Summary: Shameless hurt/comfort from an upcoming thing.
Misery
Tears flooded Luke's eyes and fear burned anew between them as he recognized how miserable and hurt his body was.
Suddenly, Luke turned on his side, water splashing quietly as he scrambled weakly for the side of the bathtub. He leaned over the edge and began to dry heave, gagging and retching as he tried to expel the nonexistent contents of his stomach. Vader could feel the painful spasming through their bond and felt Luke trembling through the sensors of his fingers.
He shook like he was about to fall apart completely and Vader only hoped he could catch all of the pieces.
Hush. Vader whispered, slowly smoothing Luke's damp hair back again. Hush, my son. Relax. Try to breathe.
Luke made another retching sound, his muscles growing rigid and painfully tight. It continued, longer than Vader would have hoped but eventually Luke's body seemed to get the message that there was nothing in it to throw up. He coughed, spitting weakly before dropping his head onto his forearm and making noticeable efforts to suck in air.
Misery bled out into the Force like a gaping wound from the battlefield and Luke was so sick that he couldn't seem to grasp where the hurt was coming from.
W-what did I do wrong? Luke sobbed at him weakly.
Vader felt his heart clench painfully in his chest. Nothing, my little one. Nothing at all. You are sick – you are not being punished. He promised gently.
I don't understand –
I know. Vader whispered peacefully. I know you don't and it isn't your fault.
A/N Thanks for reading! There's a lot more where this came from.
Likewise, chapter 8 of What Lurks in the Dark is in progress. It's been a slow process just because chapter 7 took a lot out of me and then I got sick for over a week. (the stomach bug sucks, guys)