of that, but he looked better, at least. His color was back to normal. "I still feel kind of weird, but not as bad as last night." He was definitely still tired, though, and he curled back up into the corner of the couch. "Thanks for sticking it out with me."

As Keith sat up, shifting to sit in the corner of the couch, Shiro got up and came over to sit beside him while he spoke. Same as the day before, Shiro put his hand on Keith's forehead, checking to see if he felt feverish. He wasn't sure if Keith felt too hot or not, but that in of itself was an improvement. Last night, he had been sure Keith was sick.

"No problem. I'm glad you're feeling a bit better. Want to try getting something down? If you need it, you can take some more pain meds."

Keith didn't move as Shiro put his hand on his forehead, only shifting his gaze enough to see his friend's reaction. He didn't feel like he was still feverish, so that was probably a good sign. He just felt... worn out. His body had definitely reacted to something in that tea, and, whatever it was, he was feeling the after-effects.

He shook his head a little.

"I'm alright as far as the headache goes," he said. "That's actually faded out a lot." It was still there, but really faint, and not enough to warrant taking anything else at this point. It was more annoying than actually painful. "But, yeah... I think I should probably try to eat something. It might help get rid of the rest of the weird feeling."

Shiro would have been foolish to think that it was anything but the tea. The illness had hit so quickly after Keith had drunk it that the chances of it being natural was almost impossible. At least he didn't feel sick anymore that Shiro could tell.

"All right. Let me know if you need something else for the headache." Since Keith was implying that it was still there. "Let me get you some more water and some toast. That may help."

Nothing exciting but if Keith was still ill, something light would be easier to keep down. Also he hadn't eaten for a good number of hours, having basically passed out and slept the entire evening so he wasn't at his best anyway.

Shiro got up, picking up Keith's glass and getting him some more ice water first before going back and getting him a couple pieces of toast.

Keith nodded.

"Yeah, it might. Probably better than anything else right now."

He rested his chin on his knees, wrapping his arms around his legs as he waited with his eyes closed. He wasn't outright sick anymore, but he was still feeling pretty crummy. Having something light would definitely be better. His stomach wasn't feeling great, and Keith couldn't really tell if he was legitimately nauseous and headachy or was just hungry at this point. It was better to play it safe.

He took the water when Shiro first came back, and drank it carefully. He was definitely thirsty, but he wanted to make sure he could keep it down. It seemed to work, so he accepted the toast as well, also being careful with that as he ate.

"Just take it slow," Shiro prompted him when he brought out the water first, knowing if Keith drank it too quickly, he might make himself sick anyway.

After he had brought out the toast, Shiro sat back down beside Keith, putting his hand on his shoulder. He could definitely see it in Keith's face that wasn't feeling like his normal self. Whether he was still tired, feeling ill, or it was an effect of not having eaten anything all night, it was hard to tell. If he felt better with toast, they could work up to something with more substance.

"Is it helping?"

Keith just nodded, not really feeling much like rushing anyway because he still felt weird. Though, once he started eating, his stomach decided that, yes, it was indeed hungry and not just nauseous. He still played it safe, though. He didn't want to pull a Hunk.

"I think so," he said. Even though he was hungry, the lingering idea of feeling nauseous left his appetite a little lacking overall, so he had to somewhat force himself to eat. He did, though, knowing he was going to have to put his stomach to the test at some point. Not eating wasn't an option now that he knew he actually was hungry.

"Good. Glad you're feeling a little better."

He could tell Keith wasn't very enthusiastic about eating, but it was better he try. If he was so hungry he felt sick, the only real option was try and eat.

"I'm going to grab something myself. Let me know if you want anything else."

Shiro got up, not going far as he went into the kitchen to make his coffee and get something to eat.

Keith looked up, watching Shiro stand. He nodded as Shiro started to head into the kitchen.

"Thanks."

He stayed quiet, continuing to eat slowly. He definitely wasn't back to normal, but he was improving, at least. Once he finished, he settled back on the couch again, and yawned, tempted to let himself doze off again.

Shiro came back over with his own plate of toast and sat back down in the chair near Keith, seeing as the teen had laid back down. "Do you want to use one of the beds to get some more sleep?"

Unsurprisingly, Floor 15 was not very popular with people. Whether people had vanished from the world or if they had decided the view didn't make up for the possibility of having to walk up 15 flights of stairs, there were empty beds now.

"No... I'm not really tired?" It was that weird limbo one had after fighting off a bug of some sort. He was better, but he wasn't, and he wasn't tired, but he was. Keith hated that. "I just don't want to sit up." In fact, he didn't exactly stay stretched out, either. He curled up into the corner again, content with just pulling in on himself in a defensive comfort-like position.

Shiro didn't need an explanation really. He understood. He'd been in the situation before when you're not quite sick and not quite well and nothing seems like a good idea, not even the opposite of what you could be doing.

"It's okay. If you need to get more sleep, there's space in the bedroom if you want it. Want to see if there's anything amusing on TV just for something to do?"

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