Sickness (A TinLamp Story)
Larry hazily opened his eyes at the sensation of a hand flipping his light switch. He sat up, and blinked a few times, before noticing the little spinach can next to him, one hand on his switch, the other on her forehead. She looked extremely pale, as beads of sweat slid down her face.
“Spinach, what's the…” He yawned. “Matter…?”
Spinach Can opened her mouth, and then turned away instantly as she began to throw a very violent coughing fit. Larry’s eyes widened at the witness. He wrapped one arm around her and used his other arm to rub her back comfortingly.
“Spinach! Spinach, breathe!”
Spinach Can let out a final cough, before looking at him with her eyes, which had dark circles around them.
“L-Larry, I-I feel h-hot…”
He looked at her with worry filled in his eyes as he felt her forehead. His hand sprang back as he felt a hot burn.
“Spinach! Your burning up!” He mumbled. He quickly got out of his sleepi