A/N: Sorry for not posting sooner! It was a really busy day today, but hey, I made it. Did y'all make it? Hopefully. Anyway, this sickfic short story only has a few more chapters ta go, then imma do a little more stuff. Lol. I'm thinking about doing a lot of one-shots for the rest of the daggers as well. What do y'all think? Let me know in the comments!
"Whoa, whoa," Payback yelled, "Hey, you alright, man? You alright?"
Bob was breathing heavily, sweat trickling down his forehead, he was shaking a lot. Bob squeezed his eyes shut, a few tears slipping out, "Sick..." he muttered hoarsely.
It took a second for Hangman to understand what Bob meant when he said, "sick," until he saw that Bob was clutching his stomach. Reaching over, Hangman quickly handed the metal bowl to Bob, right before he threw up. Crisis averted.
Pheonix rubbed small, comforting circles around his back, whispering quietly. Bob threw up a few more times, and it was pitiful to watch. He looked so small and weak. Nothing like the Bob they usually saw. When Bob was done throwing up, Fanboy took the bowl, dumping the contents down the drain.
The front door opened, and Maverick and Rooster walked in with a few duffle bags. Each one of the pilots had one or two emergency bags in case they were called to a mission with no warning. They considered this an emergency situation.
"Hey guys, we're back." Maverick spoke quietly, "How's the baby on board doing?"
"He just threw up." Phoenix answered, "and his temperature rose a little."
"He also had a fever-nightmare and woke up screaming." Payback added.
Maverick frowned sympathetically at Bob, who was still sitting up with his eyes shut tight. Maverick and Rooster placed the duffle bags down in the hallway and walked over to the couch. Maverick then put the back of his hand on Bob's forehead and took it off, "Yikes," he said, "That is high."
Rooster did his own inspection and came to the same conclusion. Fanboy then walked back to the living room holding a Caprisun. "When I was a kid and got sick," he said, "my Mama would give me some liquid or soup to help me through it. Maybe it'll work the same with Robert?"
"Good idea." Payback spoke.
"Hey, Bob, buddy?" Maverick tried to get Bob's attention. Bob looked at him through sleepy eyes. "Do you think you can drink some of this?" he asked, holding up the Caprisun. Bob shrugged slightly, whispering, "I don't know."
"Here, let me help you." Hangman got up from the floor and sat down behind Bob, taking the Caprisun from Maverick, stuck the straw through the hole. "There ya go." He handed Bob the drink. Bob literally only drank a sip. But hey, at least it was something.
Bob then leaned back against Hangman, and Hangman was completely caught off guard for a second. Bob was in his arms? Hangman really didn't know what to do, honestly. He looked to Maverick for help, and Maverick only shrugged, smiling. Then Hangman felt Bob calm down slightly and heard him starting to breath in a way only sleeping people can breathe.
Rooster sat down at Bob's feet, placing them on his lap. They were like a small, tiny cuddle party. Phoenix at the very end of the couch with Eirwen; Rooster next to Pheonix and Bob's socked feet on his lap; Hangman at the front, with Bob resting on him. It was very awkward to say the least. Maverick snapped a picture. Fanboy and Payback resumed their Mario Kart on the separate armchairs, and Maverick was left with the bing-bag chair on the floor. It was actually really comfortable.
Maverick glanced at the clock. It was only 0230. If Bob's fever didn't go down in a few hours, they'd bring him to the Emergency Room. They'd just have to keep a close eye on him for now. Hopefully, Bob's stomach would be able to keep the Caprisun down. He really needed to stay hydrated, especially if he was sick with a migraine, and had panic attacks occasionally. The poor guy. How had no body noticed sooner?
Soon the boys turned off Mario Kart (Fanboy won, obviously) and went to sleep. It only lasted like forty-five minutes.
…..to be continued….