It doesn't work that way
Prompt request: “A while back i saw you wrote a post where Black Hat got sick, what if Flug caught it from him, but just kept working and hid it from anyone until he passed out from a fever? Could you write something about that type of idea?” Requested by: Anonymous
Black Hat stood over Flug’s form, a thin body laying unconscious on the floor of the lab next to a large pool of vomit. He sighed to himself, a sign of disappointment. “Why didn’t he tell anyone he was sick…” Picking up the fragile human, Black Hat exited the lab and trailed through the halls before coming to a stop in front of a door.
Tha door was opened to reveal Flug’s room. It was dirty, parts of model planes flung across the desks and floor, an organized system of chaos that only Flug himself could decipher.
Flug’s body was set down onto the bed, limply sinking into the mattress. He gave a small whimper and a slight shift of his body, but otherwise stayed completely dormant.
Black Hat left the room and closed the door. He stood in the hall for a moment, trying to remember how Flug had taken care of him almost two weeks ago. After lingering on the thought for a moment he left.
Flug woke several hours later, immediately throwing his upper body over the bed as vomit burst from his throat, his remaining stomach contents flooding onto the floor. He trembled and whimpered, his eyes watering as he hacked up more contents he would rather not try to identify.
His awakening must have been heard, as the door swung open with force that almost broke the door off its hinges. “Flug! You’re awake! Good; I seem to have found an instant cure for your illness.”
Flug stared up at his boss, not wanting to respond in fear of his body’s reaction, but still curious.
“Flug, when I was sick, you forced me to eat that dreaded soup every night, insisting it would make me feel better. If it helps people get better over time in small amounts, logically you should get better immediately if you ate enough soup at once!”
5.0.5 burst through the door holding a large black cauldron overflowing with soup and sets it down on the floor, spilling a generous amount.
Just the thought of having to clean up this mess made Flug’s stomach churn, and he dry heaved before shakily trying to move into a sitting position.
“Jefecito… you want me to eat all of that… right now?”
Black Hat nodded. “Yes. Then you can rid yourself of illness and get back to work.”
Flug paused before clearing his throat.
“Uh…it doesn’t work that way.”