radiostatic

vox: ugh... *he coughs again*

alastor: vox... *he said walking over to vox and putting his hand on his forehead* you feel hot...

vox: yh I'm always hot..

but what if I get worse in my sleep?

Alastor: That's ridiculous, you'll be fine.

I'm scared...what if I die in my sleep?

Alastor: (radio voice) "it's no problem, really. (he gently wips the food off of your screen with a napkin)

*vox's screen is now completely red, he's not used to being treated this way. He's always been the one taking care of others, but now he's the one who's being taken care of. He's starting to feel a bit overwhelmed by the attention, but he can't deny that he likes it*