I can show you the world! (OxO) (Closed)

There was a soft, almost imperceptible click as the call was lifted off of the scrambled trunk line, and another one as the recording was stopped.
"Hello, Vozreal." Her voice had less of an edge to it now.

"Hey, Phoenix! How's it going?" He said, annoyed by that, but that wasn't important

"Well, thank you. Sorry about that, I'm required, as a government official, to have call screening in place."

"Makes sense. How's it going in DC?" In the background, you hear a sleeping Nyx

"It's normal. What can I do for you?"

"Listen… When Nyx was sick in the past… What did you do to help?"

"Nyx? She's sick? If you've done something to her -"

"No, no! Not at all! I've actually tried to help! And yeah, she's sick. Probably because of the Irish Weather…"

"Sick with what?"

"The common cold."

"And you're calling me because…"

"I need help. She hasn't gotten sick before… And I was wondering what you did when she got sick before?"

"I don't remember. I would have been sick too. They liked to experiment on us at the same time. Anne took care of us. Well, let me think."
A pause.
"Anne would make soup."

"What kind? Chicken?"

"Or something like that. It was creamy."

"Okay, thanks! See you later!" H hung up and laid with her

Nyx stirred in her sleep and curled close to him. She was warm - worryingly, almost, sweat beading her forehead. She was hugging her bunny, its ears brushing her chin.

He held her and comforted her, also falling asleep

The next morning

Nyx's temperature had rocketed overnight, her breathing raspy.

"Nyx… You're very sick…" He got a ice pack and put it on her forehead

"I'm fine," she murmured, but she obviously wasn't. Her face was chalk white.

"You're sweating a lot, and your face is ghost-like."

"Well, of course it's ghost-like, I'm covered in m-" She coughed. It was rattly and deep.

"And you're coughing. You're sick… Want some soup?"

"Sure…"

He made some chicken soup

Nyx was half-lucid when he was done.

(Lucid sleep is different than regular sleep, fyi)
"Here.." He fed her a spoonful

(Not lucid dreaming, half-awake)
She opened her eyes halfway and obediently let him feed her.