How about one where Hunter Luz and Vee are being looked after by Camila maybe hunter would be sick
(I'm using the same AU I made for "Advice During Kombat." And, again, any of you are more than welcome to borrow this AU)
Camila walked over to her stove, shutting it off and lifting the lid off a pot on top of one of the stove's burners. Grabbing a spoon from the drawer, she scooped up some of the pot's soup, tasted it, and gave an affirmative 'Hm.'
Just then, the doorbell rang, prompting Camila to sprint over to the front door. Standing on the other side was Hunter, who looked just as tired as he usually did.
"Hunter!" Camila exclaimed with glee, "I'm glad to see you! Come on in!"
She grabbed the teen by the arm, pulling him in through the living room and all the way into the kitchen.
"Hold that thought and put this on," Camila urged, flinging a face mask over to Hunter.
"Well, Luz and Vee are sick," Camila explained as she started to fill two bowls with soup, "For now, my job has been dedicated to feeding them my mother's famous cure-all soup and all the other proper nutrients and medicine two teen girls would need. Meaning that I shouldn't, at all costs, risk getting sick. Because if I get sick, then who's going to take care of them?"
"So you're risking the health of their friend. Got it," Hunter dryly commented, putting the mask on.
"Lo siento, querido," Camila apologized as she sat the bowls onto a tray, "But my babies need me, and I swear that I'll pay you back after."
"Fine," Hunter sighed. He took the tray of the soup and carefully made his way up the stairs into Luz and Vee's room, open by just a crack. Kicking it open, he saw Tweedle Dumb and Tweedle Dweeb laying on their respective beds, both beyond groaning with misery.
"Mami?" Luz moaned, "Is that you?"
"Nope, it's Hunter," the boy announced, setting the tray down on the bedside table.
"Oh. Great," Hunter could practically hear the eye-roll from Luz, "You didn't spit in my food, did you?"
"Aw, man, I should have! Ah well. Live and learn."
He passed one bowl over to Vee, lying on the bottom bunk, and then lifted the second one up to Luz, who took it with skepticism on her top bunk.
"So, how did this even happen?"
"Luz got us sick," Vee answered, her voice hoarse.
"No, I got myself sick," Luz corrected. "You were the one who refused to sleep on the couch and chose to share a room with a sick person."
"It was mine first! Besides, a sick baby takes priority over a sad one. Tell her, Hunter."
"I wish I could, but I better head out before I get sick too," Hunter chose to reply as he turned on his heel and left with the tray. "Get well soon."
"You didn't actually spit in my soup, did you?"
"...Bye~!" Hunter waved off, closing the door halfway as he exited the room.
By the time Hunter made it back into the kitchen, Camila was already searching through cabinets.
"What are you looking for?" he asked.
"I'm searching for the cold medicine," Camila told him, "You don't mind continuing to help, do you? I could use the extra pair of hands."
"Better than being home," Hunter shrugged, thus getting the mother's attention.
"...Why are you here anyways, if you don't mind me asking?"
Hunter, on his part, let loose a long dragged-out sigh as he placed the tray aside.
"My uncle is being a major...d-word again."
"Thank you for not swearing."
"No problem. Now, when my uncle gets like that, it's best to get as far as possible until the heat dies down. Even if it's playing nurse to two idiots. No offense."
"Hm..." Camila walked to her purse, currently on the kitchen table, and pulled out her wallet.
"You should probably go. I don't want to actually risk you getting sick," Camila took out a dollar bill and held them out for Hunter. "Here. For your troubles."
"Oh, no, I couldn't," he shook his head, then seeing that the amount she was giving him. "Especially when it's twenty bucks you're just handing over."
"You sure? Because this is enough to buy ice cream from the Dairy Palace."
"Sure, the lines are long, and you'll be there for quite a while, but it's worth it to taste that sweet, cold goodness."
"..." Slowly, and somewhat hesitantly, Hunter reached over to take the twenty dollars. "Thank you, Ms. Noceda."
"Mom!" Vee called, "Luz is slurping her soup!"
"It's soup! It's made for slurping!"
"Welp, better go," Hunter said, already heading for the door. "Sorry to leave you with that."
"Eh, it's fine. It's the job of a mother, after all."
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