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Macaque dashed down the hallway, desperate to get away from Wukong’s overbearingness.
“Aaand that’s escape attempt number two,” Wukong called as he sidled around the corner to catch a shocked Macaque.
“Come on now, it’s not that bad to be taken care of. ‘Sides, you and I both know you certainly aren’t doing it yourself.”
Monkey King sidled up next to Macaque and slowly inched his way behind him.
“Monkey King! Where is he? Wh–” MK stumbled to see a startled Macaque being held in place by a grinning Sun Wukong.
“And nope.” Monkey King broke off at Macaque’s continued jittering, shifting one arm to pin both dark furred arms to his chest.
“Hey MK, you got that special soup I requested from Pigsy?”
Red masked eyes widened and began Macaque slurred protests. “N-no…spec’l soup wr’ng.”
Wukong sighed, “I know bud. But sick monkeys need their rest.”
“Yep!” MK went barreling around the corner only to return with a steaming bowl from Pigsy’s Noodles.
“Thanks bud!” Wukong slipped forward his thumb and forefinger to push Macaque’s mouth open, “just pour right in here. As much as you can fill it.”
Despite Macaque’s weak struggles, MK apologized under his breath and poured broth into the monkey’s open mouth. Wukong followed by shoving the simian’s jaw closed and holding a hand over it to keep from soup being spit out.
“Alright bud . Do us all a favor now and just swallow, then it’ll all be over soon. Juuuust need to send ya back to bed.”
At Macaque’s increasing head shakes Wukong sighed once again then nodded to MK, who promptly went up and plugged Macaque’s nose, forcing him to swallow. Once that was done, Monkey King eyed the rest of the soup in the bowl and forced Macaque’s jaw open once more.
“Been using this sleeping drought since he was a sick kit, he’s got a bit of a resistance. Got to use all of it now in order to take effect. Oof–look at those sleepy eyes though. Is someone getting a bit sleepy?” Wukong teased.
He tilted Macaque’s head up as MK poured the rest of the soup down his throat, and the dark haired monkey was forced to swallow once more.
“There we go bud. Almost done, almost done.”
Macaque’s body began to droop.
“Oop! And there go the knees,” Monkey King cradled Macaque as he sunk to the floor.
“He’s barely hanging in there. C’mon, let’s get him back to bed.”
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Macaque woke to a soft bed and damp washcloth shifted away from his eyes in a ridiculously bright room.
Six ears flickered and strained to pick up murmurs from across the bed.
“Won’t the lights just wake him up?”
“Well ya, but otherwise he’ll just shadow portal his way out again. Brighter the light, weaker the shadow. ‘Sides, he won’t notice with the cloth over his eyes. A cloth that clearly needs to go right back on.”
Dampness moved. Light dimmed. Macaque faintly wondered if his glamors were still up.
He didn’t doubt it, this wasn’t that bad.
Something clinked. He furrowed his brow and twitched as firm material slid around his wrists and ankles.
“I know bud, I know. You’re really sick though so the medical restraints gotta stay on.”
Macaque huffed to remember the last time Wukong deemed physical restraint “necessary.” Upon reflection, violent hallucinations from poison berries might not have been the best conditions to moonlight in. The resulting interactions were not fun but sue him! Those berries were good~
“Is he seductively talking about berries?? Is that what I’m hearing right now???”
Ok so maybe it was that bad. But still no reason to tie a monkey up!
He voiced his thoughts with a slurred, “ruuuuuuuude” but was only met with a familiar chuckle.
“He’ll be fine bud. Maybe a bit cranky when he wakes up but nothin we can’t handle. We’ll leave him to rest and prep meds for when he’s up to it.”
Macaque bared his teeth and heard a quiet shriek–”Oh Great Sage, please don’t hate us” then yawned and promptly gave way to sleep.
“See bud? TOTally fine!” *smack*