Head cannon for a sick reader
(i don't do HC, but i made this for a sick friend so I’ll share it for the sick baddies who need some comfort :p)
He is a great at taking care of you, I mean he takes care of his grandmama so it makes sense.
He notices something is wrong before anyone else, even if he has not seen you yet, he feels it, like a tug in his chest.
He wonders why he hasn’t seen you today (the day has only started..)
Keeps glancing toward the door, checking his phone, pacing. Keeps checking the entrance, expecting you to walk in any second.
Every time someone else comes in, his shoulders drop a little.
The second someone says, ‘Oh, she is sick today,’ he falls apart. His head snaps up so fast he almost gives himself whiplash.
‘s-sick? w-what kind of… sick?’ Hands immediately shaking.
Z-team tries to calm him, but he is already spiralling, ‘they didn’t l-look good yesterday… w-what if it’s worse?’, ‘did they eat? d-does… do.. they need help? Do they need me?’
Immediately, concerned and cannot stop thinking about you the whole day, he is a nervous wreck, messing up more than usual like walking into glass doors, forgets what he was doing mid-action
But he cannot help it he just gotta know if you are alright.
He keeps muttering your name under his breath like a mantra and Robert is both scared and worried about his friend.
But once it clicks in his head, faster he gets his job done the faster he can go see you: finish fast = get to you faster
He is suddenly locked in, I mean bro is like a water cannon at this point, Z-team watches him blast through things like a fire hydrant on full pressure, “HE IS FOOKING SPEED RUNNING!” “STOP SPITTING EVERYWHERE” “GO WET BOY GO!”
He goes from “nervous wet chihuahua” to “industrial pressure hose”
The moment he gets time to leave he is rushing, Robert actually has to grab his shoulder and go, “Slow down…”, “S-sorry Robert… I-I gotta go… they need me- I m-mean they might need me- I need to- just-please-”
Robert sighs and dismisses him because watching him stress is stressing everyone else.
Heading straight to wherever you are, there are puddles trailing behind him like a sad cartoon raincloud.
If you are at home sick: He is knockin-banging at your door, when you don’t answer fast enough, he is fearing the worse, like you passed out on the kitchen floor or something.
He is just about to break down your door but luckily you groggily open it, you look at him and then the floor where a wet puddle forming.
He is just ecstatic to see you but worry immediately washes over again, he is mumbling all over the place like ‘y-you-can’t…yo-u need rest…bed’
‘Y-you’re alive- I-I mean- y-you’re- oh no y-you look awful- I-I mean beautiful- I-I mean- BED. Now.’
As he says that he picks you up with much ease, now mumbling that you are lighter than usual, that you are gonna starve to death if you do not eat something.
He gently lays you down back in bed, tucking you in, he swipes back your hair and plants a forehead kiss on you.
When you wake up, you see him towering over your bed with food he made himself for you. (and medicine ofc, not sure where he got that though)
He is 100 % feeding you, something about not wasting your energy and that you need to save it for healing. ‘No. N-no. Don’t move. I’ll feed you. Save your strength.’
Why does it feel like you are on your death bed
Expect him to not leave your side, who cares if everything is getting soaked, he promises he will deal with it later for you he just wants to make sure you are okay.
At some point in the night, he ends up sleeping next to you, hugging you close to his chest, whispering your name in his sleep, voice cracked with emotion.
If you are in the hospital, he floods the room the second he arrives. Nurses are screaming. He doesn’t care; he is basically even more of a mess (and wet) than he already is.
Checks your temperature frequently, sometimes by pressing his forehead to yours.
Asks constantly: ‘Are you okay? Do you want water? Do you want soup? Should I fan you? Should I…?’
If you so much as sniffle, he reacts as if you have been shot.
He is holding your hand as you rest in the bed, there is sweet and worried mumbling ‘o-oh p-please be okay’, ‘d-don’t leave m-me’, ‘I-I not going an-anywhere..’
Stays by your side the entire time, fidgeting, chewing lips, hands twiddling, occasionally muttering encouragements to himself.
When doctors assure, you are fine, he breathes out a massive sigh of relief, face buried in your blanket because tears are threatening.
When you are finally recovered, expect this lanky puppy dog to follow you while you do task, doesn’t matter what it is, you are going for a mission? He is begging Robert to let him tag along. You are a dispatch work? He is sitting beside you watching you like a work of art and occasionally, tucks a hair behind your ear because he ‘j-just wants to m-make sure you c-can see properly.’ (Z-team is teasing you big time for that one) (sorry bald Y/N)
Instant water delivery (don’t ask where it is from or maybe ask depends on your freak)
He is cutting fruits for you during break and feeding them to you. (Z-team makes the loudest smooching noises imaginable.)
He looks at you for a moment and then the Z team, like he remembers something, then he gives you a peck on your lips.
Everyone is frozen in shock, amaze and or cheering. Why is Robert smirking like a proud dad. Flambae is wolf whistling something about the wet boy being the man that makes people wet- Sonar and Malevola cheering along the lines, ‘knew he had it in him’- someone kill me.
‘I-I c-can kiss you on the l-lip-mouth now… since yo-you aren’t- are- are not sick anymore…’
Well, well, Mr cool guy appears to be losing his cool today.
He can pretend to be all tough and rational but when he cannot find you anywhere, he is a bit worried.
where is his favourite plaything today? He is looking around the whole half day for you, in the office, meeting room, male restroom... female restroom… He knows you are normally chatting with Malevola during break so where are you right now?
‘Oh you didn’t know they are out of commission today’ Malevola reveals.
‘Why am I not with them? Who is letting them be alone?’, ‘They can’t take care of themselves! I’ve seen them in missions…’
Sonar is suddenly quiet as he stares blankly at Malevola, he then swiftly pulls out his phone seemingly texting something and then calling someone, but she doesn’t get to see/hear because he is walking away.
No one else sees him at work the whole day (except Malevola) and Robert is so done with this team.
If you are sick at home, you hear a knock on the door, you get up and open it, and you are surprised to see an order of your favourite comfort food.
you look around and pick up the meal, taking a look at the receipt you see there is a message on it.
‘You better get well soon, it is boring without you here.’ you had a feeling you knew who this was from.
you smile bringing the food in and heading back to the room, but you get startled, ‘SONAR?! WTF ARE YOU DOING HERE’ you exclaimed. There on the bed spread out like ‘draw me like one of your French girls’ styles,
‘Missed me?’ he asks, voice dripping with faux innocence. He smirks, patting the empty spot on your bed, ‘you thought you could ditch work without me?’
You pinch the bridge of your nose. ‘Sonar, you cannot just break into my house-‘
‘For the record, Malevola open a portal outside the window for me so technically its not breaking and entering.’
You can only laugh and shake your head, you try to convince him to go to work but he ain’t budging from the spot.
‘Not leaving,’ he states matter-of-factly. ‘Try to make me.’ And ‘Come on. You’re sick. I’m morally obligated to help.’
You are too weak to argue right now, and he knows it.
Sonar has already made himself at home,he stands back up shoes off, jacket tossed over your chair, ears twitching every time you cough or sniffle.
In the end, he ends up in his underpants
He immediately slips in after you, not even pretending to give you space. Before you can protest, his arm wraps around your waist, pulling you flush against him. ‘Relax. I’m not gonna bite you… not when you’re like this.’ (WHAT)
He smells like crisp night air and something faintly sweet, cologne or maybe just him.
‘You’re burning up,’ he mutters against your shoulder. His voice drops, softer than you’ve ever heard it. ‘Why didn’t you tell me you were this sick?’ (don’t think you are burning up for that reason…)
Cuddled under the sheets with you as you watch some shows or movies, he is definitely more affectionate than usual, not that you were complaining, it was a side he rarely showed since he likes acting all cool.
he falls asleep first but his grasp on your side does not falter, there is mumbling in his sleep something along the lines of, ‘you are the one for me’ and ‘don’t make me worry like that again’
Man if only he is always this cute, but you’ll savour it, you think as you get comfortable and sleep alongside him.
If you are in the hospital, Sonar appears the moment he finds out (thanks again malevola), he has takeout and flowers in his hands when he arrives.
He bursts into the room, eyes scanning you from head to toe, lips pressed into a worried line, ears twitching. Even his tail (if visible)(yes me thinks he has smol tail) gives tiny, anxious flicks.
When he sees you in the hospital bed, his expression shifts instantly: worry, disbelief, and the slightest pout, like he’s offended the universe allowed this to happen.
he sits beside the bed, and he lays his head in your lap. He is asking a lot of questions, ‘are you okay?’, ‘ what did the doctors say?’, ‘do you need anything else?’, ‘ I can feead you if you want.’, ‘are you feeling hot I can help remover your clothes-‘
When you let out a weak cough his eyes grow more concern, he moves in closer, head on your chest now… you have never seen him so… whats the word… docile?
You lift your hand and start patting his head, something he never really lets you do, his fur is soft and nice, comforting to you.
he grumbles something about how he will let it slide this one time as he kinda? Purrs? At your touch.
He keeps nudging closer, resting against you more like a protective hound. Occasionally, he presses his cheek to your arm or shoulder, as if he can physically absorb your pain by proximity.
He fusses over details like, adjusting your pillow to the perfect angle, pulling the blanket up higher over your feet, checking your IV line, water, and comfort supplies repeatedly and quietly wipes (licks????) a bead of sweat from your forehead.
When the doctor arrives, he is in full “bodyguard mode”, hovering, asking all the questions you didn’t even think to ask, clearly nervous but trying to stay composed.
Every answer from the doctor is met with internal tension. When the doctor finally says you are fine, relief floods his body.
If you drift off mid-conversation or nap, he carefully adjusts you under the blankets, tilts your head slightly for comfort, and lays down beside you, staying close but careful not to smother.
He occasionally mutters sleepily when he thinks you are not listening, ‘I’ll always be here… always…’, ‘Don’t scare me like that again… you hear me?’
When you return to work, Sonar seems normal at first, cool, collected, impeccably dressed as usual but there is a subtle difference. His eyes are always on you, scanning for the smallest sign of fatigue or discomfort.
On missions, he refuses to let you lift a single finger. The moment you reach for a weapon or try to intervene, he is already a step ahead, neutralizing threats with one precise, efficient move. He straightens his tie mid-action, giving you a small, smug glance.
‘uh sonar…?’ you looked at him confused but he just walks away.
As a dispatcher, small gestures make your day easier without you even realising it. Notice you are running low on tissues? Suddenly, several packets appear neatly at your desk. See your coffee mug empty? A fresh one materialises as if by magic. Notices someone interrupting your workflow? Sonar steps in subtly, handling it before you even notice, always protecting your focus.
How does he know? Was he watching you this whole time?
you confront him, ‘Sonar were you watching me the whole day?’ you ask smirking, he only blushes and looks away, ‘ugh shut up.’ That was all he said.
Expect flowers, treats and random gifts at your desk, you are extremely confused by his behaviour (like a cat bringing rats to their owner…)
Even the Z-Team notices subtle changes in him and it is freaking them out a little, (except Malevola who is being his personal cheerleader) he hovers near you just a little more, how he smiles softly at your jokes, makes sure your chair is pulled out or your desk is tidy.
When you finally pause and look at him again, his expression softens, almost sheepish, “I… just… don’t like seeing you tired.”
Insert Z-team teasing Sonar here.
