Special Escher & Pants wingfic part 1

Phoenix

Pants and I left the room together. Dubai wasn’t as sweltering as Havana or even Beunos Ares, but I was feeling exceptionally warm. Mrs Pants decided that I “looked hot”. At first I thought she was paying me a compliment, I’m used to these compliments from the ladies, but only for the second before she felt my forehead. Apparently, I actually was mildly feverish. She suggested that Pants take me to their home at once while she took charge of everything else that needed to be done that day.

It seems I was only having hot flashes rather than actually running a fever, but by the time we arrived at their home, I was so exhausted from the up-and-down of my body temperature alone.

Then came the muscle aches. First my abdomen, then over the next several hours, it had all spread across my back. Pants kept tending to me with deep muscle mbumages, herbal teas, nothing at all seemed to help. Then I decided to try and sleep it off.

Big mistake.