I got back into writing because someone requested a hurt/confirt Amity centric fic. Thank you, Anon, for helping me get back into the writing game. Anyways, here's the fic.
Summary: Amity feels like she needs to prove herself in the human realm and ends up getting drained because of overusing magic. Luz takes care of her makes it known that she doesn't need to prove herself to anyone.
It had been almost two months in the human realm. Everyone was still settling in and making sure to rest, as they found out that using magic tires them out easily when using it too much. That was everyone except Amity.
She saw how desperate Luz was to get the portal fixed and on many nights, Luz confessed to Amity when cuddling, how guilty she feels that she can’t find a way to get the witches home. So Amity made sure to do everything in her power to help. When it would be raining, she would be outside or in the cabin, researching. When everyone would be going on human realm adventures, she would stay behind and test things out. Usually, if someone was feeling drained from using too much magic, they would rest for the day. Not Amity though.
One day when they were in the cabin, trying to build a new portal, Luz noticed a few things off with Amity. When she would float an object over, the object and her hands would shake tremendously. Her face was super pale with eye bags and she would wince whenever she would have to use harder spells. Luz decided to ignore it for now.
When the portal was almost finished, Amity was using a bit of abomination goo to keep the portal stable. It was their only stability they had for it. They actually had a good chance of it working but her vision began to blur and she started to feel dizzy. She tried to push through it and keep the abomination goo stable but her body really didn’t like that. The whole world went fuzzy before she felt herself begin to sway.
“Amity? Are you okay? You don’t look to well,” Luz worried, putting a hand on Amity’s shoulder.
“M… fffine-” She slurred out before collapsing into Luz’s side.
“Sweet potato!” Luz yelled with concern as she caught her unconscious girlfriend and sat down with her in her lap.
“What happened?!” Hunter ran over with concern with the rest of the Hexsquad. They had just seen Amity faint and were worried.
“I don’t know! She just passed out!”
Hunter had medic training so he was the one to ask “what happened” to. He looked over her and put a hand to her forehead. It was searing hot but her face was pale. He checked her pulse, which was thankfully normal.
“Fever, pale face, eye bags, normal pulse…” He muttered her symptoms under his breath.
“Luz, when was the last time Amity took a day off. And I don't just mean to sleep, I mean a full day,” He asked.
“I-I don’t know! I don't think she ever did!” Luz was still panicking.
Hunter sighed, now knowing exactly what the diagnosis would be.
“She drained herself. Probably used too much magic with little to no break,” He concluded before standing up.
“Will she be okay? I remember she got drained once when we were kids and it was really bad,” Willow asked in a worried tone. It was pretty bad when they were witchlings. Amity couldn't keep anything down, ran a very high fever, could barely move, wouldn't be able to sleep but would pass out when doing anything strenuous, and had major coughing fits that left her lips blue and face paler.
“She’ll be feeling sick for a day or two. Its a lot worse for witchlings though,” Hunter said.
“You guys keep working, I’ll take care of her. She did the same for me when i was sick,” Luz said before picking up the unconscious girl's bridal style and carrying her back to the house.
Luz explained the situation to her mom before carrying her upstairs to the bedroom and laid her down on her cot. The girl whimpered when Luz was about to leave the room, as if she could tell she would be alone.
“I’ll be back soon, Mi amor,” She whispered before leaving. She came back in a minute with a water bottle, a cold and wet washcloth, and pajamas in case Amity would want to change.
The purple haired girl began to stir as Luz put the washcloth on her forehead, to try and lower the fever.
“Mm… L..uz?” She slurred, not entirely knowing as exactly where she was or what was happening.
“I’m here, Batata, do you need anything? You fainted,” Luz explained, holding the girl’s hand.
“M cold…” was all she said. She couldn't really remember anything a few minutes prior but knew something bad happened. Though, since she was feeling extremely tired, she really didn't feel like getting all worked up over not remembering something.
“I brought you some pajamas, if you want to change into them? I’ll step out,” Luz offered.
“I don’t… think I can move… much. Bones feel… tired,” She mumbled sleepily.
“Yeah, you might be feeling very fatigued. I could… uh.. Help you change into them. But not if you’re uncomfortable with it!” Luz suggested. She didn’t want Amity feeling unsafe or uncomfortable.
“I don’t mind you seeing… thanks,” Amity said. Luz began to change her into nice warm jammies. It surprisingly wasn't that awkward. They were becoming more comfortable with each other’s bodies recently but it could still be awkward at times.
“Sweet potato,”
“Hm?” Amity mumbled.
“You don’t have to prove yourself to me, you know. You can take breaks, I don’t see you as being weak,” Luz explained. She knew Amity often had a mindset that if she wasn't good enough, she'd be treated badly. Luz really wanted to get her into some sort of therapy on the boiling isles as she knew it could later cause eating disorders, self-harm, and even suicide, but before they could even get it all sorted out, the day of unity was coming up close and they didn't have time for it.
“Please promise me that you’ll take care of yourself more? You’ve been taking care of me and worrying about me more than you do yourself. You don’t just have to be “Luz’s protective girlfriend”. Its fine if you need to be vulnerable,” She said, squeezing her hand. (I hate how Amity’s whole personality was mainly Luz’s girlfriend in season 3. She deserved more backstory and angst!)
“I promise, Luz.” The sick girl squeezed her hand back, “now, come ‘ere. I wanna cuddle,” Amity tried her best to reach her hand up to pull Luz down but barely even grazed her. She was yearning for physical affection from Luz.
“Okay, okay, I’m coming,” Luz moved the covers over a bit and laid down with her. Amity dug her face into Luz’s chest (in a non-sexual way) as Luz spooned her. Luz fixed the washcloth on her forehead and kissed her head.
