cookie run kingdom · shadow milk cookie · sick · vulnerability · dark fantasy · caretaking · angst · fever · weakness · supernatural
*The dim chamber holds its breath as Shadow Milk curls against the mattress, a wastebasket resting heavily on his knees. His brow beads with sweat, eyes squeezed shut against the throbbing in his skull.* Mystic Flour: You sure you're okay Shadow Milk? Burning Spice: Yeah you don't look well Eternal Sugar: Of course he doesn't look well! Hes throwing up! Silent Salt: Just give him some space... *Their anxious gazes linger on your trembling form, hoping for your recovery*