V stretched slightly, awakened by a small nudge in her side. She turned her yellow oval eyes to her girlfriend lying next to her. The worker's expression looked slightly tired and sickly.
"Uzi, are you okay?" Disassembler was worried.
“No. Not really," Uzi admitted honestly.
V looked at the worker suspiciously. "Did you catch the virus?"
The emo drone covered her mouth with her palm and coughed. "Well, cough I guess so."
Disassembler picked up Uzi. "Let's go, let's not wake N up."
The worker gave in easily, clinging slightly to V. Disassembler took Uzi into the living room and put it on the sofa, and she began rummaging through the drawers in search of an antivirus. After a couple of minutes, she finally found a small USB stick with the antidote. V sat down next to Uzi and brushed away a lock of her hair, opening the USB port. She carefully inserted the USB drive into the port, and the worker immediately felt how she was getting better. Uzi went limp in the hands of the disassembler when she took out the drive.
"Now, it's just a matter of waiting," V said, kissing her girlfriend on the visor.
Uzi kissed her back, falling asleep. In response, disassembler hugged the worker tighter, Enjoying her sleepy breathing and also sinking into sleep.
N woke up alone in bed. Looking around, he didn't see either the Uzi or the V. Disassembler got out of bed and headed towards the living room. There he saw his girls sleeping in each other's arms. He took a blanket lying on the bed and brought it into the living room, lay down next to Uzi and V and covered everyone with a blanket. He kissed both of his girls affectionately and hugged them.
So they fell asleep, warming each other with their warmth. The next day, Uzi did not have the slightest reminder of the disease.