Hello there!! I was wondering if you could write a little something for the bad batch (+echo) with a reader who works with the group, and ends up getting sick and how the bad batch would react? Please and thank you!!
Welp, here’s my first piece of actual writing in a while. Sorry for the inactivity! Hope this fits to your standards!! I didn’t mean to rush it at the end, but I was literally falling asleep while finishing up the prompt sooo,, xD I didn’t want to make too many mistakes while I half asleep-ily typed it out.
They told you that you were going to get sick. They told you. But you didn't listen. You insisted that you could take the cold and continue on with your walk that rainy night. But the truth was that when you woke up the next morning, you felt horrible. And that's where you are now. Laying on your back, looking up at the ceiling, struggling to breathe through your stuffy nose. Your head hurt and your mouth was all dry. But you still tried to swallow anyway, which hurt, but it was a start to your day either way.
Dragging yourself out of bed, into a sitting position, your warm feet make contact with the harshly cold metal floor. Sending a chill up your spine as you stand. Stretching your arms out, fully feeling the consequences of your drained energy at the moment.
So some tea sounded great to you. Blinking slowly, you walk out of your room, heading to the kitchen. Not even noticing when Tech had greeted you. It all sounded like white noise before you got something to ease this discomfort.
You stopped to get a mug, then you filled it with water and put it in the microwave, turning on and just watching the glow. Motionless. The hum almost putting you to sleep. Your eyes fall closed without you really making a conscious decision to let them do so.
Hunter looks over your frame with a worried expression, watching you sway back and forth was never a good sign, but the fact that you haven't said a single thing since you came in worries him even more. You haven't even acknowledged the fact that there are other people in the kitchen. You are just sitting in front of the microwave. Silently.
"(Y/n)?" He prompts gently, sipping on his kaff as he sat at their counter. But he got no answer.
The microwave, though, dings in response. Which makes you jump slightly before you opened the door. Dipping your tea bag into the hot water.
It wasn't super quality tea, but it was at least something.
You take your cup and shuffle your way towards the counter, sitting on the stool beside Hunter, to where you closed your eyes and leaned against him. Setting the cup against your lips as you breathe in the scent. Enjoying the warmth you're getting from both sources.
Hunter raised an eyebrow, watching you sip away at the warm liquid, "Are you alright?"
You looked up at him, (e/c) eyes hazed over with a tired tint, blinking a couple times as you processed his question. "Ah, yes. I'm fine." You smile at him, but you couldn't help how rough your voice sounded, which made you wince. Apparently you hadn't drunk enough tea yet.
So you look back down at the cup, sucking all the warmth from Hunter's side and just close your eyes. And be for a moment.
The Sergeant considered for a moment, what to do, but he knew that you weren't planning on doing anything challenging at the moment. Since you here hunched against him. So he just left you alone. Figuring that his brothers would pull answers out of the (h/c) haired member.
Somehow, right on time, Tech sits across from you and poked your nose.
"What's up, Tech?" Was your lazy reply. You hadn't even opened your eyes.
"You're sick." He states blandly. A displeased look upon his features.
"Not sick." You mumble, lips still set on the rim of your mug. "Just having a slow morning."
The small clone just hums, eyes narrowing dangerously at you. But he doesn't press. He just sits there. Crossing his arms with a frown on his features.
You peek one (e/c) eye open. Smiling lightly at his somewhat pouting face. But you close your eyes again and just continue to sit there. Knowing that he can't prove shit-
Well, that is, until you begin coughing.
Covering your face with your arm, you tuck your nose into your elbow, coughing and coughing. It became more of a wheeze as you sniffed. Smiling extremely nervously.
"Not sick my ass." You heard Crosshair mutter from the corner of the room. He had been curiously watching, as he usually does, but now he's pissed.
You never take good enough care of yourself.
"Come on, Cross." You grin. Meeting his piercing golden eyes, voice a teasing tone. "If you're so worried why don't you put me to bed yourself?"
That made the sniper roll his eyes, letting out a huff. But he didn't respond.
He had just walked into the room, your coughing drew him in, his motherly nature not letting him let the fit of wheezing go without confrontation.
His arms were crossed firmly over his chest, his honey eyes locked onto your (e/c) ones. He wouldn't break the eye contact as he quirked a brow. Shifting his weight all onto one foot, popping his hip to the side. He speaks softly. "I will put you to bed then."
You open your mouth to protest, but Wrecker makes his way into the kitchen, greeting his more frail brother by patting the top of his head lovingly. He looks at his other batchers, making a smile grow on his lips, he waves at you with a grin. Wrapping his arms around your shoulders he squeezes you tight.
Lifting you off the stool slightly, he holds you close against his chest. "Morning, (Y/n)!" The giant cheers.
Echo laughs, shaking his head at his large friends antics. A flash of mischief crossing his features. "Hey, Wrecker. (Y/n) is sick and obviously isn't taking care of themselves. So why don't you help me out and take them back to their room as I have Cross make some food for them? And Tech. You get something like a movie to keep them entertained. Hunter. Some blankets and comfy things, hm?" He claps his hands together.
Wrecker agrees easily, lifting into a bridal style carry, keeping you pressing softly into him. Carrying you back to your room. He opens the door and lays you down on your bed. Gently brushing some hair out of your face.
You sat on the bed, arms crossed, bottom lip poked out and petty mode turned on.
But when he touched you so gingerly you couldn't help but give into his sweet intentions.
Echo comes in with your tea, Hunter following with more pillows and blankets, helping you get situated and comfy with all of them. Tech trots in with a show he probably illegally downloaded. He set it up on a holoprojector and hit play, found himself getting comfy by your legs though, and when he closed his eyes he was out.
Echo gave you your tea. Smiling as he pat your head. Curling up near your waist, arms around you, cuddling warmly. He props his head up on a pillow and your stomach to watch the show.
Wrecker settled himself on your left side, beside the bed, leaning his head into the matress. He was content looking.
Hunter found himself sitting beside you on the bed, scooting close, to let you use him as a pillow again. You lean your head on his shoulder, and he leans his ontop of yours. Watching the screen with little interest, but he kept still, nonetheless.
After a while, Crosshair came into the room. Carrying a plate of food. But he found you all asleep, curled up together. He couldn't help but smile at the wholesome sight. He set the food down on the table beside your bed, and gently took your mug out of your slack hands, and did away with it.
Laying a kiss on the crown of your head. He sighed. "You should let us take care of you more often."
