Prompt: My muse is sick and pushes to come with yours on an important mission. What does your muse do when they find out?
Trent: "Damn it, Daemon! Are we going to have to make a pit stop to the emergency department? You're so fucking stubborn!"
"And you're being over dramatic I'm fine!" Daemon replied from where he was leaning against the outside of the hummer, drivers door open having basically scrambled out to vomit up what had been breakfast. Yeah he was probably getting something, he was at this point sweating despite the damn snow, but he hadn't let that stop him from going with Trent.
((Ok so I'll let you half lead this one. Was gonna go for they're actually on there way to Trent's thanksgiving in this or picking someone up from that airport if the travel was reversed? I actually wasn't sure what you were thinking soooo you're turn to fill in that stuff unless you have another random idea))
((Sure let's go with picking up Trent's family. I didn't have anything particular in mind but that def works.))
"Clearly you're sick," Trent insisted. "If you were a woman, I'd assume you were pregnant, level sick. You've been throwing up, you're shaking, and you look miserable. Look, if you don't want to go to the doctor, can we at least stop at a drug store and get you an anti-emetic? And a mask? I'd rather you not pass on whatever you have to my mom." He didn't care that much about his father or aunt, but then, he didn't want them getting his mom sick ether. "We won't be too late picking them up, I'm sure."
"I have a mask... In the back.... Between covid and other bullshit... But if you're that concerned you better also tell them to get a hotel" Daemon muttered all but jumping on the chance to redirect the subject away from himself at least slightly. Moving to slowly climb back into the drivers seat he shut the door moved a shaky hand to pull his sunglasses from the front of his shirt. Add a headache to the list of things he hated about being awake right now and just kept getting worse despite refusing to admit it that morning when he'd woken up both feverish and puking. He'd already taken enough and judging by traffic so far he wasn't stopping either. Well.... Unless he had to puke again which currently had them on the side of the road as it was.
"Oh no you don't. I'm driving," Trent insisted. He knew Daemon thought of him as pushy and bossy, especially during times like this, but that was just too bad. He'd taken care of Daemon since the day they'd met and he wasn't about to stop now. "I'm driving. You're sitting in the back with a window open. And we're getting you some medicine," he decided, rerouting them without waiting for an answer.
Daemon paused mid reaching to put the hummer back in drive. "I can dri..." Nope Trent had gone talking again. Daemon heaved a bit of a dramatic sigh but frankly he was WAY to tired to even risk a small argument at this point. He rather quickly decided upon Trent continuing on at him and already working in the gps. Of course that didn't stop him from sort of looking at Trent for a long moment from behind his shades with a sort or exasperated and annoyed expression. However after a few moments he merely moved to open the door again and slowly climbed back out and even more sluggishly moved to open the back door slowly climbing in only to end up pulling the door shut and slumping down to lay across the back seat.
"Good boy," Trent sort of crooned at him, smiling faintly and ignoring Daemon's irritation. He drove them to the nearest drugstore and bought Daemon an anti-emetic and some other medicines just in case, as well as some feel-better chocolates.
When he was back to the car, he handed Daemon the anti-emetic and the chocolate. "Here, honey. Feel better, okay?"
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