Caring for a Sick Gryphon

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by PuffyTail33

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Had to do another drawing of Feathers and Slither Scale out of boredom.

It was a hot day in Feathers' home town, in the house of Slither Scale. He was doing his homework after school, when he started to feel lightheaded, and then began to feel nauseating. He touched his forehead, moaning, "I don't feel so good..."

Slither Scale went to check on Feathers, and he noticed something was wrong. "What's wrong, Feathers? You don't look good," he said.

"I think I feel dizzy, sir..." Feathers said weakly.

Slither touched Feathers' forehead and felt the temperature. "Oh, my goodness, that's not good. Your temperature is hot. Come, let's get you to bed."

"But I..." Feathers said weakly.

"Now, Feathers," Slither said, and he took Feathers by the arm. He took him to his bed and placed him in it. Feathers took his shirt off before Slither tucked him in.

"What's wrong with me, Slither?" Feathers asked as Slither pulled out a medical kit from a drawer.

"I think you're sick, Feathers. It happens all the time," Slither said as he opened the kit and rummaged through a couple of things inside.

"But how could I...?" Feathers was about to ask, when he suddenly coughed. "How could I, I, I..." He felt the urge to sneeze and grabbed his beak's nostrils, but then he sneezed, and sniffled.

"Oh, I'm afraid of this." Slither pulled out a box of tissues as Feathers sneezed more, and pulled out a tissue. "Here."

Feathers took the tissue and blew his nose on it.

"That's better. Now..." Slither pulled out a bag of ice and placed it on Feathers' head, before he took out a thermometer. "Alright, open your mouth."

"Aahh..." Feathers opened his mouth, as Slither stuck the thermometer under his tongue.

"Good boy. That thermometer will check your temperature." Slither then heard a loud whistle from the kitchen. "Oh, perfect timing! I'll make you a nice cup of tea! Just wait here."

Slither then left the room as Feathers laid in bed, wondering how long it'll be before he gets all better. Just then, Slither came back in the room, holding a cup of hot tea and patting his arm with a warm smile.

"Your tea's ready. Oh, but first..." Slither pulled the thermometer out of Feathers' beak and checked the temperature. "Oh, that's not good. Your temperature's 104."

"Guess I really am sick," Feathers coughed.

"Yes, unfortunately. But as I said, being sick happens all the time." He gave Feathers the cup. "Careful, the tea is hot."

Feathers took the cup and blew on it a few times before sipping it. "Ooh, it is hot. You'd make a great doctor on my account."

Slither chuckled. "Feathers, my boy, I am no doctor. I know certain things to tell how sick you are, and what proper remedies to use, like tea or soup. That reminds me, I'll have to pitch you in some soup. It'll help."

Feathers formed a grin. "Thank you, Slither," he said, sipping more of the tea.

"Just get plenty of rest in the meantime, and I'll see how you're feeling tomorrow," Slither said as he patted Feather's face, and then he slithered out of the room to cook some soup, as Feathers laid down for a nap.

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