No one P.O.V

Scythe would sniffle softly, Pulling the covers closer to his body, his form shaking very slightly. "God I hate being sick.." he cursed with a slight whine, a cough racking through his body.

The sick tubby would bury his face in his own pillow, letting his eyes drift shut as he felt the familiar sense of sleep wash over his body. He planned to rest as much as he could, Wanting to get better as per usal to anyone who hated being sick.

A musical ringtone rang out through the air, Disturbing the poot tubby who had just wanted to sleep. "What...does...boss..want.." he grumbled slowly before answering the phone. He still felt rather tired and not well enough to be doing much right now.

"Yes..boss..how can I.." a couple of coughs interrupted scythe, Having the move the phone away to try and not cough in his boss's ear. "No need...just wanted to let you know that unfortunately your patient has escaped..."

That alarmed the sick doctor who shot up rather quickly, Holding the phone tightly to his ear. "Your positive ..he really escaped..?" Scythe gulped, beginning to pull at a few loose strands of his hair. He would tug on them as his anxiety only continued to rise.

"I'm certain...I wonder what prompted this...have you been able to talk to him when you aren't resting..?"

His boss would rest his legs upon his desk, staring at the ceiling as he talked to the currently absent doctor.

His hand gripped his desk, His nails beginning to create a rhythm as he struggled to stay patient. "No sir I haven't.." his eyes widened, His tapping coming to a halt. "Preposterous...I've been telling the guard to alert your patient that he had a call waiting and then take him to a phone booth.."

"I'm sorry sir but I've called and been given the asylum's automated response.."

This only proceeded to make noo noo's blood boil, slamming a fist down on his desk. "That means I have someone who has been purposely fucking up...causing this patient to escape..." noo noo sighed, Pinching the bridge of his nose.

"I have suspicion of where the patient may turn up, so if you see him please catch him and bring him back.."

"Of course sir.."

With that the call ended, The tired and ill tubby setting his phone back on his bed, Glancing around his room. "I wonder If he broke out because I was gone and he missed me.." he mumurs softly to himself as he laid back down on the soft mattress.

Soon his eyelids drifted shut and he quickly fell into the arms of sleep.

Something would nuzzle him, his ears flicking as he let out a few quiet mumurs, turning away from whatever disturbed his rest.

Another nuzzle but this time one to his neck, which caused the sleeping tubby to let out a gentle purr. "Mm....stop..it tickles.." he giggles softly, Sleepily swatting at what or who was tickling him.

Eventually he opens his eyes...and finds himself face to face with his patient.

"WHAT THE FUCK-"

The taller sighed, Crossing his arms as he sat in front of the other's bed. "This is the greeting I get- Wow harsh-" he growls slightly, slightly annoyed at this. "Well..I'm sorry babe...but...im really..confused why your in my house you see...." Scythe would stammer around for words, rather alarmed and confused.

"You've been gone for 3 days and I haven't gotten any affection.." his grumbles were soon accompanied by a pout, His ears lowering. Scythe felt guilty seeing this, a pang shooting through his heart.

"I'm sorry babe but I'm sick I can't Give you affection right now.." scythe would cough into his elbow for emphasis, hoping his patient would understand.

"Do I care?"

Scythe blinked before face palming. "Yes! You should! I don't want you to get sick!!"

His partner came closer to his bedside, A pout on his face. "I don't care what happens! I just want my affection that you owe me.." he huffs.

"Fine....but if you do get sick don't get mad at me..."

"I TOLD YOU! NOW YOUR SICK DUMMY!"

"Worth it"