Morty lay awake in his bed, his clock reading 3:05 in the morning. It was his night off his adventures with Rick, but he was awoken by the nightmare he just witnessed.

Morty had been running at Rick's side, heart racing like there was no tomorrow. An alien was chasing them and was hot on their heels. Morty didn't know why, Rick probably committed a thievery, but this alien was angry and didn't seem to be stopping soon.

It wasn't until Morty and his grandfather were cornered that the alien stopped. Rick had muttered something Morty was unable to understand, but the alien's voice rang clearly.

"I wouldn't have chased you so much if I knew what the boy's heart looked like."

Morty stared at the alien in disbelief. "Wha-what do you mean by that?" I stuttered.

But the alien began to disapparate, and before Morty could see what Rick was doing, he jolted awake in his bedroom, his pulse ringing in his ears. It was 12 in the morning.

Since then, Morty was awake and stared at the dark room thinking about the words of the alien. His chest had been hurting for the past week or so, and sometimes he felt as if it fluttered in its rhythm. Perhaps his subconscious was trying to tell him something. Perhaps it's a sign that something was wrong with his heart. Worry made him start to panic.

He thought about telling his mother or father, but he feared worrying them or even worse, making his father say it's Rick's fault. He also considered telling Summer, and she'd probably press him to see the doctor, which would lead to his parents knowing whether by Summer telling them or Morty being pressured to let them know what's going on.

And then there's Rick. Morty considered Rick to be a random shot. He could do nothing, or he could try to find a cure himself. He could randomly let it slip in front of his parents, or he could tell him everything's fine.

Everything's not fine and Morty knew it, but if there's anyone he could take the risk with, it was Rick.

He pulled himself out of his bed and walked to Rick's bedroom. Fortunately the old man was awake.

"Out." He ordered.

"Rick I-I need to tell you something." Morty mumbled.

Hearing his voice, Rick spun around in the revolving chair he sat in.

"Jesus Morty, what are you doing up? Don't you hibernate or something when I don't take you to our adventures?"

Morty played with his fingers nervously before he finally admitted his worries. "Rick, I had a dream."

"A dream, that's all it was Morty. A dream" Rick swung back on the blueprints he was working on.

"No Rick, let me finish. In my dream, we were running from this alien monster thing and he said he wouldn't have chased us if he knew what my heart looked like."

Rick turned his attention back to his grandson, interest piping up in his eyes. "Go on," he pressed.

"Well I asked him what he meant but he disappeared and I woke up. My heart was beating very fast and it took a while for it to calm down."

"So it wasn't a dream, it was a nightmare," Rick concluded.

"No Rick! I-the alien said what my heart looked like, but he didn't say how it felt like. Lately it's been feeling like it wants to explode. My chest hurts sometimes and my heart...well my heart has been feeling different."

"It's probably all the junk food you eat every day. From the diet you have, I'll be surprised you make it past 35."

"But what if it's my subconscious or something trying to tell me something is wrong. I need to know!"

"So why are you telling me this? Your parents are in the other room."

"Because, you're the only one I can trust right now. If it gets worse, I'll tell them, but right now I want to ask you to take me to the doctor's. Can you do that for me?"

"Wait, right now?"

Morty nodded, looking away in shame. Rick blinked, but he pushed himself off the chair and walked out of the room grumpily.

"Let me get my ship keys," he yawned.

Morty smiled, and before he knew it, he was in Rick's ship watching the city go by as they flew to the nearest clinic.

"Is there any cure for his condition?" Rick urged.

The doctor shook his head. "I can only prescribe him medications to help him out, but I'm afraid I can't help beyond that."

Rick looked down at his hands, regret unusually gripping at him.

"It's a good thing you brought him in now," the doctor reassured. "Any later and it would've gotten worse."

When Rick didn't reply, the doctor continued. "He will be fine, so long as he doesn't do anything strenuous of the heart and comes back for regular monitoring."

The doctor handed Rick some paperwork about Morty's treatment before sending him off to receive the pills prescribed to him. Morty was waiting outside and joined him on the walk across the hallway to the pharmacy.

"So they found out something was wrong with my heart huh?" he mused bitterly.

"Yeah," Rick answered curtly.

"So does this mean no more adventures?" Morty mewed.

Rick stopped in his tracks, surprising Morty as he crashed onto him.

"No kid, we're going on adventures, but we're going to take it easy from now on. You'll also tell me when your heart starts feeling funny, alright?"

Morty stared at his grandfather with an eyebrow raised. Rick noticed how out of character he was being and pushed out his familiar attitude he knew Morty loved.

"Fucking piece of shit burden," he grunted before he ruffled Morty's hair and walked away to Morty's familiar "Hey!"

A/N: Another ficccccccccccc

I had this idea because personal reasons, but I chose Rick and Morty because it's fun and I like making them both suffer.

Couple things about this fic: I don't know where it's going and most chapters are in Morty's not in first person point of view except for the last one for an ending I think you'll all enjoy!

Being educated is busy, so if any of you decide to follow, expect irregular updates!

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