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"I'm Fixit," (Y/N) sighed.
"According to my scans, your temperature is relies- replies- RISING-!" stuttered the orange minicon.
(Y/N) chuckled. "You should take care of yourself first. Your voice box thing is still malfunctioning."
"I will not rest unless you feel better. What else can I do for you?" the orange minicon asked.
"Stay here, I need company," (Y/N) answered as she pulled on her blanket. Fixit helped arrange her blanket properly. "You won't leave me, right?" the sick girl asked.
"Never! That is the past- mast- LAST thing I want!" Fixit exclaimed.
(Y/N) smiled. "Just wanted to know, that's all."