Muddy Rain Part 3
To the person who requested a Part 3, I am doing yours for Part 4 because I already had this one half written when I got your request. Thank you for that, I will get it done within the next few days.
@shydragonrider Thank you for the nice tags in the reblog, here is your Part 3.
Part 1, Part 2
Warnings: feverish character, tylenol, delirium, hallucinations, implied family member's death (from hallucination), but really its all fluff
*not edited*
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Hero woke with a jolt, instinctively pushing away from the body below her. She didn't realize that she had fallen asleep on Supervillain, but the still figure, other than the rise and fall of his chest, didn't seem to mind.
But still, as much as her body screamed at her to get comfortable and go back to sleep, she stood up and went to grab the thermometer.
She carefully dropped Supervillain's limp jaw and slipped the end of it under his tongue. His eyes flickered open for a moment, before rolling backwards again, head drooping towards the side.
Hero followed his movement, still holding the thermometer steady until it beeped, long and foreboding.
104.
Oh crap.
Hero rushed towards the medicine cabinet and grabbed a bottle of tylenol, shook a couple pills out, and ran back to Supervillain. She coaxed the pills into his mouth, rousing him slightly, and rinsed them down with some water.
He was completely out again before the last bit of water seeped down his throat. Hero had to rub the front of his throat to make sure he didn't choke.
When that feat was done, she carefully laid Supervillain's head on the pillow and stroked his bangs out of his face. She sighed and cupped his boiling cheek. Poor guy, so sick and miserable.
She took some more damp cloths and wiped the sweat of his face, gingerly like a cat grooming its kitten. Supervillain let out a weak groan, fingers twitching though Hero couldn't help but assume that it was due to him enjoying the relief.
"Okay bud," Hero cooed, shaking his shoulder to wake him. "Try to wake up for me, okay? I'm going to reheat some soup I made yesterday."
Supervillain's eyes blearily blinked open as his forehead crunched together in contemplation. He looked up at Hero, dazed beyond comprehension. She pondered whether or not it would be safe to feed him, but then remembered how dehydrated and starved he was when she found him.
So she sat Supervillain up, propped him with a stack of pillows, and gently tapped his cheek for fever dragged him back under once again.
"Come on," Hero begged silently, waiting for his eyes to open, but between restless sleep and her consist prodding, he was too exhausted to do much.
"Okay," she sighed and defeat and went to reheat the thick broth she made on the stove.
After ten minutes, she returned with the liquid, steaming and warm, and once again tried to wake Supervillain.
She prevailed, his glassy eyes cracking open, though his head flopped to the side completely limp like a ragdoll. She smiled and hopped into bed, tucking herself behind his body and wrapping her arms around his body. He instantly fell back into her, head lolling uselessly on her shoulder. He was getting worse by the second.
Hero grabbed the bowl in one hand and carefully spooned the chicken flavored broth- not that Supervillain had the ability to taste- into his ill striken mouth. He weakly gurgled, choking ever so slightly, as half-lidded eyes widened in panic.
"It's okay, shh," Hero purred, tipping Supervillain's head backwards to help him swallow. His muscles complied, but that simple, instinctual movement seemed to take all the gumption out of him.
"Again," Hero ordered in a sweet voice. He moaned, complained and protested in the smallest way, but parted his lips.
"Good boy," Hero delicately rubbed his good shoulder. He sighed and leaned deeper into her embrace.
Hero smiled and put the bowl to the side, content that he ate at least something, no matter how miniscule it was.
"M-mom," Supervillain suddenly croaked. Hero looked down at his wet head. "Mom," he cried louder, chest shuddering.
"Yeah, yeah honey," Hero replied, playing along with his little fantasy his delirious mind was making up.
Supervillain sniffled. "I-i am scared," he whimpered. "I don't want the doctor."
Hero furrowed her eyebrows, unsure of what to say, so she just said, "Don't worry, everything will be okay."
But would it?
"Will it hurt?" He asked softly, trying his hardest to look up at Hero.
"Will what?" Hero inquired.
"Stitches," he whispered. "Mommy?"
"Yes?"
"Could you sing for me?" Supervillain rasped. "Our song."
Oh uh...
"Can you remind me which one?" Hero asked, desperately hoping that she knew the song.
"The Duck Song," Supervillain murmured. "Please."
Hero stifled a chuckle, imagining how old Supervillain thought he was currently. But, her ward's requests couldn't be ignored, so Hero, very softly sang The Duck Song.
"The duck walked up to the lemonade stand, and he said to the man running the stand. Hey! Bum, bum, bum... have any grapes?"
By the time she sang the first few sentences, Supervillain was already drifting off again. But before he completely fell back into his feverish slumber, he whimpered,
"Please don't leave me Mom. Please."
Tears welled up in Hero's eyes. She grabbed his cold hands and squeezed them until they warmed up.
"It'll all be okay hun," Hero whispered as she fell back against the pillows, hugging the unconscious supervillain tightly, but not too tightly to avoid irritating his broken ribs.
Eventually Hero also fell asleep as well, soothed to sleep by Supervillain's slow and deep breathing.