#rb sky

Hi hi hi! Just dropping this here. Been sick alllll week and if I had to have a shitty time then so does Sky ❤️ And also Time, because dealing with anything medical is a pain in the ass

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“-No, you’re not understanding. I don’t care what the test says, there is something wrong and you need to figure it out!”

“Sir, please. I looked at the results myself. There’s nothing in his bloodwork that indicates anything out of the ordinary-”

“Nothing out of the ordinary? I had to pick him off the floor this morning because he couldn’t stand!”

“Yes, I understand that-"

"Do you?"

"Yes, I do. Really, I do. I understand that you're concerned. But his bloodwork is-”

“I don’t care about the goddamn bloodwork!"

“Sir, please calm down-”

"If that test isn't showing anything wrong then do more tests."

"Sir, with all due respect, I don't believe more testing is necessary. His weight is slightly below average for his build - I think the weakness is just from poor diet and exercise. I can recommend a good dietician-"

"We don't need a dietician - we need a doctor who'll actually DO THEIR FUCKING JOB!"

Sky leans forward in his seat and rests his head on the edge of the doctor's desk, closing his eyes. All the yelling from the hallway is audible through the closed door and it makes his already aching head throb even more intensely. The cool wood is soothing.

Not as soothing as laying down would be, though. Sky knows Time is arguing for him, goddess knows why, but right now he wishes the man would just stop and drive them home instead. The chairs in the doctors office are uncomfortable and stiff, and sitting in them is making his bones ache.

Although, Sky is used to that. It's hard to remember a time when they didn’t ache. It’s more intense these days, but it’s been years since he’s known a day without pain. A few over the counter pain meds used to be enough to manage it. But these days it doesn’t make a dent. Add that to the sudden exhaustion and the long bouts of nausea, and Sky’s been feeling particularly pathetic these days.

Good days used to mean “tip top shape”. Now they mean he can eat without vomiting and walk without feeling like he’s going to black out.

Sky sighs into the desk. He really misses feeling good.

The door bursts opens with so much force that the doorknob dents the wall. Time storms back into the office, expression stormy.

Sky opens one eye. “Did they call security on us again?”

“Come on,” Time says, quickly gathering their things. “Get your coat on. We’re leaving.”

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This is like the third dr office that Time has been kicked out from and he's not sorry.

A lot of young people with chronic illnesses have a hard time getting properly diagnosed. There's often a lot of "you're too young to be sick" mentality that they have to deal with. When you're young and look kinda healthy it can be really difficult to find a doctor who will take you seriously and do all the necessary testing.

Personally, Time was still pissed off. Righteous anger buzzed through his body, his fists trembling with effort to not punch something. It took too long for him to calm down enough before he felt safe to drive. He should've noticed the guilty looks Sky shot him.

"Sorry." Time barely caught the whispered apology over the rumble of the engine. "You don't need to keep trying."

"What do you mean?" Time fought to keep his earlier frustration out of his tone.

"Maybe there's not a cure. Maybe I'm just broken, I dunno, just-" Sky sucked in a breath and released it shakily. "I'm sorry."

"You want to get better, don't you?"

"Of course I do," Sky almost sobbed, his voice wet and defeated.

"Then I'm going to find a doctor who can find out what's wrong and help you," Time stated simply. His eye stayed on the road.

Sky didn't respond. He stayed quiet long enough that Time thought he'd fallen asleep, until he heard a broken whisper as they turned onto their street.

"What if there's no getting better? So- so many doctors have told me... told me..." Sky loudly swallowed. "I don't know what I'm saying anymore. Sorry. I dunno why you care so much."

Time hummed. "Well, if you're staying in my house, it's logical to get you to a point where you can pay rent." He joked. Hylia, he's getting soft.

Sky didn't have anything to say to that.

When Time had parked, Sky was still wiping his tears, staring into nothing. Time sighed. He patted the younger man's shoulder and tried to give him a reassuring smile.

"Come on, let's go inside."

Sky doesn't fight against Time's hand on his shoulder, guiding him inside. Doesn't acknowledge when he nearly falls and Time catches him. He's just so fucking tired. Of his body. Of his situation. Of being tired. All. The. Fucking. Time.

He doesn't realise Time's carrying him until he's being set down on the couch. Even though it hurts his head, he quietly weeps into the pillows until he can't do anything but drift into a deep sleep.

...

When Sky wakes up, there's a soft pillow under his head and a warm blanket draped over his aching body. On the small table beside him is a thermos of hot chocolate.

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I'm so sorry I didn't check to see if it was okay to write a continuation of your fic, inspiration struck-

Casually projects my own feelings onto this exhausted bird boi because I don't think I ever processed all of that properly but anyways, sorry this isn't the best

- brainrot anon

OF COURSE IT'S OKAY!! IT'S BETTER THAN OKAY!!

I love this sm Brainrot <3 I'm so ill for this man being so soft for these random kids he pulled off his sidewalk. Sky is so valid for this - his day to day just fucking sucks and he's having such a hard time seeing an end point. He just wants to feel okay T_T

Omg and the little details are killing me. The thermos of coco omg and THE JOKE ABOUT RENT omg my heart almost gave out! Thank you for the delicious food!!

The usual sludge weighing him down had only gotten heavier in the past few days, and somehow blades had crept into his crappy joints. He should drink more water, he knew, he'd been told enough times. But drinking water meant needing to pee, and needing to pee meant getting out of bed. And getting out of bed meant feeling the ground sway beneath him, watching black spots swarm his vision, and fighting to keep his heart in his chest and the meager contents of his stomach.

Cups of water gathered on the night stand. The med student's warnings of UTIs and blood clots went in one ear, got lost in the fog, and wandered out the other.

Sky's head hurt. Sky's everything hurt. Coarse gravel settled into his shoulder from the awkward angle his chest pinned it at, to keep strain off of his back. Not that it worked. Any position that lightened the load only led to a different ache later. Sky would cry. He'd scream if he had the energy to.

But that would only make it worse. Stakes would drive deeper behind his eyes and his chest would only ache.

Golden Goddesses, why couldn't he be normal? Continue his training? Hold a steady relationship with his beloved Sunny- no, no, no, don't think about her, don't think about what you've lost-

A quiet whimper slipped through his torn defenses.

He wanted to curl up and sleep forever. His foot twitched and an axe split open his shin. He sighed. His ribs crackled and wheezed. His head pounded in time with his heart.

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Sky shouldn't be surprised when he's shoved back into his body on the bathroom floor. He's not surprised by the familiar basin before his face and bile rising up his throat.

How he got there eluded him. But there was a nice hand rubbing between his trembling shoulders and pillowing his head on a lap once he'd stopped retching. Garbled words swam through the air over his head, the hands gently brushed hair out of his face. A plastic straw poked through his slightly parted lips and he sucked instinctively.

Cool water flooded his parched mouth, flowing down his throat and settling heavily in his stomach. It should make him feel better. It makes him feel sick.

Sky groaned and pressed his forehead into his pillow. Something thunked on the floor and hands returned to his hair. Petting, detangling, smoothing. It was more soothing than Sky would ever admit, but the way tension leaked out of his shoulders probably ratted him out.

"Okay, okay, it's okay. You're okay, Sky, just breathe. Someone's on their way, we'll get you somewhere more comfortable, okay?"

Sky trusted them. Whoever it was, they... he...? The person was familiar.

He didn't know how much time passed until heavier footsteps approached them and knelt down beside him.

"Thank you, Hyrule. How is he?"

"He drank a little water, he hasn't reacted much but he seems to like me doing this. Not unresponsive, but I don't know how awake he is."

Tears welled in Sky's eyes, wet against the sticky crusts at the corners. He was right there. He wanted to scream. He wanted to open his eyes. He was so tired. He couldn't talk, even if he wanted to.

At least they didn't treat him like he was just an object, a tool they were sick of malfunctioning. They kept their voices low, the comfort consistent. Didn't make a big deal of his crying, just... soothed it.

Sky was still resting on... who was it again... Hyrule's lap, when his tears slowed and his eyes cracked open a little. They immediately shut again with a little whimper.

"There, it's okay, we've got you."

"Sky? I'm going to pick you up now, and take you to your bed. If you'd rather go to the couch, give me a sign."

He didn't.

Strong arms wound around the limp lump of his body. Slowly, he was lifted to rest against a shoulder he knew all too well.

Sky was already losing the battle with consciousness when Time stood up, and he hoped falling asleep in his arms was enough to say thank you.

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So guess who's having a bit of a flare-up and bullying Sky

I don't have much to say other than I LOVE Time being soft and caring for these strays. It was important to me to add in like, Hyrule and Time being clear and calm and narrating what they were doing, if that makes sense. Even if Sky was unconscious, it's less scary when the people around you aren't freaking out and they're making an effort to keep you filled in and calm. They care so much about him, I love them-

I had half an idea to write a snippet where Legend offered Sky a little something to help, out of genuine pity, but realised he either wouldn't or Time wouldn't allow it. Or Wind would actually stab him if he got Sky into drugs, even if it was a genuine offer because Legend KNOWS it can help, even if not permanently. Legend's still young despite how jaded he is, maybe he thinks that if it's him who occasionally gives Sky stuff, he can stop Sky going down the same path of addiction, but idk. He'd know that desperation is the first step on the path to addiction. Plus, I can't imagine Sky being the one to ask him, so this idea is just a random idea

Also, your response to my last ask??? I can't tell you how many times I read your words and cried because nobody's been so sweet to me about this before- thank you, genuinely :")

- brainrot anon

Oh Brainrot - you and your big beautiful brain make me all so squishy and squealy! This was so damn GOOD! I Love Caretaking Time! And Hyrule my beloved! I love how he steps up to help!

And omg Legend offering Sky something to help is a fucking AMAZING idea! And with how bad Sky feels, he'd absolutely say yes. And Legend would do it with best intentions, true, but he's a mess and he's young and he'd fail to realize that Sky is in the most prime condition to fall into addiction. He'd just recognize that someone else has been let down by the system and institutionally want to help in the only way he knows how to. It "works" for him, so why not offer Sky the same relief?

Wow okay now I'm thinking about the implications of That and how big of a wench it would throw into the mix. Wind probably wouldn't care much at first. After all, he dealt to plenty of people. It's not like he should care about Sky anymore than those other people, right? WRONG! Experiencing someone with an addiction when you live with them is a completely different way of seeing the harm he was causing.

It would also draw an even deeper wedge between Hyrule and Legend. Because Hyrule would not stand for Legend giving Sky street drugs - not as a studying med student. You know those two would be straight up fist fighting over it if Legend even tried.

Time would be against it on principle, but also there might be a small voice in the back of his mind that considers it when Sky has a flare up and can barely keep water down. Maybe, if he monitors the dosage and gets something clean, it would help? He'd never actually allow it though. With how hard he's trying to get Legend clean, he wouldn't risk another addict in the house.

Maybe it was fate!!! I'm also just picturing myself as a little critter madly typing away with worms in its brain and laughing

For writing reasons, here's an incomplete list of things that healthcare professionals have said/done to me over the years that haven't been helpful (I know it's their job and they're trying their best, these are just things you can put Sky through if you'd like):

- when I said how I get dizzy and my vision goes gray when I stand and my heart raced just sitting up in bed: "have you tried standing up slower?"

- in physio, made me do an exercise as an example but told me to keep going until I felt my knee joints grinding together and it hurt so bad it took weeks of rest for my knees to not hurt and there was sharp pain with every movement

- gave me free ibuprofen and ordered an xray when I had a joint pain flare-up so bad I could barely walk or sleep or eat for months

- "well the cold is tricky" when I told the physio person that despite doing the exercises, my pain was not improving and had the same flare-up triggers that'd be just as painful despite months of physio

- "what do you want me to do about it?" said by same person as the first, I think. After I listed everything that was bothering me

- after asking bluntly and offhandedly, with a parent in the room, if I had a clear plan and intention to kill myself and I stuttered, they said I'm not bad enough for access to any mental health resources they had. I was 12

- left out pretty important information on how to take a medication leading me to have a panic attack when something happened that the information sheet and doctor didn't mention, only to be told by a different doctor what to do

- "just don't take it then" and no other suggestions or advice when I was having bad side effects to a medication and was told 'if you have these symptoms, see your doctor immediately'

Of course, things like this are different depending on the person, my experiences are just my experiences and I'm sure plenty of people have had worse than me and had a different experience. Some of these may be me being petty- I'm lucky that I'm still able to semi-function well enough that I don't need to fight as hard as Time does for Sky. Or maybe I'm just tired of it and slowly walking down the path to burnout and a bigger flare-up by doing the bare minimum to manage it. Idk, but have some Brainrot anon lore XD I hope this helps, I may end up writing more projecting onto Sky at some point

- brainrot anon

I am both taking notes and giving tender little kisses to all those precious little worms <3 Thank you for sharing you experiences Brainrot! I for sure will incorporate this into the Sky soup I am brewing. I am going to put a little piece of you into that character so that I can take care of him like you deserve to be!

(Although I will whump him first because let me real thats what we the people want)

Also oughhhh yeah I feel Sky there. I won't loredump about it in your ask box but I am holding Sky very gently and kissing his forehead(/p). He needs a blanket and hot chocolate and a doctor who listens and actually probes deeper than what numbers from a lab say. He deserves better than what I got

- brainrot anon

Thanks Brainrot! I'm feeling better. Still have a cough and am still a bit stuffed up but at least I'm not in pain anymore lol

Poor Sky is just too worn down to fight with doctors anymore. He does indeed need to be tucked in with a hot coco while Time goes nuclear on the incompetent staff. It's only a matter of time before he's taking Sky to see his own personal doctors because at least he knows they'll get the job done (Renado never thought he'd see the day where Time drops by without looking like a rabid dogs chew toy)

Thanks for the ask anon! I really loved hearing your thoughts! I love me some medical hc for the RB verse. I especially loved Sky's take! I'm for sure going to write something about that because I have a lot of thoughts about it!

And you're right in that RB Four would not be comfortable with doctors. Aside from the fact that it's a lot of unknown people physically touching and examining him, he had a horrible first experience. That pretty much turned him off the idea of doctors all together. If he gets sick enough that he has to go to the doctors, he'll have to be physically dragged there. No one will enjoy that, especially after he starts biting.