Thanks to Bristlefrost for the review!
So, late update today - but it's still the 5th! Yay, still on schedule ;) I couldn't find any motivation for any of today's original prompts so I went for an alternate prompt instead.
ENJOY!
Alt 3. Comfort (220 words)
It's was late. The lab almost completely black, save from the faint lights of a few inventions strewn about. Chase was standing by the cyber desk. His grip on the edge so tights his knuckles were white. At least that way the tremors in his hands had stopped. His shoulders tensed at the sounds of footsteps approaching from behind.
Tasha.
Of course it was Tasha. Everyone else was occupied with- Chase shook his head.
"I'm fine."
His voice felt like sandpaper and came out way weaker than he'd thought – than he'd hoped. Tasha sighed softly as she came to stand beside him.
"I know you're not," she said gently. Chase swallowed past the lump forming in his throat at her tone. He shook his head again.
"I'm not the one you should worry about," Chase mumbled, head hanging as tears burned in his eyes.
"I worry about all my kids."
A sob wrecked Chase's body, his knees threatening to buckle under his weight. Tasha slowly stepped closer, silently wrapping her arms around his shaking frame. The tears now fell freely down his cheeks as he practically collapsed into the embrace. Chase's own hands came up to shakily grip at Tasha's back.
The mother hushed him softly, pulling him even closer – prepared to hold him for as long as was needed.