#or hold his feverish face in their cool hands

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(tags: fic tidbit, no plot, sickfic, vomit, violence mention, supportive Zer0 is trying okay, pandoran medicine is questionable at the best of times, let alone when you don’t bother to clear out your cabinet because you only ever use insta-health) 

Rhys retches into the toilet again. Beside him, Zer0 searches the medicine cabinet, rattling through various pill bottles with faded labels and dubious expiration dates.

Rhys mops the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve. Then he makes the mistake of glancing down into the toilet bowl, which does not help his nausea at all.

“Ohgod that’s gross. Don’t look, Zer0,” he warns miserably. 

They snort and turn to him as they drop a large unlabeled bottle into the trash. The gelcaps inside shatter like glass when it lands, and Rhys silently agrees with their decision to chuck it.

Zer0 looks at the toilet and flicks their fingers dismissively. “You think I’m squeamish?/ Stomach contents are no big./ I spill guts daily.”

He peers up at them, still gripping the toilet seat in much the same way that he clings to the door handle when Zer0 is driving. “Other people’s?“ he hazards.

“Naturally.”

He drops his flushed cheek onto the cool metal of his arm and groans. “Zer0, buddy, I love you, please can there be less talk about disembowelment while I’m trying not to dry-heave?”