A/N: Hello, everyone! It's great to have you here. :)
I'm wanted to write something like this for quite awhile, now. I have When We Can't Say More for my Lab Rats snips, but I wanted one for Mighty Med, too.
An important note: This collection won't just be drabbles. If I feel like drabbling (and I probably will) then there will be drabbles. There will also be randoms like this first one, not short enough to be a drabble, but not long enough to be a one-shot. In connection, if I have a snip that goes longer, then I might still shove it in here, or I might post it separately as its own fic.
Oh, also, this fic probably won't be updated for a bit. It's very close to NaNoWriMo, after all, and during that time (mostly) nothing will get updated. This story will be continued, I promise, just not right away. :)
Episode: None. Set first season sometime.
Rating: K+
Warnings: Mentions of depression
Inspiration: Nothing really concrete. I don't know why, precisely, but in my head-canon, Oliver struggles with mental health. Actually, I guess the low self-esteem and (highly exaggerated for the sake of drama, but real) anxiety are pretty good indicators, now that I think about it. Anyway. That's where this snip came from. I wanted to see Kaz help him through it, somehow, and this was what appeared.
And now that you've read through the intro that's basically as long as the story, know that I like reviews like Garfield likes lasagna, and be the reason someone smiles today. :)
Kaz usually bounced through doorways, into new places. It was how the staff of Mighty Med were used to seeing him come in, trailed more slowly by his best friend. Kaz usually grinned at being back, and Oliver usually just smiled quietly at his best friend's enthusiasm.
That was what usually happened, it was normal, and today, that was what was missing.
Kaz dragged into Mighty Med, movements heavy, a frown on his unusually sober face. He didn't look around, and greet the superheroes there, didn't hold any of the satisfaction that usually characterized his entrances. He just went straight to find Horace, not noticing anything else around him.
Kaz waved away Horace's cheerful and over-enthusiastic greeting. "We need the day off," he said bluntly. "Oliver's not doing well."
The smile slid off of Horace's face. He knew what Kaz was talking only because the possibility had been explained to him, but this was the first time it had actually happened. "Of course," he replied, quietly. "Take as long as you need."
The ghost of a smile slipped onto Kaz's face. "Thanks," he said, sincerely. "I know you don't have to do that."
But Horace waved him off. "You two do good work, Kaz. You've earned it."
Kaz nodded, acknowledging the praise, and walked out of the hospital, back to the friend who needed him.