Disclaimer do not own GeneratorRex if I did it definitely would be rated R rather PG
A/N1: 'Illness' is a little series within a series in which I 'maltreat' our favorite characters by infecting them with various colds or other sicknesses.
Providence dark legacy
Illness III
by your-biohazardous-friend
It was one of those quiet and lazy days at Providence. While most of the agents, being out on the field, were scheduled to come back later that night, the facility was beaming with the peacefulness of the cold, gray and rainy day.
Six was on the verge of fainting as he was practically dragged inside his own room by Calan at whose shoulder the assassin was hanging lifelessly. The samurai was just as green as his trademark suit, which was now dotted with smelly, yellowish spots.
"I might be a little bit sick" Six said to no-one in particular, as if to excuse his unusual behaviour. Calan laid him down on a double bed, taking off his shades.
"when did you guess that, Green man?" Bobo joked behind Calan's back, stepping inside the dim room "before, or after you barfed in the tank?"
Calan's lips twitched as he did his best to not to let his lips curled upwards. Bobo grinned toward the captain.
"what, Texas Ranger? Not funny enough? As I recall correctly your feet were in the way that time!" The chimpanzee gestured at agent's boots. Captain's footwear, indeed, had barely visible yellowish smudges, proving the chimp's words.
As if in response Six made a weird noise. It was close to a cross between an urge to puke, a cough and a murmured 'sorry'.
"you know, Bobo?" Calan said, taking off Six's left shoe "be useful for once and fetch some ice for a compress… and get Holiday"
The chimpanzee was about to voice his disapproval but after meeting Calan's stern look he didn't dare to oppose. The chimp grunted some curses under his breath and left.
Captain sighed heavily, battling with Six's clothes. Normally proud warrior would never allow to be manhandled like this, but with raging fever fogging his mind, nausea and aching muscles, Six was as dangerous and proud as a box full of kittens.
"thanks Calan" Six murmured sleepily "one more word from this stupid monke-…"
Calan shot his friend a worried glance, halting in middle of taking off Six's pants. The blond was watching the sick man for a while. The captain shook his head, noticing Six's chest raising and falling. A faint, relieved smile appeared, smoothing furrows which were mostly present on his face.
Six had fallen asleep.
"no problem, partner-" scarred man replied to his sleeping friend. The captain stood up and glanced over the dim room. "-But it would be way easier for me if I only knew where you keep your pajamas"
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