#2sick

Wolffe had been at it for a couple of hours, and from your spot next to him you could tell he wasn’t making the progress he usually would be making. The hacking cough and splitting headache probably was impeding his progress through the already mind numbing reports. 

Since he had propped himself up at the time he usually got up and started working on reports, dispite the illness, you had wrapped your arm around his legs and pressed your face to his hip.

After a particularly rough coughing fit on your part he stroked your head with one hand. “You okay, Sweetheart?”

It was almost unfair how he still sounded amazing, his sore throat just roughening and lowering his voice.  Glancing up to see his red rimmed eyes and the curls that are usually neatly styled hanging onto his forehead and fluffing out at the sides. 

You nod against his hip. Your voice in response sounds scratchy and weak. “You should be resting”

“I’ll rest when I finish these…” he’s interrupted by a sneeze that triggers a coughing fit that almost has him gasping. 

“They absolutely can’t wait?” You ask, suspiciously. 

“They absolutely can not” he grumbles, setting the datapad down to rub his face.

“Bet they can,” you answer, muffled somewhat by his sweatpants. 

“Alright, who else is going to do them?” He asks, scrubbing his hand through his hair.

“Sinker,” you answer simply. Knowing Sinker was more than capable. 

“You really think he can navigate through all these military regulations on his own?” Wolffe laughs.

“Yes, he knows them as well as you do,” as you shift even closer to him.

“Sinker is a good trooper, but he’s not exactly a paper pusher,” he answers. 

“Neither are you!” You half laugh. 

“I’m a commander, it’s in my job description.” He grumbles as he reaches to pull the covers closer around your shoulders. 

“Fine,” and you turn over reaching for your com with a cough. 

“Really? Who are you calling?” He asks.

“I’m going over your head, Commander,” you say, starting to make the call. 

“What? You’re going to rattle to the General?” He asks, reaching for your com. 

“Yes, I am,” you tell him. 

Wolffe groans, “he’s going to side with you isn’t he?”

“He’s all but officially adopted you and the pack as his own children. Do you seriously think he expects those reports any time soon?” You challenge. “He knows how sick you are. He sent you home himself.”

Wolffe sighs in defeat, “probably not, no,”

“Then rest, so I don’t have to call your Buir on you and you can go back to your work sooner,” you tell him. 

He lays down, rolling over to bury his face in your shoulder, “Fine” As you stroke the back of his head he grumbles, nuzzle into your neck and wrapping his arms around your waist. 

“My big, bad, grumpy Wolffe,” with a laugh that turns into a cough. Your hand still stroking the unschooled curls. 

Wolffe huffs, then gently nips your neck in retribution. 

“Bitey too,” you laugh softly.

He nips you again, in retaliation for the comment, making you laugh again. 

“Come on my love. The reports will keep. Get some rest. Between both of us coughing you didn’t sleep hardly at all last night.” You say, still stroking his head. 

Wolff hims against your shoulder, before yawning. He nuzzles into your neck further, tugging her close. After a few moments, his breathing slows, and he falls asleep in your arms.  

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“What are you doing?” He growled from under the covers. 

“Water,” you rasp. “We both need to hydrate or your brother will be here sticking us with needles,”

“My brother can kriff himself,” the pile of blankets said. 

“Not sure he can, love. Besides, he would just be trying to keep you alive,” you answer, heading towards the door. 

“Futile attempt,” was the muffled answer. “Get back in bed, I have it under control,”

“It’s just water OH!” A hand shot out from the pile of blankets and pulled you back into the warm nest. 

“Kitten, you really need to learn some patience,” his normally smooth voice was more gravelly as he burrowed his face into your chest.  You surrender, wrapping your arms around him and drifting back to sleep.  

If it wasn’t for the door opening you might not have ever heard Wrecker. Which is something that surprised you on the regular, his ability to move as silently as any of his brothers.  He probably could have even if prevented the door noise if he hadn’t been loaded down with a large tray.

“Vod’ika! It’s just me. Sorry, the door is loud,” he said to you, his voice coming through the vocorder on his helmet. 

Wrecker shifted some things from the bedside table and set the tray down. “Tea and a compress for Cross,” he said, gesturing to the tray.“Meds, bottles of water, and tissues, Tech sent eye drops, said to remind ya to use them and the compress. I’ll bring a fresh one with soup and more tea later,”

“Thanks, Wrecker,” the muffled voice came from the pile of blankets next to you. 

Startled, you glance at the blankets then back to Wrecker, in his helmet. “Hmm,” Wrecker hummed,” make sure he gets those drops in his eyes, and you drink some water. If ya need anything send a com, okay? No need stumbling around when I can do it for ya.” With that he left the room.

“The lights turned down?” He asked. 

“Yes,” you answer, “come out for medicine and tea.”

Crosshair uncovered his head, and other than his congested breathing you saw his eyes were bright red and swollen all the way around. 

“Eye drops first?” You suggested, holding back the shock of it. 

“Mmmph,” he grumbled as you reached for the bottle. Crosshair shifted enough to lay with his head in your lap. 

“You sure you want me to do this?” You ask, knowing he can be somewhat sensitive with who he lets do what around his eyes outside of Tech. 

“Trust you, kitten,” he said, kissing the palm of your hand. 

Atleast you knew the night before that you would wake up sick. Sure you felt a bit off. Nothing that you alone would have thought twice about. Maybe have taken some painkillers, went to bed early. 

Not when Hunter was your riddur. No, he told you something was off in the afternoon. By bedtime he had already commed everyone, given orders, had meds on hand, and had you both snuggled comfortably in bed early.  So when you woke up, with every part of your body aching, congested, and coughing, it wasn’t a surprise. 

But the full on furnace in your bed was a surprise. Usually you fell asleep curled into his side. But this time you woke up with him half on top of you and his face buried in your chest and him with a blazing fever. He needed more meds. Also he really needed to get off of you, atleast for a little while so you could cool off. 

You try to push him off of you, of course it doesn’t work. You couldn’t move him anymore than you could move Wrecker. And as usually the lightest sleeper of all of them, he was dead to the galaxy at the moment. You would have wondered if it wasn’t for the heat and the snoring. 

You shake his shoulder a bit harder, “Hunter,” you rasp out. 

“Mmmph,” he huffed and kept right on sleeping. 

“Hunter!” You manage to be a bit louder as you poke him in the side. 

“Mmm sleepnn” was the only response you got. 

“Come on you need fever meds, and I need water,” you say poking him again. He bats the air next to his side completely missing grabbing your hand. 

“If you don’t wake up and move I’m going to com Wrecker and have him move you,” you threaten. 

“Ugh,” he grunted, rolling over on his side. His hair wildly all over the place. “Can’t smell anything, it’s weird” he complained. 

You reach for the meds and bottles of water he had set up the night before. “Sit up and take this and you can go back to sleep and not worry about it being weird,”

Hunter sat up and shivered, but took the medicine and drank the bottle of water. Immediately he laid back down, pulling the blanket around himself. As soon as you finished your water and laid back on your pillows Hunter wrapped his arms around you to pull you closer. 

“Sir, you are hotter than the sands of Tattoine,” you tell him. 

“Thanks, sweetheart. Maybe later, don’t feel good right now,” he answers from where he had snuggled into your arm and shoulder. 

“You know what I mean,” you tell him, kissing the top of his head. 

“Mmm hmmm. Love you sweetheart,” he mumbles again.

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The light streams through the window into your eyes. Your head aches, your body aches, your throat is absolutely raw. 

“Sorry babe, forgot,” Hardcase rasped as he closed the blackout shutter on the bedroom window. 

“What are you doing up?” You ask, blinking in his direction. He had been coughing as much as you had last night. You were sure at some point he had said he was going to send a message to Rex. 

“Had to let in the AZ droid Kix sent from the med bay,”  he was holding out a cup of medicine to you and a glass of water. “You didn’t wake up when it was here,” his eyes were drooping already. You quickly take the medicine and drink the water as he crawls into bed next to you. As soon as you set the empty glass down he pulls you to himself almost as if you are a stuffed tooka he was snuggling.  

“Think Kix told the droid to give me sleep meds,” his voice almost completely gone. “Wanted to take care of you,”

Turning in his arms and burrowing into his chest to combat the chills against his warmth you answer, “you did, go to sleep,”

“I think I’m dying,” the congested moan comes from next to you.  Evidently Fives has come down with whatever you had started to get yesterday. He flops over, pinning you under an arm, and burrows his feverish face in your neck.

“You aren’t dying,” you answer in a rasp. “I have it too,”

“Atleast we’ll be together,” he moans from your neck.

“Dramatic idiot,” you huff.

“ ‘M your dramatic idiot,” the muffled, congested response.

“I’m going to order some soup and cold meds delivered.” you say, reaching for your com. “You should call the Captain.”

“True, he should know I’m not much longer for this galaxy,” He says, flopping back on his back when you nudge his face out of your neck. 

Fives grabs his cam and calls Rex, “Can’t go on patrol, ‘M dying,”

“Dramatic di’kut, half the battalion has whatever this is.  Com Kix so he can update his report,” Rex sighed. “Get some rest, vod’ika,”

As you are entering the order for med delivery he is on the com with Kix. “Kix, ‘M not gonna make it,” he groaned.

“Dramatic di’kut, it’s just a passing flu,” Kix gripes.

“Why is everyone calling me that?” Fives complains.

“I wonder,” Kix answers drily. “I’ll add you to the tally.  I know you’ll be well taken care of, Just drink plenty of fluids,”

“Ughh!” he groans, ending the call. “Cyare?” he half whines, “Lemme hold you?”

Setting your com down, you shift towards him, letting him pull you to his chest.  He kisses your forehead, then mumbles into your hair, “Ner Cyare,” as he drifts off.

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