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Can I ask for a sequel for the heatstroke one? Either dadsona waking up in the hospital or dads taking care of him after he gets out

Craig; You in the hospital took a toll on him, so when you were discharged he was almost relieved. Almost. The doctor mentioned to him you weren’t fully recovered and that he had to watch over you as much as possible to see if you needed further hospitalization. Craig agreed to this and made adjustments to his schedule, cutting his morning runs a couple minutes short, having a friend take over the softball team for a while and substituting going to the gym with some pull-ups in the doorway and a few extra pushes while Briar and Hazel sat on his back. His full attention was on you. ‘I never knew there’d come a day where Keg Stand Craig would actively take care of someone recovering from a heatstroke.’ You joked as he handed you your medicine. ‘You sure this is the same Craig I went to college with?’ Craig smiled and sat next to you as you took your medicine. ‘The one and only, bro.’ This went on for a few days, and you were surprised at how well Craig managed with the lack of exercise. However, days turned into weeks and you saw that as he sat in your shared bedroom, he would often look out the window longingly as if he were reminiscing his long daily jogs. You noticed this and decided to say something about it. Reaching for his hand, you squeezed it with all your might. ‘Craig, if you wanna go back to exercising and spending time with the kids, I totally understand. I’m sure I can handle myself-’ ‘No, bro.’ He answered firmly. ‘I want to make sure what happened to you that day won’t ever happen again. Even if that means missing a few days of gym.’ ‘Bro, listen to me.You look like you just lost a pet to an avalanche, and I can’t stand seeing my dude like that if I’m sick. I can’t get better if you don’t feel better.’ It took a bit more convincing, but in the end, Craig rested his forehead against yours. ‘Promise you’ll be okay?’ ‘Yeah, man.’ ‘Drink a lot of water.’ ‘Mhm.’ ‘Call me if you don’t feel well again.’ ‘Yep.’ ‘And don’t forget your meds-’ ‘Okay, Craig. I get it. Will you go to the gym now?’ He laughed and stood up, grabbing his water bottle. ‘I’ll be home as soon as I can, bro.’’Try not to almost die like me, bro!’ You called out as he left the house.Hugo; The heatstroke left a silent but painful scar on him, from the moment he found you collapsed on the ground to your discharge several weeks later. Every day during your time in the hospital, he’d turn on the television and watch the latest wrestling matches together, careful not to get you too hyped up as you were still in critical condition. Hugo often asked you if you were feeling alright and suggested calling a nurse when you even felt the slightest uncomfortable. The protectiveness continued even after your discharge. Now juggling work and taking care of his family, Hugo prioritized you and took days off school to make sure you were fine. He had multiple alarms in his phone of the exact time you needed to take your medicine and always made sure that the room wasn’t too hot. It wasn’t just his workload you noticed; it was fairly obvious that he was very affected by your accident and often began sobbing whenever he gave you your medicine, getting flashbacks of the day you got the heatstroke and almost crying in front of you, but to be strong, he simply walked out of the room to let it all out on his own. And you were getting sick of seeing him that way. ‘Alright, time for your afternoon meds. You know the drill, honey.’ Hugo arrived in your room with your pills and a glass of water in hand. His face had a sad smile plastered over it, his eyes a bit puffy. He had definitely choked up a bit before coming here. As he sat down beside you, you grabbed his wrist after he handed you the pills. ‘Hugo, you do believe I’m getting better, right?’ Your question drove him into a mini panic mode. ‘W-What? Why? Are the medicines not working? Should we go back to the hospital?’ ‘No! It’s not that at all!’ You sighed. ‘It’s just that you’re acting like you’re slowly killing me, honey. Like all this medication isn’t doing anything and that I’m going to give out again. Are you alright?’ Hugo stared at you as you downed your medication, taking a seat beside you and putting his head in his hands. ‘Y/N, I care about you so much. You’re one of the first people I’ve felt comfortable being around in a long time.’ He gulped. ‘I didn’t want you to see me so, troubled and I knew it would make you feel worse and-’ You grabbed his hand and forced him to look at you. ‘Hugo Vega. You listen and you listen well.’ You demanded. ‘I don’t give a damn if you cried so much that this room would be filled to the brim with tears if you keep in what you’re feeling, it’s just going to make things worse for the both of us. Don’t you dare think you don’t deserve to feel what you’re feeling around me. I love you, and love includes being honest with one another’s feelings.’ Almost immediately, Hugo began tearing up and buried his face into your shoulder. ‘I just don’t want to lose you…’ ‘You never will.’Robert; While you were in the hospital, Robert was an absolute wreck. He picked up heavier drinking habits and cried to himself, holding on to your pillow in desperate longing. He was missing you so much that when the hospital called to tell him you were free to be visited, he raced over to the hospital and nearly crushed you on your bed. ‘Fuck, kid. I thought you…’ Robert whispered as his tears stained your sheets. He gripped on to you so tightly that you had to ask him to loosen up a bit, as you were still weak and very vulnerable to pain. It took a while, but you were finally discharged, the doctor instructing Robert to let you take your medicine and never stay too long in warm areas. The doctor looked a bit skeptical upon looking at Robert’s rugged appearance and asked if you were sure he was responsible enough to take care of you. You assured him that you were perfectly fine in Robert’s care. To say the recovery process was perfect wasn’t exactly true. Of course, Robert did his best to take care of you, give you your medicines on time and all that. Then again, there were times you missed your medicine and had to take it yourself which involved getting out of bed, which the doctor advised to not do unless necessary. When he remembered that he made you miss your meds, Robert would beat himself up about it to no end. ‘What kind of dumbass am I, huh?’ He put his hands through his hair and sighed in frustration. ‘You deserve so much better than me, Y/N. I wish I wasn’t such a fuck up.’ He repeated multiple self-degrading sentences whenever he forgot to give you your medicine or turn on the air conditioning, and it got to the point where you couldn’t handle seeing him that way. You were simply lying together at night, him wrapping his arms around you gently but protectively as if you were made of glass. ‘Robert, you really shouldn’t beat yourself up over all this. You’re trying, and I really appreciate that.’ You mentioned and snuggled into him. ‘Ah, shit. I can’t help it.’ He groaned. ‘I just…don’t want to see you like that again. It fucking scared me so bad and I thought you were gonna… you know.’ Tears started to well up in his eyes and he began to sniffle, so you held Robert close and wiped away his tears in silence. Neither of you had to say anything, for the comforting silence around you was enough to lull you into serene and calm moods.Joseph; Everybody knew him as the happy go lucky youth minister, the man who always looked on the bright side of things. But once you got hit with the heatstroke and he found you there, nearly dead on the bathroom floor, something in him just broke and he’s hardly been the same. True, Joseph was so utterly happy that you were back, but something about him just seemed off. His once merry blue eyes were now dull and full of fear, fear that the entire thing would happen again, losing you in the process. At night, you’d keep one eye secretly open as Joseph tossed and turned, sometimes getting up and pacing the room. He even looked more awful than you, and he didn’t even have a heatstroke. When you brought this up to Joseph, he denied it at first and insisted that he was perfectly normal. You knew it was a lie, but he seemed to try so hard to prove it was true, going to church again, baking with the kids, but it all seemed too forced. It wasn’t the Joseph Christansen you knew and loved. So you had to confront him again. ‘Joseph, you have to stop this.’ You wrapped your arms around his waist, back hugging him as he poured your medicine. ‘Trying to force yourself to be normal isn’t going to solve anything. It’s only going to make things worse for the both of us.’ Again, he tried denying it. ‘Darling, I’m perfectly fine, see?’ Joseph insisted and put on a fake smile. You glared at his poor attempts. ‘You may trick the neighbors and the kids, but you aren’t fooling me. I know what you’re like when you’re afraid, but I’m here now. I’m getting better, and you’re going to make sure I will, right?’ You explained. He sighed and turned around, giving you a big hug. ‘Y-You’re right. I should be more honest with myself.I’m sorry, Y/N.’ The man sniffed, gripping the bag of your shirt tightly. You squeezed back as tightly as your weak body could muster.Damien; A not so strong hearted man, he wasn’t in the best shape when you woke up in the hospital. In fact, Damien was sobbing on your hospital bed, silently begging for you to wake up when he felt your hand on his head. He pressed a light kiss on your cheek, knowing that you were still in pain and called a nurse. Once you were discharged, Damien turned into your personal butler, delivering all your needs in a flash and making sure you were nice and comfortable as you tried to recover. The thing was, he was trying a bit too hard. You’d catch him with a few tears dripping down his cheeks before excusing himself and running to the next room. Hell, he even refused to sleep in the same bed as you since his body heat might be too much and you’d overheat again. Instead, he settled for the slightly uncomfortable couch in your bedroom, watching you from afar. You looked at him one night, he was settled on the couch, reading a book with a blanket over his legs. His feet dangled over the couch arm. Damien was obviously uncomfortable but was trying to hide it for your sake. You suddenly got so sick of this and decided to speak up.

‘Damien, listen to me.’ The man looked up from his book, smiling as he put it down. ‘What is it, love?’ ‘This, thing you’re doing? This sacrifice?’ You motioned to him on the couch. ‘It’s a little too much, don’t you think? You’re bottling up your emotions again, Damien. It isn’t good for either of us.’ With his eyes widened, he took a big sigh and walked towards you. ‘I’ll admit I’ve been a bit…overwhelming with my ways of caring for you, and I apologize for that. However, I’m only doing what’s best-’ ‘Don’t give me that bull, Damien.’ You groaned. ‘I just want some boyfriend cuddles, damn it.’ He was obviously taken aback by this statement, but from the stubborn (and adorable) tugging of his sleeve, he had to comply with your actual needs. Cuddles. Kisses. Hugs. A lot of them. Mat; Probably the most emotional of the bunch, Mat would full on cry lakes of tears while you were in the hospital. His eyes would be puffy from crying and his throat would be raspy from crying out. It felt like a million years as he waited for you to be stable enough to be seen. But it finally happened; the phone call from the hospital saying he could visit. Mat broke down again when he saw you in the bed, this time showering you with tears and kisses of joy until the nurse had to ask him to back away so you could get some air. Once you were discharged, Mat nearly worked himself to the bone taking care of you. He’d give you all your meals in bed and (often) get your medication on time. There were moments at night when he talked in his sleep, calling out for your name and begging you not to go. When he’d start crying, you’d shake him awake and give him a hug. This lasted a while until you knew you had to do something about it. ‘Mat, what are you most afraid of?’ You blurted out during a movie session, pressing the pause button. ‘Well, losing the people I care about the most.’ He replied uncomfortably as if he knew where this was going. ‘Why?’ You grabbed his chin and forced him to look into your eyes. ‘You know why. I know about the dreams, Mat. Do you not think I’m getting better?’ ‘It’s not that at all!’ He choked up and began to sob. ‘I-It’s just… I…’ He buried himself into your chest, staining your shirt as you patted his back. ‘I’m scared that I’m going to lose you too. In all those nightmares, you’re back on the floor, you aren’t moving, the ambulance doesn’t pick up the damn phone and-’ You chuckled and kissed him. ‘Look at me, Mat. I’m here. I’m alive. And you’re here. That’s all that matters right now.’Brian; He thought of you as his everything, so when he found you nearly dead with his daughter who he thought the world of as well, Brian felt as if his entire universe was shattering to bits. He cried softly as they put you into the ambulance and promised to call when you were stabilized, or if you were… Brian shook that thought off and went to bed. When he was told he could finally visit, he dropped everything and raced to the hospital, to your hospital room and immediately enveloping you into a very much awaited bear hug. ‘I… oh God…you’re okay…’ Brian whispered and held you tightly, releasing you after realizing you probably couldn’t breathe. When you returned, Brian insisted on doing everything for you, cleaning up the house, washing the dishes, taking care of you, just with a snap of your fingers, Brian’s by your side and ready to take care of you. It was sweet at first, but it got to a point where you couldn’t even walk without Brian asking if you wanted to be carried or insisting that you head back to bed. Yes, you were still in pain, but it wasn’t as if you were a pathetic baby, no older than Daisy, who was always in bed and cried when they needed something. ‘Brian? We need to talk.’ You uttered, leaning against the doorway as he did the dishes. He turned around to face you in shock. ‘Y/N? You should be in bed, it’s almost time for your medicine!’ He gasped and grabbed your pills from the cupboard before you walked up and shut it for him. ‘The pills can wait. This is serious, Brian.’ You demanded and sat down on a dining chair. ‘I appreciate what you’re doing, taking care of me and all, but for God’s sake, I can do things on my own. I’m not a child that is just going to break under your touch.’ There was a moment of silence before he nodded and rubbed his neck in embarrassment. ‘Yeah, you’re right. I did go pretty overboard with the nursing, huh?’ He bashfully agreed and helped you off the chair. ‘Dad instincts, eh? You can never shake them no matter who you’re with.’ You nodded and swiped your pills from him, dry swallowing before realizing it was a big mistake without water and quickly searched for a glass. Brian laughed and poured you a glass without panic, handing it to you. ‘Well, I guess my overprotective instincts helped there. Shall I carry you up the stairs, too?’ ‘Brian!’ ‘I’m kidding. Unless you want me to, of course.’((yes im still alive, school’s been rough but sembreak is coming up soon and i promise i’ll go on an answering spree just for you guys!!)) -mod coffee cake

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