The Arcana HCs: How the M6 get sick
Let's be honest, self care is an entirely foreign concept to him
And for the last three years, he hasn't needed as much of it due to his healing gift
Which is why, in the weeks after the masquerade, he unwittingly and completely runs his body into the ground
You're not that surprised when you come home to him swaying in the middle of the kitchen, coffee pot clutched in one shaking hand, running a fever
"Ah, MC, you're home! Would you be a darling and summon some of that fire magic for me, it's a bit chilly-"
He doesn't get to finish his sentence because you're prying the coffee from his death grip and bullying him into bed
He's very confused when you tuck him in and leave the room instead of joining him
But now that he's lying down he can feel how much he's struggling to get warm, and how much his thoat hurts, and how dry his mouth is, and how ferociously empty his stomach is
Once he sees you reappear with a thermometer and a flask of water, it finally clicks
He's sick. What do you mean he's sick, he can't get sick - Oh yeah, he guesses now he can again
As weird as it is for him to be so low on energy and docile, he is fully on board with you nursing him back to health
Jokingly calls you "Dr MC"
Will not hesitate to critique your professionalism
He's trying really hard to make you laugh and play it off like it's not a big deal, but his smile is forced when he's gripping your hand
He remembers the plague, he remembers what sickness can mean, and he knows his own infection never ran its course, even if there's no reason for it to come back
You can tell that he's terrified and you'll have to talk it out with him
You reassure him that he's safe, the two of you beat the devil himself together, as long as you've got each other things will work out
You're just relieved to see him eating and hydrating and sleeping
You know he's doing better when he starts dramatizing his symptoms and demanding either leeches or affection as medicine
From now on he's more mindful of not having his mark anymore and the importance of half decent self care
They're not stupid, they have plenty of common sense, they just have a weakness for unusual foods
Especially foods he's never encountered before
Did they know that eating from a shady food stall they'd never seen before is highly inadvisable? Yes
Was he able to identify any of the ingredients or smells involved with the food? No
Were there any other customers at said stall during the hour and a half that they were wandering around the marketplace? No
Are all of these factors the main reasons he decided he absolutely had to try it? Obviously, duh
Food poisoning is never fun, even for the slyest of magicians
They come back to the shop after an afternoon of errands, arms and satchel full of groceries
He gives you the biggest smile when he lays eyes on you, but you notice there's an unusual tightness around his eyes
First there's the sheen of sweat on their face that they keep trying to wipe away, and then the slight tremor in their arms as you're closing up the shop for the evening
You confront him when his gut starts trying to imitate whale mating calls and he admits to having a slight tummy ache
They keep telling you not to worry until the nausea hits them and you're scrambling to get them over a toilet or a basin or *something*
"Asra, what did you eat?"
He doesn't answer you, not because he doesn't want to, but because he doesn't know
And also because, well, the nausea is ongoing and they are suffering
You love him and you don't like seeing him in pain, so you're pulling his hair out of his face and rubbing his back and propping him up
Eventually the nausea fades and you can get them to drink some water, but then the next phase of food poisoning kicks in and they're glued to the toilet seat, producing the most lethal odors
He'll be so embarrassed you had to see and smell him like this later, but right now he's tired and weak and your hands are so cool and soothing on his feverish face
You're going to be up with them through the night until they finally fall asleep as the sun is rising
You had a scathing lecture planned for him when he woke up but you can't stay mad when he's so apologetic and embarrassed
They have a new guideline now: "If I wouldn't feed it to MC, I probably shouldn't feed it to myself."
She doesn't get nearly as many headaches as she used to now that her undead ex-husband has been dealt with, but they still happen sometimes
You've heard stories from Portia about how bad they used to get, but this is your first time seeing it for yourself
She had tried to power through it while you were out that morning, but you were rushing back to the palace as fast as your legs could carry you when Chandra brought news that she had fainted
By the time you got back she had regained consciousness, but she was still in her chambers and everyone was unusually hushed
When you walked in the room was dark, the normal perfume in the air was muted, and she was lying stiffly in the middle of her bed
It was very strange to see her smile at you without speaking
As soon as you were within arm's reach you were quickly reminded that she was in fact the baby of her family growing up
She finds your presence soothing, what can she say
She's not letting you leave her side
Anyone else who dares enter her chambers receives a death glare
Your new job is to act as a liason between her and everything outside her room
You watch for the shadows of feet in the crack of light under her door and slip away to collect her meal or request some water or answer a pressing question
Every time you return you find her sulking (she will deny this later) because you left without her permission
She will only eat if you feed her. She will only drink if you're cradling her head. She will only take the painkillers if you give her a kiss.
It's slightly heartbreaking because you can't imagine the amount of pain that would cause her to act like this
But the most beautiful woman in the world is pressing your hand to her lips and whispering how much she loves you and insisting you have a taste of her sorbet so you can't really complain
Once she's feeling better she insists on rewarding you in whatever way you desire, but she also makes it clear that you are not to share anything about her behavior to her family
You've never seen him get sick, you're pretty sure his stomach and immune system are made of steel
He's also highly skilled at ignoring his physical needs
That's really what did him in, he kept getting symptoms and ignoring them, thereby making the problem worse
Sore throat? He's fine. Headache? He's okay. Subtle desire to wear another layer of clothing? He never gets cold, what are you talking about. Dizziness? No, the ground has always been wobbly like that -
You know you won't be able to catch him if he falls and he can tell you're getting upset, so he agrees to lie down, just for a little bit
He doesn't get up again for a while
His instinct when he realizes he's sick is to handle it the way he always has in the past, which is to hunker down where he's the most invisible and dissociate while he waits it out
Except now somebody's tapping his shoulder and pulling the covers off of his face and trying to get him to eat and he's feverish so he doesn't want to
You had forgotten just how grouchy he could be
You're getting flashbacks to what he was like when you first met
But hey, you stubbornly loved it out of him once, you can stubbornly love it out of him again
"I brought you some water, Muriel." *Grunt*
"You need to stay hydrated." *Angry grunt*
"That wasn't a suggestion, Muriel." *Death glare*
You pile furs and blankets over him and send Inanna with a note to get medicine from your shop
As he recovers he's able to open up a bit about what it meant to get sick as an orphan by the docks, and how that was a signal for others to take advantage of one's weakness
It explains his hostility towards anybody approaching him or acknowledging his condition, but he stills feels awful about it
Once he's back to normal he shows more affection than before because he knows you won't take advantage of him
What really made him the most grateful was finding out that you fed the chickens for him
She gets sick about as often as any normal person gets sick, but that doesn't mean she's okay with it
There is a dark side to living in service to other people, and that is when it becomes the thing you base your value off of
Long story short, she has workaholic tendencies and she indulges them too much when she's feeling low
Which makes her tired, which makes her feel worse, which makes her work harder, which makes her more tired, etc etc
You've seen this vicious cycle show up once or twice on ambassador trips and you've been able to pull her out of it by clearing her schedule for the day and showering her with affection and affirmation
But this time she was home, in Vesuvia, and you had to go on a trip to gather some supplies, and she had to stay and host some visiting dignitaries
And then she missed you, so she worked harder to distract herself, and ran herself into the ground
You came back to an unusually messy cottage and a sleep-deprived, feverish Portia
It wasn't very hard to figure out what happened
It was very hard to convince her to rest
You had to wrangle her into bed and convince Pepi to fall asleep on her so she wouldn't try to move
You brought her some soup and herbal tea and set to work cleaning the cottage and clearing her schedule for the week
When you walked back to check on her she was fighting to stay awake, on the verge of tears because she was so stressed and burnt out
You had to lie down next to her and tell her three times that everything was taken care of before she could fall asleep
Once she woke up and her fever broke and she had eaten and rehydrated you got her to rant about why she was stressed and then you had to force feed her soup and self affirmation
You got Ilya to come pay her a doctor's visit to get your point across
Now when either of you has to go on trips without the other, you leave her notes with affirming words all over her things so she can't go through a day without being reminded of how loved she is
If there's one thing you can credit Morga for, it's Lucio's impressive physical endurance. His immune system is almost on par with Muriel's
Really the only time he's been seriously ill was when he was dying of the Red Plague, and that had nothing to do with physical strength
So you never really worry about him getting sick, he's Lucio, he's resilient like that
But you do worry about his recklessness sometimes, especially when it borders on stupidity
You had taken a gig back in the ancient forest to hunt down a lost relic, and you had been warned multiple times about the effects of certain plants in the area
Nothing to be too worried about really, they were even safe to touch as long as you didn't get any of their sap on you, and it wasn't deadly or anything
It was just something worth avoiding, because the effects were akin to a nasty 24 hour virus and you didn't want anything slowing you down
He did not understand the assignment
He hacked through them with his sword to make a "shortcut" and covered himself in sap
Now you're *slightly* lost in the deep woods, with an increasingly miserable ex-mercenary and no sign of human life in sight
He's panicking, last time he got sick he almost died and spent three years as a ghostly goatman, he doesn't want to do that again MC!
You snap him out of his panic by dunking him into the nearest stream (to wash off the sap so you don't get sick too, obviously) and explaining that he'll be ill for 24 hours and then he'll be fine
He's not worried anymore, but he's not used to being sick either, and he only tolerates glamorous discomfort
He is going to whine and complain without ceasing
You do your best, you wrap him up in all your blankets and set him up next to a roaring fire, you keep a cool handkerchief on his forehead, you keep him hydrated and forage enough to make him a hearty herb and jerky stew
For all of the very real discomfort he's in, he shows you nothing but gratitude, and that's how you know he won't be turning back into a goatman any time soon