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"What are you doing?" You asked between coughs and sniffles, eyes blurry but just focused enough to make out Vox seeming to be writing something on the clipboard in his hands. The TV man was silent but the slight twitch of his expression on his screen and the lowgrade buzzing made it clear to you even in your addled state that he was concentrating hard on something.
"I'm recording your progress so I know just how viciously I need to kill the R&D guys for not making a proper cure for you," he said and showed off his razor sharp teeth in a scowl.
"Vox," you said not sure why you were dealing with this right now; you were too tired, too achey, too sick and too grumpy for this, "I have a cold, I don't expect even your scientists can cure a cold."
"Babe, we can do anything," he said managing that charming smile for a second before seeming to remember what was going in and frowning again, "At the very fucking least you'd think those pencil necks could at least make you feel better."
"Yeah well it could be worse," you answered right before sneezing about fifty times in a row and groaning; you weren't actually sure how it could be though, you felt like crap and now you had an overprotective boyfriend hovering and scheming mass murder because of your runny nose.
But God hates sinners and thus the door to your room burst open, the loud voice of Valentino's whine causing you to wince and pull the covers over your head. "Is she better yeeeeet?!"
"No Val," Vox said not looking up from the clipboard.
"Didn't you give her drugs?"
"I gave her the meds ten minutes ago; she's yet to show any recovery."
"Well why not? Make her better already; I'm horny and I want to fuuuck!"
"Then go fuck one of your whores," Vox said, setting down the clipboard long enough to rub what equated to the bridge of a non-existent nose.
"No," the moth Overlord insisted and pouted, all four arms crossed, "I want to fuck you."
"Then drag Vox off to your room and fuck him there," you piped up from under the covers, "Leave me the fuck alone, you horny moth."
Valentino huffed. "That won't work and you know it, mi amor; he won't leave your side until you're back on your feet, running around causing trouble again."
He made his way over to the bed and plopped down without even asking beside you, one of his wings opening up as you instinctively moved to snuggle up to the dumbass. You started to cough. "Damn, my luck, why he gotta be so clingy, Val?"
"Because he's a pervert."
"Hey!" Vox yelled screen glitching in what was either irritation or embarrassment.
Trouble though always came in threes, and so did the Vees; Velvette came in next, throwing her phone at Vox before climbing in onto the other side of the bed so you were sandwiched between them. The TV man caught the phone of course but looked less than enthused about it. "Velvette..."
"You feeling any better, poppet? Cuz i need you back in the studio asap; those bitches couldn't look good in a dress if it killed them and I am so close to do that," Velvette said to you seeming to either ignore or not notice Vox's complaints.
"Voxxie's useless, she's still sick," Valentino said with a pout, "Now what am I supposed to do, huh?"
"Velvette," you mumbled from under the blanket and she sighed heavily.
She turned to Vox with a less than amused look. "I thought you had your best on this, V."
"I did! Not my fault they're absolutely useless!" Vox said and held up the clipboard, "And I'm trying to monitor her, so if you two could leave and get back to work so I can do that....!"
"You just want her alone so you can do things to her," Velvette said eyes narrowed.
Valentino's eyes widened. "She's sick, Voxxie, you can't do that to our little chica!"
"You, of all sinners, saying that, I feel like I'm gonna drop dead from the utter fucking irony," Vox said with a flat expression on his flat face.
You tried to say something, namely that all of this attention and nonsense was not making you feel better, but you started into a coughing fit instead and that seemed to distract them. Suddenly going from one idiot Overlord fussing over you to having three all checking up on you was a weird feeling, more so knowing these three like you did.
You simply hoped your cold would ease up soon. You weren't sure if you could handle much more of this nonsense.