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“You’re standing aren’t you? All your job is is sitting at a computer. Get to work.” Apparently not… DOS sent it a glare, and he took a deep breath. They didn’t know how they were going to make it through the day.

“Well.. you don’t look very good but I’m sure if you weren’t able to work Diddy wouldn’t have you here.” Ms DOS put her hand to Cedric’s head, sadly taking her oldest son’s side… as usual.

“… I don’t know, can you talk to him? Please mom?” Cedric felt pitiful and stupid asking this like a little kid, but he couldn’t make it through the day and if he left without permission it’d be hell to pay.

“… if you still feel this bad after lunch.” Their mother said, “I’ll bring you some of my homemade soup tonight either way, alright sweetie?”

“… Yeah, okay.” Cedric sighed, it was going to be a long day, wasn’t it?

Pinpoint had been seeing Cedric complain about being sick all day. And all day both his brother and mom had been saying it was fine. Surely they wouldn’t lie about that, or make it work if it really wasn’t up to it, so she had no clue why it was being so dramatic.

Currently he was walking towards the mainframe room, leaning against the wall of the lair, probably to beg to go home again.

“You’re a man baby.” Pinpoint had barely meant for the words to slip out, but she sure as hell wasn’t taking it back.

“What?” Cedric barely seemed to hear her.

“I said you’re a man baby, everyone is saying you’re fine, stop whining and stand up like a grown up. It’s just a little cold.” Pinpoint scoffed, “You look weak.”

“Right. Sorry.” The coder managed to stand up and steady themself, it seemed to take an amount of effort that made a bit of guilt pool in the back of Pinpoint’s throat. He made it about two steps before collapsing into a heap on the floor, her eyes widened, it really wasn’t lying.

What should she do? This was technically her fault… well first she checked vitals, his heart rate was a bit fast, likely from exerting himself while this sick, he was sweaty and clammy, and was most definitely running an impressive fever. She should get him home. Why had they showed up like this?

“Where does your brother live?”

“What do y-“ The doctor looked over at the assassin, carrying an unconscious Cedric in her arms bridal style, “Oh. Guess he was sick.” He seemed so unfazed and it took genuine effort for Pinpoint not to grab her gun and blast his brains out. His sibling collapsed, did that warrant no concern? No worry? Not even batting an eye? He should be ashamed.

“Clearly. And I need to know his address to bring him home.” Pinpoint glared behind her glasses, what a horrible brother.

The doctor sighed as if his brother’s safety was some annoyance, before writing down the address on a sticky note and handing it to her. “Let him know he’s still coming into work tomorrow.”

“Actually if you want to stay breathing he won’t be going back to work until he is fully better.” Pinpoint retorted, “They need rest, they’ll be lucky if they don’t need a hospital.”

“Since when did you care about anyone?” DOS inquired, “… Besides, neither me or mom have time to take care of him.”

“He’s a grown person he doesn’t need you to look after him. It will have no problem getting to the kitchen, heating some soup, and going back to bed.” Then again he hadn’t even made it up a single floor to get to the mainframe… “… nevermind. I’ll watch them.”

When Cedric woke up, he wasn’t on the floor of his brother’s lair like he’d expected. Instead it was tucked in its bed, a glass of water and some fever medication on its bedside table, and a cold washcloth on its forehead. They wondered if Killbot2000 had found them? No, KB wouldn’t have put on the washcloth, and didn’t have the skill to tuck him in this well either. Then who? He knew his mother wouldn’t put out medicine for him, instead there’d be a thing of homemade soup. Its brother would’ve just tossed it in bed. They vaguely remembered Pinpoint being in the room when they collapsed but why would she care?

“Glad to see you’re not dead, I suppose.” He was broken out of his thoughts by a voice in the doorway… wow, guess Pinpoint isn’t entirely heartless. “How do you feel? … I won’t make fun of you for it this time.”

“… A little better now that I’m in a bed.” It admitted, “Why did you help me?”

“You could not exactly help yourself, somebody had to do it.” She shrugged, leaning against the door frame, “If you’re hungry let me know, I bought a few types of canned soup.”

“Thank you.” He was beyond confused but… it was nice not to wake up alone after something bad happened.

“Don’t mention it. Seriously, nobody gets to know about this.” She paused before adding, “Your brother is an ^sshole.” Oh. She’d spoken to him before taking them here, explains how she found their address.

“Not really he’s just… hard on me. He cares.” Cedric sat up a bit, so he could look at the assassin easier, she scowled at his words.

“He didn’t even care that you collapsed. You’ve been nothing but diligent and devoted in your work for him and he could not even find an ounce of worry. He’s a coward and an imbecile.” She sneered, “You should not have even had to come into work in that condition.”

“It’s not a big deal really, it’s just how it is.” Cedric felt stupid defending DOS, he knew the guy didn’t care about him, but he just needed to be better, he could fix things.

“It should not be.”

“… Hey uh, what types of soups did you get?” Cedric was hoping to change the subject, Pinpoint’s face seemed to… soften? It was too small of a change to be sure, or to be sure it happened at all. She sighed.

“Tomato, chicken noodle, clam chowder, cream of chicken-“

“You got cream of chicken??”

Here’s two days work summing up to a list of basic dynamics between every f^cking character in idle mastermind