Hey! I'm really far behind so I'll catch up on the ones I miss later! Having to Work really doesn't give me enough time for this! Lol! I hope you enjoy!
Warnings: sickness, vomiting, swearing
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"Stay"
Anxiety tiptoed down the staircase, praying nobody would be awake at 4:30 in the morning.
A bout of nausea hit him about an hour ago and after almost puking in his toilet, he decided to try to find some medicine and maybe a bowl of soup. The only problem was that the other sides hated him and would definitely take advantage of his sickness to mock him or something. He just knew they would!
He peeked into the kitchen, scanning for another presence before deciding he was safe and headed to the cabinet above the fridge. He swallowed two anti-nausea pills dry and turned to see if there was any soup in the pantry.
"Anxiety?" A voice from behind him questioned and Anxiety started, fumbling the can he'd been examining and his stomach twisted nauseously. Anxiety cupped a hand over his mouth, closing his eyes tight against the bile rising in his throat. He turns finally to see Patton rubbing sleep out of his eyes.
"Is everything okay?" Patton asks and Anxiety nods.
"I'm fine, go away" He hisses but Patton doesn't look convinced, He just frowns as another wave of nausea hits Anxiety.
"You don't look so good kiddo, lets go sit down." Patton suggests and Anxiety lets Patton lead him into the living room and sits him on the couch. "You're really warm, do you have a fever?"
"Fuck, probably." Anxiety groans, pressing a hand against his hot forehead. Yep, definitely a fever. Just what he needs! Anxiety groans softly and Patton takes the soup can from his hand and gives the anxious side a soft smile.
"Would you like some soup?"
"Mmhmm," Anxiety hums and closes his eyes, resting his pounding head against the back of the couch.
Patton disappears for a few minutes and then a warm bowl is pressed into Anxiety's hands. He glances down at the contents of the bowl and takes a tentative sip.
"I'll go now, if that's what you want." Patton said, despite looking like he wanted to swaddle the anxious side in a bunch of blankets and take care of him.
In a moment of weakness, Anxiety caught Patton's arm and pulled him weakly back.
"Stay." Anxiety muttered and Patton's expression melted.
"Okay kiddo, whatever you want." Patton took a seat beside Anxiety and turned the tv on, letting him chose the show to watch.
Slowly Anxiety relaxed, leaning softly on Patton who silently squealed to himself over how cute Anxiety looked, half dozing on his shoulder