Request: "Could you do a sick Five fic?"
Quick notes: This takes place after season 2- no sparrow academy. They are back home after the apocalypse, and Viktor became himself.
"Sick Day."
Five was in the kitchen, staring into his coffee, his eyes following a bubble that had formed when he put it down on the table.
Now that he smelled the coffee, his stomach was sending a signal that he didn't have the taste for it at the moment.
"Hey Five, you feeling alright?"
He closed his eyes, exhausted. But he couldn't sleep now, could he? He wrapped his arms up, placing his hands to his biceps as he gave a little shiver.
"Five?"
He felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned to see Viktor there, with Klaus.
"Hey," he responded, his voice a little hoarse. He swallowed hard, pushing past the sting that he felt in his throat. "What's wrong?"
"We could ask you the same questions," Viktor looked at him more closely and put a hand to his head. "You're burning up."
"But you're also, like, really pale." Klaus observed.
"And sweaty," Viktor pulled his hand back and reached for a napkin.
"Five is sweating?" Luther asked as he came up. "Is it paradox psychosis? Is there another Five around?"
"I think it's more that he is…sick." Viktor studied Five, who shut his eyes. His "little" brother didn't fully seem to sense the world around him. "Five," Viktor put a hand on his shoulder. "We should get you to bed."
"I just have a headache," Five said, eyes still closed. "After some coffee I'll be alright."
Luther came up on the other side of him to get a better look. "Oh. Woah. Five, Viktor is right. You should probably lay down."
Five sighed and opened an eye, looking at the large man. "You're probably right," he pursed his lips.
He hated feeling like this.
He stood up and started back towards the stairs, his siblings watching him and exchanging glances. His head swimming and the pain now sitting in the front of his head, behind his eyes. He felt a hand grip under his arm to steady him. He opened his eyes again to see Diego now at his side, and that he made it to the hallway.
"You alright, old man?" Diego raised an eyebrow.
"I'm…" Five hesitated. He's what? He doesn't even know. "I think I'm sick," he answered simply.
"Well you sure look it," The Kraken mentioned.
"So I've been told."
Diego glanced over Five to their other brothers in the kitchen. They were watching Five in the hallway, each one giving Diego a knowing look.
"Here," Diego offered. "Let's get you to your room."
"I can make it to my room," Five said sharply, sounding more like himself.
But his body betrayed his words, as he took a few steps and stumbled, hands reaching for the railing of the steps that were in front of him.
"Woah," Diego voiced, coming up behind him, one hand wrapping around his back and under his armpit, the other holding his opposite arm.
Five couldn't take it any more, his mind barely registering Diego's presence. He,thankfully, turned away from him before spilling the contents of his stomach on the floor.
Viktor and Klaus had come forward hearing the noise.
"Is he alright?" Viktor asked.
"I'm sure he'll feel better once it's all out," Klaus offered. "It helps me when I don't feel well."
Once Five seemed to be done he fell back against Diego, his body going limp.
"Five?" Diego tried to hold him up. "Is he..?"
"Out." Klaus confirmed, getting a good look at him.
Viktor went to the other side of Five, helping Diego to lift him. "Do we take him to his room? Or the infirmary?"
Diego considered. "We'll take him to his room for now. I think he just needs some rest. We can try to give him something to eat later when he wakes."
-UA-
The world was on fire…
Five whimpered in his bed.
Viktor pressed cold compress against his head. He looked to Diego, who was standing at the door. "He's still burning up," Victor said to his knife wielding brother. "I feel like he should've cooled down by now."
Diego studied their little brother and bit at his lower lip or.
Five was shifting uncomfortably, his face pale and wet- a mix of sweat and the water from the compress. His eyes flickered under his eyelids and his face was twisting in discomfort, clearly his mind showing him feverish visions.
"Diego," Victor said sharply to get his attention. "His temperature is at 104. It has been since we brought him up here three hours ago. There's no sign of change. What do we do?"
"I'm going to get mom," Diego kicked himself off the door frame.
"I'll go," Viktor corrected him. "I need to refresh the compress anyway."
Diego paused to let Viktor move past him, then made his way to Five's bedside.
"Come-on buddy," he said softly to the sleeping form.
Five's eyes opened slightly at the sound of his brother's voice. Diego could see that they were glasses over, and he didn't seem to recognize his surroundings.
"Five?" He threw caution to the wind, sitting down beside him on the bed. Hopefully he wasn't contagious, but something was pulling Diego closer. "Hey…"
Five looked over at the sound, and blinked slowly. "Diego?"
"I'm here. Viktor is getting mom."
"You're here."
Something in the way he said that made Diego realize what dreams may be plaguing him.
"Yes. I'm here. We are here. Here and safe."
Five swallowed hard, his eyes starting to close again.
Diego placed an arm under him, feeling the heat and sweat through the sheets. Regardless, he lifted Five up into a sitting position, reaching over for the cup of water that was on the end table. "Hey," Diego gave a small shake to Five, causing his eyes to open. "Can you drink some water for me? Please?"
He half expected Five to push him away, or complain in some manner. But he didn't. Instead he gave a little nod, allowing his bigger brother to put the cup up to his lips. Diego listened for the gulps, and after four of them, he pulled the cup back and put it down. Then he gently laid the boy back down on the bed.
Five was already back asleep.
"Mom's coming with more fluids," Viktor said from the door. By the smile on his face, Diego could tell he had been there for a while. He just nodded to him and looked back to Five.
Grace came in a few moments later with an IV hookup. Diego got up to go to the door, avoiding the needle that she would have to use to set it up.
Viktor looked at him. "You alright? You're not catching what he has, are you?"
"I don't think I could," Diego told him. "I think this is the exhaustion catching up with him. He's been non-stop, battered, bloodied…" He rubbed behind his neck. "His body was bound to force him to slow down eventually so he could heal."
Viktor thought deeply about Diego's words and nodded. "You're probably right."
They both looked back as Grace was finishing up.
-UA-
Five woke up, finding himself in his bedroom. His desk lamp was on, and there was no light coming through the window indicating that he had slept into the evening, at least. He pulled himself slowly to sit up, looking around.
Someone was sitting at the desk reading the newspaper.
"Diego?"
Diego turned towards him and gave a smile as he got up to make his way over to him. "Welcome back to the world of the living," He joked, which got a small, confused, smile from Five. "How are you feeling?"
Five assessed himself for a moment and then nodded with his answer, "I'm feeling better." Diego noted that he looked better. The color was back in his cheeks and his eyes were clear.
"That's good. I think it would be best for you to slow down a bit now, old man." Diego teased lightly.
"That would be ideal," Five said with a tilt of his head.
"Are you hungry? I'll call Mom to get you some soup." Diego stood up heading for the door.
"Yeah, I could eat," Five said with a smile. "Diego?"
Diego stopped at the door and turned.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome. Just glad you're alright, brother."
Thank you- as always I am taking requests!