Voltron (PIDGE)
Prompt from @toosicktoocare
"Hih'hkishi, grrr," Pidge scrubs at her nose roughly with a tissue and tries to focus back on her work. She had all but quarantined herself in her room after the first sneeze. She knew it would be pointless to try and hide a cold where she was sneezing every ten seconds.
"Hih'hkishu," she bangs her hand on her desk when she once again messes up the code because of her sneezing. Someone knocks on her door.
"Combe ind," she says, voice marred by congestion. Lance sticks his head in the door.
"Hey, Pidgey. How ya feeling?" He asks letting himself into her room and taking a seat on her bed.
"The sambe as huh'kishii lasdt timbe you asked," she grumbles. Lance hands her a fresh tissue.
"Bless you, " he says and leans against the wall, looking like he's planning to stay a while. Pidge clears her throat and turns back to her work.
"Heh'kishuu, ugh." Before Lance can bless her again, there's another knock at her door. Shiro sticks his head in, eyebrows pulled together in the way that means he's stressed.
"I know you're not feeling well, but you really need to come check on Green, Pidge," he says. Those words sent a chill through Pidge's body. She gets up, but immediately has to bury her nose into her tissues.
"Hih'hkishi," she doesn't even complain this time, her mind too busy worrying about her lion to be concerned about her cold. She follows Shiro down the halls and into the lion's den. When they get down, she sees what Shiro was talking about. She pauses to aim two sneezes into her tissues before getting closer to Green. She puts the hand not holding her tissues on her lion's side, where she imagined her heart would be. There was nothing. No soft purr or worried grumble. It was like she had just checked out. Pidge frowns and tries to push her worry into Green's mind to wake her up, but she just hits a wall.
"Hih'hkishi...hih'hkishu," she sniffles and runs her tissues under her nose. Not even that got Green's attention.
"Bless you, Pidge," Shiro says coming up beside her and putting a hand on her arm. "I think she's worried about you, like how Blue started playing like a kitten when Lance was sick or when Red wouldn't let Keith pilot her. I think-" he pauses to let Pidge sneeze again. "-bless you, when you get better, she'll probably come back online," he assures her. Pidge nods and coughs into her tissues. Shiro gives her a sympathetic look. She hates it. She doesn't need people feeling bad for her.
"You've had this cold for quite a while now, haven't you?" He asks running a hand through her hair. She shrugs.
"Couple weeks I huh...hih'kshish guess. Sorry," she scrubs at her nose causing the sensitive appendage to turn a delicate shade of pink.
"Bless you. Let's see about getting some cold medicine in you. I'm sure Coran has something somewhere, and then you're going to bed. To rest, not work," he tells her, missing up her hair, much to her displeasure.
Shiro made good on his threat of cold medicine and rest. He and the others took shifts to make sure she wasn't working and after a few days, she was much better. After a final check in by Shiro, they decided to go let Green know that she was in fact better.
"Hey, girl. You can wake up now. I'm all better, promise," everyone waited with bated breath, especially Pidge, but nothing happened. Green was offline. Pidge rubbed the spot under her leg that she liked, but not even that got a reaction out of her. Pidge sniffles a little and presses her hand against her nose.
"Heh'kxtshi, sorry," she says after the half stifle. As soon as the word leaves her mouth, Green's eyes light up and Pidge is flooded with her love and concern. Pidge smiles and laughs, and coughs. Green presses her warm metal face against Pidge.
"I missed you girl, don't do that again, okay?" She says. Green purrs her consent in Pidge's head. When she turns around, everyone is all smiles, glad both that Pidge got better and that Green was back.