#i would like to do another loiyor sick fic again but it's loid who's sick 😂🤣

[marchtooctober]

Handler instructed me to fish out information from Director Gorey who bumped into the Desmonds a few days ago. The hospital director is such a simpleton and since I helped him out one time from being "arrested", he surely won't decline my invitation to have a drink with me. And so I bought some fancy liquor to loosen his mouth. I even bought three bottles of it. I'm sure I put them somewhere in a safe place so how come there's an empty flask of it sitting on the counter? I feel stupid for being forgetful these past few days. I tried to recall when was the last time I checked up on it.

Didn't I put this in the uppermost shelf? I remember seeing all three bottles when I cooked dinner last night. And it's not likely that Yor would open the second compartment since she still doesn't know how to cook pasta. Then how did…?

I froze.

Wait… Could it be…?!

*banging sounds on the wall

The sound came not far off.

"Why ish evwything shpinning? Oww…" 

At the sound of her slurred speech, I put the empty flask on the table and quickly rushed to Yor. I found her staggering while trying to get to the door. She's in worse shape than she was during breakfast.

I'm relieved that I still have something to give to the director but what I have now is a repeated predicament, that is, a drunk Yor. And the fact that she is sick doesn't help at all.

"Yor? Yor? Are you okay?"

"Loid? Hm? Why there'sh two of you?! How you dooo that?!"

"Please listen, Yor." I said as I grabbed her by the shoulders.

"Yesh?"

"Did you drink the alcohol? The one beside the milk?"

"Nonono, no! I dibn't dwink alcohool. I jush dwank the hewbal tonic that Shawon gave me. She shed itsh bitter but good bor febewr."

"No, Yor. You took the wrong bottle. It was alcohol!"

"Hm? You mush be jowking, Roid…"

I knew it! How stupid of me to forget that I put it in the fridge before cooking breakfast? Sloppy, Twilight! Sloppy!

*quick footsteps

"Mama! Mama! What happened to Mama?" Anya ran to us and asked.

"I think… she drank some alcohol instead of herbal tonic."

"Mama also drinks alcohol when she's sick?"

"No. Like I said, she accidentally drank alcohol. She took the wrong bottle. Anyway, can you please open Yor's door?"

"Oui."

I was about to drape her arm over my shoulder but she suddenly pulled out her hand.

"N-no, no, Roid! I can walk! Y-you down't neeb to ashisht me!" She said while violently shaking her head.

Then she tried her best to skim the wall with her palm while trying to walk. At first she was fine but when she kept on staggering, I held out my hand to her.

"Let me help you."

"I can't twouble you!!"

"You can hold my hand."

"Mama can also hold mine!" Anya came back to us and grabbed Yor's hand.

Yor also took mine and we walked slowly towards her room. I thought the difficult ordeal was done but once we're inside, we had a hard time making her stay.

"I musht go to work or I wiw be late…"

"No, you can't go. You're sick! Please rest for today."

"I'm shick? No, no, no! I neeb to work or elsh we'll hab no food tomowow… Shoes… I neeb my shoes! Shoes! Where you?! Shoes!"

She started flailing her arms around, almost throwing out her beddings and random items.

"Anya! Stay back!" I blurted out as I tried to hold Yor's arms down.

Bond was also quick to respond, putting himself in front of Anya.

Is it because of the alcohol or because she's ill? I've never really seen Yor get sick so this is probably the first time. If she's the type to become stubborn when sick, then this is not good. She'll be hard to reason with. And the alcohol made it worse. Although her sickness weakened her body, she can still land a hit and send things flying. I can't simply let Anya near.

"Mama is sick and drunk…"

"Yor! You need to rest and get well. You want to go to work right?" I asked when I finally got a hold of her.

Thankfully she relaxed.

"Hgn… Yesh. I want to wowk an' buy Anya a shack ob peanutsh!"

"Wow! Peanuts! Mama you have to get well soon!" I heard Anya say as she took a few steps forward to us.

When I saw Yor remain calm, I let Anya a little closer.

"Mama, you have to rest so we can eat peanuts together."

"Yesh, Anya. I'll resht."

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I made sure that Yor took her medicine before going out and I ordered Bond to be on guard. I just wore a coat over me and took Anya downstairs to accompany her while waiting for the school bus. After some time, I felt her staring at me.

"What is it?"

"Is Mama hoing to be okay?"

"Of course. She just needs to rest and she'lll recover. You don't need to worry. Just focus during class and behave well if you want Yor to buy you a sack of peanuts."

"Okey-dokey."

Tests are around the corner again. I need to be strict with her lessons even more. But I don't want her to end up locking herself again if she hits a wall. What's important is that I give a high-value reward if she ever passes. Hm… Maybe the latest Spywars mock goggles will do. Well, it's much rarer than-

"Papa!" She suddenly started.

"Yes?"

"Becky says the tests will be super hard. Papa, I need extreme, super-duper hard study mode. I have to pass the test for Bo-"

What "Bo?"

She suddenly stopped speaking so I turned to her in confusion.

"You seem overly motivated all of a sudden." I said, which made her jolt and become fidgety.

"Ah… Because I… I want to ace the test like Bondman. Hm-hm, for Bondman." She said with a nod.

"Okay, I see. That's good. Let's start studying later."

The school bus finally pulled over and so it was time for her to leave. I reminded her to be good as I always do, hoping even more for her to make progress with befriending Damian.

"Bye-bye Papa."

"Take care."

Once the bus rolled away, I turned heel and headed back. As I climbed the stairs, I contemplated what to do. I have to hurry up and go to work.

There will be a board meeting later and although I'm pessimistic about getting valuable information at all, it wouldn't hurt to eavesdrop. Perhaps I should also try volunteering to record the minutes for direct interaction. Then in the afternoon, I'll stop by the HQ and report to Handler.

I reached our doorstep and I remembered what's waiting for me again.

What do I do with Yor? She's sick and drunk. Do I leave her alone or-

"Gah!"

"Wewcome home Loid… How wash wowk? Anya ish shtill at shcool you shee…"

My soul almost left me upon seeing Yor. She's wearing a bizarre combination of work and home clothes.

"Yor! Weren't you in your bed?" I asked in surprise.

"Hm? What you shaying? Oh… no time to weysht, I hab to go to shupermawket. Hab to buy detewgent…" Her slurred speech trailed off as she attempted to walk past me.

I immediately stopped her and dragged her back in. I quickly locked the door. It will do no good if our neighbors see Yor like this.

"Gosh! The wife was carzy!"

"I never knew she was a brazen alcoholic!"

"So improper!"

I shuddered at what they might possibly say.

Calm down, Twilight!

I was thinking whether to leave her here or not. Now the answer is simply obvious. I can't.

She's like a walking bomb right now and she's likely to wreak havoc if left alone. Even if I do lock her up, she'll tear it down easily and find her way out.

My fingers unconsciously pressed to my temples. With a sigh, I faced Yor only to find out that she's already out of sight.

"Yor? Where are you?"

"Borf!"

Bond turned to the kitchen and I did the same.

I found Yor lying on the kitchen floor. I let out another sigh before I raised her up. Before I could carry her, I felt her move a little.

"Hmmph… Loid?"

"Are you awake? You'll sleep better in your bed. You shouldn't sleep on the floor. Can you stand?"

She giggled.

She giggled.

It was a surprise for me. This is probably the most drunk that she has ever been. I know she's bright and cheerful but not bubbly like this. Like she's bringing out a childish side of her. What surprised me even more, is how she locked her arms around my neck without me noticing.

This woman is simply full of surprises. And I'm sure it wouldn't be so bad if she was my rea-

"Borf!"

Seriously. What was I thinking just now?

Finally snapping back, I only realized now that we're both stuck in this position for too long. I'm not even sure if she's trying to hug me or strangle me. Either way, it's getting uncomfortable.

"Can't wok. I'm sowwy for the twoble but… can you… pwease cawy me?"

Her breath is hot on my skin. Her complexion doesn't look good. Alarmed with the rise of her fever, I carried Yor to her room.

"Okay, Yor. Can you please stay here for a while?"

"Hm?"

"I need to get you ice pack and cool water. While I'm doing that, can you change your clothes? You're sweating a lot. Uhm… Please change into your nightgown."

I left her to gather what I needed. Before I could head back to Yor's bedroom, she's already out with pillow and blanket in arms. Thankfully, she wore her nightgown as told.

"Why didn't you stay in your room? Let's go back and place this on you."

"I don't wanna be all by mysewf."

Huh?! What's with her all of a sudden?

"But it's better for you to be in your room. You won't be able to re-"

Without listening to me, she flopped down the sofa and lied. I brought over the bowl to the table and placed the cold towel on her forehead.

"You think I will get well?" I suddenly heard her ask in a serious voice, almost void of all drunkenness.

"Of course."

I guess I better give word that I can't go to work today.

When I saw that Yor is finally sound asleep, I dialed the hospital and asked for Nightfall.

"Yes, Dr. Forger?"

"Hello, Fiona? I won't be coming to work today."

It took a lot of convincing for Nightfall to stay at her post and not to bother to come here. When I told her that I had to take care of my drunk wife, her voice became icier. Nightfall couldn't possibly think that I'm slacking off, could she ? I made it clear to her that what I do is for the sake of my mission.

"Observe the board meeting for me. Also, please let her know too. I can't stop by for today."

"Yes, sir."

I ended the call and heaved a sigh. I turned to Yor and recooled her towel. As I placed it down her forehead, I can't help but stare at her face. She looks tired. She probably overworked herself.

But the dark circles under her eyes didn't make her any less beautiful.

"Borf."

I snapped back upon hearing Bond beside me.

"Ugh, I'm staring too much."

To occupy myself, I did some cleaning. Then I took out documents I need to review for future missions. I also planned out the lessons for Anya to study. I lost track of time and before I knew it, it's almost noon.

"Hnn…"

Yor just woke up and sat straight slowly. Then I heard a soft grumble.

"Oopsh… Shorry for dat."

"Don't worry, it's fine. I'll cook lunch. Is there anything you want?"

"Enetheng ish fine. Enetheng you cook ish delicioush."

I know she's still drunk but her words still take me by surprise.

"O-Okay. How about rice porridge?"

Might as well cook something good for her.

"Yesh, pleash." She replied with a smile.

And so I started preparing all the ingredients. Yor seated herself and watched me, her arms leaning on the table's edge. Numerous times she asked if she could at least do some chopping but I rejected and insisted for her to remain seated. Then I put the washed rice to boil. While waiting, I chopped off green onions.

"So hot…" She murmured.

For the second time, again, she sounds sober.

"What? Do you feel hot? You want some air or cool water?" I asked.

She shook her head.

"You. You're hot. So handsome even when cooking."

*sharp sound of slicing

I was taken aback and almost cut myself. I know that I'm beet red right now, red upto the ears. Barely composing myself, I turned away for a moment.

Yor… Why do you keep attacking me like this?!

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After cooking, comes eating. Unsurprisingly, her slurred speech came back. But I was relieved to see that Yor has appetite enough to finish a bowl and ask for seconds. Since I'm also done eating, I took a seat beside her, in case she needed assistance. While she's busy eating, I noticed her hair slipping off her ear.

My hand moved in a flash and tucked Yor's hair back again. The both of us froze and stared at each other for a moment.

Loid- No, Twilight?! What was that?

Then she smiled.

"Thenksh Loid. Youwr shuch a gud hushband." I heard her say.

It warmed me up inside but at the same time I feel so pained.

I'm not her husband. In a real sense.

I can't help but leave my seat and get myself away. To distract myself, I looked for spare hair tie in the drawers before going back to her side.

"Here. You can tie your hair with this."

"Hmm? 'Kay."

I wanted to let her be but when I saw her struggle and did a mess out of her hair, I decided to just do it myself. She did not protest. I started by removing rice grains that got stuck and detangled her hair a little. She paused eating and flinched slightly whenever the tips of my fingers grazed over her forehead and ears. A part of me is itching to comb her hair smooth but then I find the idea as something overboard. In the end I just tied it loosely as to not trap heat in her head. I sat again beside her as she resumed eating.

"Do you like the it?" I asked, resting my head on my knuckles.

"I like it sho much! Thenksh, Loid!" She said and beamed a smile.

I find myself smiling too.

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*water splashing

Good thing, I don't have extra missions on my plate right now. I'll be able to focus on Yo-

"Why you doing dishesh?"

"Ah!"

I'm surprised by her sudden appearance again. She was literally in front of me a while ago. How come she's here now?!

"Yor! Why do you keep on surprising me?!"

"Showwy. I jush thought you were gone."

"No. I'm not leaving. Why are you here?"

"I jush came out ob the batwoom."

It doesn't seem like she has any plan to go back and so I let her watch me for some time. Eventually, she went back and lied down. When I finished, I checked on her. I prepared a fresh bowl of ice. As soon as I put the cooled towel on her forehead, Yor grabbed my hand.

"Yor?! M-My hand…"

"Don't go."

I tried to pull my hand out but couldn't.

The food definitely brought back a lot of strength to her.

There's no way to free myself as of the moment. I have no choice but to sit on the floor. Then I suddenly find myself humming the lullaby that I used to hear from my mother, which I just seem to have heard not so long ago. And I can't help but wonder what my present would have been if I was normal.

I know I tossed away my life long ago. But what if the bombing did not reach us and I was not separated from my family? Would I have been someone who is a bit clumsy but lucky enough to land a job and settle down? Would I have been able to make my parents proud?

I felt Yor's hand flinch a little. I looked at our clasped hands. I knew I've touched her hands several times before but I only noticed now how rough and callous her hand is, with visible old scars. And it was obvious why.

She worked herself to the bones not only for herself but also for her younger brother. And now, she's busy taking care of us. I sometimes wonder if we're just burdening her. It's cruel of me to take her in when she ought to have a family that will always be there for her. Because the Forger family can't stay forever. All of us will eventually leave this place.

And although she wants to stay with us now, what if she changes her mind?

Suddenly, I felt Yor's grip loosen. My hand slipped away.

Surprisingly, instead of relief, I feel down. Down and conflicted.

What's wrong? What is this feeling?

Am I growing attached?!

There's no way it could be that. It's unacceptable for someone like me.

If so, then it's because she's vital to Operation Strix. Yor is irreplaceable. There's nothing more to it.

But am I really sure of it? Or am I only using my mission as an excuse?

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