#rectal thermometer

“I’m not shore you’re getting worse,” said Feferi. “You might just be feeling a little extra awful since you’re getting sleepy.”

“My gills got all gross,” Eridan complained. “Now I have an infection to deal with.”

“I don’t think they’re infected,” said Feferi, gently touching Eridan’s neck as she looked in his purple gills. As she gently examined him, she added,

“Nope, no infection. They just seem irritated to me. Do they hurt a lot?”

“Yeah,” sniffled Eridan. “They sting.”

Feferi gave her moirail a snuggly hug and then clasped her hand over his forehead.

“Poor Eridan,” Feferi cooed. “I’ll tell you what. I’m going to check your temperature, and then since you can’t think of any other requests from me, maybe we could get you to sleep.”

“I don’t know…” Eridan trailed off. He pulled out another tissue and used it. As he thought about it, he certainly was miserable, and he was more tired now that he’d been up for a while. Maybe he could sleep.

“Alright…” Eridan decided.

Feferi kissed his temple and popped up to grab the thermometer.

Eridan smiled, figuring his girlfriend left a mark of lipstick.

“How does your chest eel?” asked Feferi.

“Not too bad,” Eridan admitted.

“That’s great,” Feferi smiled, looking relieved as she dipped the the thermometer in a tub of vaseline. She then sat it on top of the open container as she tugged down Eridan’s pants and gently guided his legs open. Eridan tightened up a bit.

“You gonna take my temp now?” He asked.

“Yeah, angelfish. That’s alright, isn’t it?” Feferi stroked the back of Eridan’s thigh.

“Yeah…yeah, it’s alright.” Eridan started to relax.

“You’re really not eeling yourself, are you?” Feferi cooed. “Okay, it’s going in now.” Feferi eased the thermometer inside of Eridan’s rectum, watching his eyebrows move uneasily as he pouted during the insertion.

“It feel alright?” she asked, and Eridan shuddered a little.

“Yeah, Fef, I just…” Eridan trailed off. “I just don’t feel very good.”

“I know, Eridan,” said Feferi, holding onto the thermometer. “Just focus on my touch, okay? Good.”

Eridan wiggled his legs a bit uncomfortably as they waited on the thermometer to beep.

Feferi pulled the thermometer out very slowly, and then she read the number.

“Oh, guppy, your temperature’s been elevated a bit more.”

“How high?” asked Eridan.

“103.7,” said Feferi as she redressed her moirail. “Let’s get you to sleep. You want to stay out here on the couch?”

Eridan’s breath hitched and he sneezed into a tissue. He had to grab another out of the box to unload the rest of his violet snot.

“Yes…” Eridan decided, still wanting to be whiny.

Feferi wiped at Eridan’s gills a bit to try to make him more comfortable and covered him with a blanket.