(Hey there, Moonlit; haven't heard from you since chapter 50 x3)
I couldn't get the idea of Larxy sick as a dog out of my head. Poor thing, I'm so mean to her. I randomly looked up some treatments for nausea, and that's generally how this fic came about.
Oh, and same timeline as Cry ;)
Larxene was convinced her brain had decided to become a complete asshole and was picking on her stomach. Only, her stomach didn't want to take that and fought back; and her neck and throat were caught in the crossfire.
Her whole body ached, and nothing she ate stayed down. And she'd been sick for days.
She moaned and buried her face against the pillow she was hugging as she felt an all-too-familiar wave wash over her. She swallowed thickly, willing the nausea away, and was eventually able to get her stomach to behave. She whimpered; she hated being sick, hated feeling so horrible.
She heard a concerned sigh, and vaguely became aware of another presence in the room; a welcomed presence, though she was too tired to show that. She heard him head towards her, and place something on the nightstand. She finally turned away from the pillow to look at him when she noticed that the room suddenly smelt oddly like… lemons? Indeed, there was a plate of sliced lemons on the nightstand, along with a package of crackers and a glass of water.
Axel smiled at her, and sat down on the edge of the bed. She wanted to greet him, but was too tired. He understood though, and reached out to smooth back her hair a few times; she allowed her eyes to close, and his fingers traveled down to massage the back of her neck. She sighed, making that contented sound he always called a purr.
"I don't even have to ask how you're feeling, huh?" he asked her softly.
She stared at him dully - he looked back apologetically - before carefully rolling over onto her back and sitting up slightly. Her body protested though, and she held her forehead with a groan.
"…You should probably eat something, you know." he told her, handing her the water, which she gratefully accepted. She looked at him oddly and took a few sips; really, food was the last thing on her mind right now.
"Aw, don't look at me like that, Grumpy." he told her, running his fingers through her hair again. "You haven't eaten anything today, have you?" She shook her head immediately, setting her glass aside. "See? You've gotta be starving, and that's probably why you're so miserable."
She swallowed and thickly asked, "Does… does that make it worse?"
"That's what I've read." He replied, picking up the package of saltines and offering it to her. "Plus, that's not good for you, I don't want you starving yourself."
She groaned and her shoulders sank. She couldn't deny that she was hungry, but she really didn't want to eat anything; to say she felt miserable was an understatement. Though, she hadn't realized there might be a correlation between her hunger and how bad she'd been feeling.
"My stomach can't make up it's mind." she mumbled, and she felt him give an amused hum. She sighed and looked over at the nightstand. "Am I… supposed to eat the lemons?" She asked with an eyebrow raised.
He laughed as she took the crackers from him, then hoisted himself over to her other side to sit beside her properly. "No, the smell's suppose to help. But, you can if you think you can keep 'em down."
She eyed the fruit carefully. "Erm, maybe later." She suddenly realized, though, that she was noticeably less nauseous than she was a few moments ago.
"You should be able to handle crackers." He told her, taking the saltine package and opening it for her. As he did, she'd taken one of the lemons and squeezed it into her water before taking back the package. "Nice."
She took a cracker out and examined it warily. She figured she'd be okay but she really didn't feel like eating. She caved in at his urging, sighing and eating it slowly. Her body twitched, but by her third one, it settled and let her eat.
"That'a girl," he said to her, rubbing her back. "Feel any better?"
"A little…" she mumbled, taking a sip of water and continuing to pick through the saltines. She glanced at him, "So what've you been up to?"
"Eh, tryin' to make myself useful. I found that lemon and hunger thing online. You seem okay now, so I guess those articles were right. Be aware, though, I'm still taking you to the doctors if you aren't better within the week."
"Ugh, you know I hate hospitals…" she grunted, setting the crackers aside and picking up her water. She leaned back against the bed's headboard, pouting.
"It doesn't have to be a hospital." he said, reaching out, probably with the intent of ruffling her hair, but settled on petting her again instead.
"It's all the same to me." she mumbled into her glass. He laughed and she dug for a subject change before he could say anything. "I suppose I'll have to add lemons to my list of 'things that don't make me puke.' Which, y'know, makes about four."
"Aw, only four?"
"Well, duh, you should have noticed by now that nearly everything with a scent makes me sick." She set her glass down.
He shrugged, "Yeah, I noticed. What doesn't bother you, then?"
She hummed and glanced to the side. "Um… pretty much what's here…."
He looked over at the nightstand, the only food items being what he'd brought - saltines, water, and lemons. Though, he realized, that was technically "his" table stand, and thus, had some of his things - and he smirked when he saw his bottle of cologne.
He reached over to pick it up and held it up to her. "By chance… would your list include this?" He laughed when she flushed and sunk lower into her pillows, and set the bottle aside. He placed his hands on either side of her and leaned in a bit closer. "Aw, is that why you stole my side of the bed?"
Her blush deepened and she mumbled, "Erm, well, that and… it's closer to the bathroom…." He just leaned in closer, and she put her hand on his chest. "Ugh, don't get so cocky, or get too close. I don't wanna risk throwing up on you."
He backed away, if only to obey her request, but he was still smirking. "Well, if that were to happen, we could always shower together."
"Ew." She glared at him dryly, before lying down again and pulling the covers over her head. He laughed and leaned back with his arms causally behind his head. There was a pause before he spoke up again.
"Oh, hey… Marluxia called earlier when you were sleeping."
"Mm? What'd he say?" Her voice was muffled, since she hadn't removed the covers.
"He said call him when you're feeling better, and he'll come over…."
"Alright I'll call him later."
"… He also said he'd be bringing an EPT."
There was a long silence before she finally shrieked, "WHAT?"
I'm only mean to her so Axel can come and make it better x3
It's been a while since I wrote [primarily] in Larxene's POV. This was supposed to be really simple; she'd be sick, he'd come in with some food, pet her, and she'd quietly squee to herself. But, no, they really like to talk and cuddle, so it's an extra two and a half pages. That's ok, it's cute. "Dahww, she loves him" flashed across my mind more than once while writing this. I probably would have had him say that if they weren't already married here (yeah, they totally are, more awws.)
