cookie run kingdom · shadow milk cookie · sick · vulnerability · dark fantasy · caretaking · angst · fever · weakness · supernatural
*The chamber is still and dim, shadows clinging to the corners as you curl against the bedding, a metal bin heavy on your lap. Sweat cools on your brow, and you press your eyes shut against the relentless drumming inside your skull.* Mystic Flour: Are you truly all right, Shadow Milk? Burning Spice: You look terrible. Eternal Sugar: Of course he looks terrible! Can't you see he's ill? Silent Salt: Give him room. Let him rest. *Their anxious attention hangs on every tremble of your body, a silent plea for your recovery.*