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Hunter-

I think what would get Hunter off the most about being in your brain is the complete confirmation that all of your praise is genuine. All the boys might be surprised at just how attracted clonethirst girlies are to them but Hunter is particularly susceptible to the flattery of it. Ego boosted, the next aspect he would utilize is the direct feedback for how pleasurable his actions were. You'd probably not get to actively participate as much because he would get wrapped up in feeling what heights he could drive you to.

Wrecker-*let me in meme goes here*

What is going on in there? I can only imagine Wrecker's brain being a kind of messy place, sparks flying back and forth, complex equations drawn in crayon... What would be hot about it is just how overwhelmed with his emotions you would get. With practice he might be able to hold back but without it your brain is getting flooded. Joy, exuberance, and of course the sexual pleasure on a feedback loop. Actually, don't do this with Wrecker, you two are gonna fry.

Echo-

You'd have to ease Echo into this, he'd feel a little self conscious that you might feel any discomfort his implants and prosthetics might cause him, and you would, but having that open map would guide you to new ways to comfort him and make him feel good. He'd also find himself enjoying a type of relief basking in your mind. Like Hunter, he'd be enamored with feeling what he does to you and would try to heighten your experience more than focusing on himself.

Crosshair-

Cross isn't a selfish lover, but unlike Hunter and Echo he's very of the mindset that pleasure is a two way street. He'd more than likely take advantage of the connection by doing things that are mutually beneficial and might yield crazy results via feedback a la 69ing. More closed off and focused, Crosshair would have more control over holding your mind on task, easily keeping you away from parts of him he wouldn't want you to see.

Tech-

Where do I start?

Absolute dog shit at staying on task, once you let this little gremlin loose in your brain he'll start to rip you apart like an engine. Good luck keeping him out of your deepest darkest secrets, your half forgotten ruminations, dreams, and whatever other threads he gets his hands on. Not like it'd be much better, but you can also step into the whirring whirlwind resting in his brain pan. A single calculated thought releases so much mental energy you're floored immediately. There's not even sex yet, and since you'd be a helpless kitten of an rc car hooked up to the power of a jet engine you might as well let him run wild kriffing you within full efficiency.

Not that it moves the plot much besides being way too comfortable with each other too quickly, there are lasting effects of the Glitterstim on CrossXTahny.

She never gets a clean slate with the rest of the Batch Boys since she was exposed quite strongly to Crosshair's opinions of them. His opinions of them directly after Kamino. Yeah.

Also more of a fun fact, in case of alternative dimension shenanigans, Tahny would always be able to pick her Crosshair out of a line up. Even if it's between other Crosshair's that had Glitterstim experiences with other Tah'nyems.

Kids got little tan lines in the shape of each other burned into their brains.

Hunter may be able to sense acutely when you have a bad day before you even notice the symptoms (those heightened senses strike me like the way medical alert dogs can sense a seizure coming on in their human). His first instinct is to hold you against him, but he holds off until he ensures you are in the most comfortable place, your environment is perfect for what you need, and you have any medication needed. Then he'll wrap around you and do what he can to make you feel better. IDK why, but I feel like he'd gently hum a little tune as he holds you, literally trying anything and everything to soothe you. If he can't take away the physical pain, he can make damn sure you feel cared for.

Wrecker is also someone who's gonna try and cuddle you through an episode. If that's something that helps you, you'll be in heaven. He'll literally make a nest for you and bring you all the snacks. If your condition comes with muscle pain, he'll give you the most gentle and soothing massage. He will get that sad look in his eyes, though. Personally, I like seeing my partner care but I know some people don't like to feel pitied so if that's you, you may need to have a conversation with him. Similarly, if physical contact isn't helpful for you, you'll have to let him down gently. Best to give him something else to do - like help with the responsibilities you can't do - because Wrecker really doesn't like feeling as if he can't help.

Tech is going to learn everything about your condition itself. And I mean everything. He'll become the (secret) preeminent expert on your condition if he has to - and he'll very much believe he has to because frankly he doesn't trust previous doctors who told you this was just a condition you'll have to live with. You have to have a few talks with him that his insistence on trying new approaches to "cures" isn't helpful when you're having a flair up, and that while you love the intention behind it, you need him to either help you in the moment or leave it to you. That sobers him up a bit. But he mostly just puts the "cure" search on the backburner and focuses more on finding the optimal remedies for your symptoms in the moment. He won't really cuddle with you unless you expressly ask but he absolutely will bring his datapad into the room and research/work by your bedside so he can monitor your progress. He'll wake you every few hours to give you more medicine and make sure you stay hydrated.

Echo also studies up on your condition, but unlike Tech, he only cares about remedies. He'll run his findings by Tech, but generally trusts the literature regarding mitigating symptoms. If you find something that works better than other remedies, he's a stickler about making sure you have access to that remedy at all times. He's a big believer in being prepared. He may have some small treats for you, but he'd prefer to have nutritionally balanced food for you during a flair up to give your body everything it needs to get through this and recover. He usually doesn't cuddle with you, preferring to give you the space you need to settle in and recover. But he will be touching you constantly - caressing your head or arm - and talking softly with you if you're up for it.

Crosshair doesn't like admitting your condition scares him. You've explained it's not fatal or anything but it does cause you pain on the regular. And he doesn't like how matter of fact you are when you tell him you experience pain strong enough to put you out of commission with enough regularity that you have a plan for what to do when it happens. He knows you're not a complainer and you tend to push yourself, so for something to knock you out means it's serious. He feels useless and weak at not being able to help in what he feels is a meaningful way.

At first, he'll pull away, selfishly hiding from the sight of you in pain because he doesn't want to confront it. But if he does see you struggling or if he hears you in pain/call his name, he'll be right at your side. You need him. You asked for him. He won't leave you alone again. It'll take him a bit to figure out little tricks to helping you/making you feel better, but eventually he'll get into a rhythm. And woe be to anyone who crosses your path if you have a flair up in public - Crosshair is very much a shoot/punch first ask if they were a threat to you (in act or attitude) later.

501st Boys

Jesse, and Fives are going to learn all they can about the best way to make you feel better not through research but literally by quizzing you. They try asking the first time they see you in an acute flair up and realize those questions will have to wait until you're feeling a little better. And by quiz, I mean these guys prove why ARCs are made different. They'll get down into the minute details. The next time you feel your pain coming on, they'll make sure the environment is perfect for you to rest - as dark and quiet as you need, with all the water and snacks you could possibly want. And they'll totally give you snacks you want that'll make you feel better emotionally more than good for you snacks. If they can stay, they'll bring you bring you fresh, cool towels to drape over your forehead or ice packs/heating packs for your muscles every 30 minutes. Both feel like failures when they have to leave you during an episode.

Between the two, Jesse definitely relies on his humor and tries to keep you talking (if it doesn't hurt you more) to get you through this, and you love that he treats you like normal, that there's no pity in his eyes. But for Fives, this is a situation where he actually gets quiet, lowering his energy to give you the space to rest up.

Kix is, like Tech, going to do all the research. Unlike Tech, Kix has access to military-grade medical facilities. And he WILL use them to get a thorough understanding not just of your condition, but how your body handles the condition. He hates to see you in pain, and it's a negotiation with him as to how much medication you want/need as if Kix had his way, he'd just stick you in a bacta tank each flair up to minimize your pain and any damage ... which obviously isn't practical. Also, there's no "Maybe I can push through it, this flair up feels manageable." The moment Kix knows you're feeling symptoms, you're in the medbay. You'll also find the smallest of treats next to your bed when you wake up.

Dogma similarly, tolerates no negotiation. Sure, you've been dealing with your condition for a while, but if you're not following dr.'s or Kix's orders to the letter, he will make you. I feel like Dogma is incredibly passionate and feels deeply, and he will not risk your health or well being, even if you ask him to just trust you. Eventually, you need a mediation with Kix so Dogma gives you a little room to breathe. Like Wrecker, it helps to give Dogma things to do while you have a flair up so he feels like he's helping. He'll bring you everything you need and then go tidy up your living space or do your paperwork on your behalf or just general errands you need to run. Acts of service is his love language anyway, so this is a system that works really well for you both.

Rex hates that he can't always be with you during a flair up. He literally has a list of people you can call (in order of those he trusts the most to take care of you) if you need assistance. But you've come up with a code to message to his datapad in case he can't be there. If he gets your message, he'll excuse himself as quickly as possible to call you and just talk you through the worst of your flair up and ask if you need someone to be with you.

If he can be there, you won't find a more attentive and gentle person to nurse you through. He'll make sure you're settled and have everything you need and he'll talk you through it until you fall asleep. Then, he'll straighten up your living space and make some food for you for when you wake up. When you do, he'll give you a small portion to start with and hold you against him when you're done.

Tup will run you the most perfect bath ever. Water at the perfect temperature, no harsh smells in case that makes things worse. He helps you get settled then starts helping you wash. And by helping I mean he refuses to let you do anything for yourself. Getting your hair washed by Tup is a spiritual experience and something that, even if your pain persists, reenergizes your soul. He'll dry you gently with the fluffiest towels and then settles you in your room with all your comforts. He's another who will sit by your side until you feel better and he'll cuddle on request if it won't hurt you more.

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Hunter

He lazily put an arm around you and pulled you close. One of his legs lies between yours and the other way around, your head rests half on his chest. The hand of the other arm is most likely on the back of your head, because he fell asleep while caressing your head. Generally, he usually falls asleep while still caressing you in bed. He loves to do that. Hunter likes to spoil you, literally to the point of exhaustion.

Echo

Because he is always worried about his prostheses, that he might cause you trouble or even hurt you while you are sleeping, it will take a while until he lets himself be persuaded to fall asleep together with you in the same bed. The first nights are exhausting and uncomfortable for him. Echo can't really let himself go right away, he is stiff and overcautious until he finally falls asleep from exhaustion.

Eventually, however, he will fall asleep facing you. His hand closed around yours with a satisfied smile on his lips.

Wrecker

Very likely he pulled you in his arms onto his chest like a cuddly toy. But even in sleep he is gentle with you. Wrecker holds you tenderly. If you could see his facial expression, you would know that he has the most satisfied smile on his face. You are the best sleep therapy. No matter how hard the day was, no matter how exhausting the last mission, with you in his arms he falls into blissful, calm and contented sleep.

Tech

He may have been reserved at first, but he is actually very affectionate, especially in bed while sleeping. Tech will have both arms and legs wrapped around you like a spider monkey, your body pressed against his. Sometimes he murmurs softly, gently in his sleep and it sounds incredibly cute. His little smile may be rare now and then during the day, but he wears it on his face all night while clinging to you.

Crosshair

Actually, he is careful not to show 'too much' affection. During the day he is not very cuddly. However, at night when half asleep, at least one of his legs is hooked under yours. His arms are loosely wrapped around you, his face somewhere close to your neck or shoulder. Crosshair enjoys your warmth and scent, though rather secretly. If he is caught cuddling up with you in this way and approached, he reacts grumpily.

Rex

He has pulled you into his arms. Some nights you lie half on top of him, others half under him. Rex is always snuggled very close to you, his arms gently holding you. When you move during the night, even in your sleep, he subconsciously pulls you back towards him and closes his arms protectively a little tighter around you. His protective instinct never sleeps.

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He would have a hunch that something is about to happen because your scent has been off all night. Looking at the date he remembers what's to come around the same time every month. He'll be concerned with your tossing and turning but doesn't interfere with your restless slumber. With everyone else already asleep he wouldn't want to startle you.

Finally, after hours of monitoring from afar during his shift to keep the Marauder on course, you stroll out from under your covers, drenched in sweat and desperately trying to make your way to the refresher. The color in your face is irregular, washed-out. Hair is plastered to your sickly face. Now that you're in his presence he is hit by the overwhelming aroma of raw, acrid air. The scent was festering.

He can feel your body trembling through the floor of the interior hull. Your fragile footfalls become more determined to compensate for your lack of balance, growing into loud stomps. You feel your concentration fleeting, mindlessly trying to move your body forward through muscle memory like you're on autopilot. Hunter sees you struggling and takes a couple steps in your direction before you drop to the ground.

He's at your side in an instant. He was quick enough to catch you before your head sustained any damage. He knows you get bad cramps but he's never seen you in such a perilous condition before. Your skin is hot to the touch as he feels for your pulse. It's rapid, your breathing is labored as your heart tries to overwork itself to pump blood through the rest of your extremities. You're lifeless in his arms. Everyone else is asleep and he can't find the breath in his lungs to call out. "Ow.. FUCK!" you gasp. The pain was enough of a brutal surprise that you came-to in his arms.

"Hunter? What happened? I was just on my way to- oh, goddamn it, no." you mumble the last phrase under your breath. The familiar stiffness of clotted blood staining your clothes is all you can focus on. You're overwhelmingly embarrassed. It's no doubt you're aware that he can smell you, let alone see you. You push yourself out of Hunter's arms, turning to face him directly, hiding your crimson spot from his view as best as you can before forcing yourself to your feet.

"I-I'm fine. Really. I can make it the rest of the way." You lift your foot to take a step but it feels like you're wading through mud. Your body threatens to fail you once again but Hunter catches you just in time. "You're not fine at all. Let me help you in there-" He offers, only you hope he hasn't noticed the mess forming in your garments. "No!" you cut him off. "I can do it myself!" Why did he have to see you like this? Degraded, filthy and unnecessarily ashamed for not properly preparing yourself before going to sleep. You should have known it was coming. How could you have been so negligent?

"No, you can't. Let me help. If you think I can't handle a little blood you really don't know who you're dealing with. This is no different than dressing a wound on the battlefield. And I can assure you there is much more blood there. So please, take my hand" he holds it out while looking at you with gentle, understanding eyes.

No use hiding anymore. Hunter helps you to your feet and into the refresher. He starts the shower for you and leaves for a moment while the temperature climbs to retrieve a fresh set of your clean clothes. Once returned, he helps you out of your soiled pajamas and into the warm stream of water, relieving yourself of all the sanguineous remnants as well as the lingering discomfort. Once cleaned, he dresses you with proper protection and leads you back to bed with a glass of water and a few painkillers. Soon you're back to sleep, wondering why you were so embarrassed in the first place.

Tech⚕️

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You both were on opposite sides of the ship making various adjustments to the exterior of the Marauder. Tech is walking you through cleaning off residual carbon scoring from the inside of the durasteel panels without disrupting the wiring beneath it. It's a steady conversation that slowly dwindles until you're no longer responding. He tries time and time again to hail you on the comm and receives nothing. His worry got the best of him as he moves to your position.

There you are, lying belly-up in the dirt like bloated roadkill. He hurriedly ran to you while pulling his scanner out, prepared to get to the bottom of what caused you to faint. The sun was beating down relentlessly on your face. A thick bead of sweat has saturated your brow and a sore knot is forming at the back of your head from the trauma it sustained with the unforgiving ground. Your breathing is labored, a highlight to your unhealthy state. At first he assumes your episode is from the heat. Calm and full of composure, Tech immediately pulls you into his arms and carries you back inside the Marauder to bring your core temperature back down to safer levels.

Wrecker is the first to voice his concern upon your joined entry but not even his booming voice was enough to wake you. "Whoa! What happened?! Is she okay?"

Tech gently lays you down on the cold floor of the hull to properly examine you. "She is merely unconscious." he responds confidently while opening your mouth to ensure your airways aren't obstructed. He uses a small flashlight to observe your pupils and confirms his diagnosis. "Take her back to my bunk. She needs to sleep this off. Speaking of, what's the date- Oh..." Tech looks at the calendar full of grave concern. "I'll prepare some medicine as well. She's never had them this bad." He shakes his head in defeat realizing this was intense heat exhaustion brought on by the rapid thinning of your blood, exacerbated by it's increasing exit from your body. He was silently brainstorming ideas in ways to prevent an occurrence like this from happening to you again.

"Had what this bad?" Wrecker questions, still completely oblivious.

"Menstrual cramps. Now please, Wrecker, take her to my bunk, quickly. She needs painkillers, hydration and most importantly, rest."

Tech hands you over to him with complete and total regard for the condition of your cranium, cradeling you intently and full of protective responsibility. "Watch her head. She collapsed to the ground outside and I am not certain how violent the impact was." Wrecker nods, fulfilling the request while Tech went for the first aid supplies which consisted of a higher grade pain relieving shot, heating pad and an intravenous apparatus to regulate your fluid intake until you wake up. The way he went so logically about your condition was a massive testament to his caregiving prowess. He didn't panic, his mind didn't go straight to irrationalities, the only thing at the forefront of his consciousness was your health and safety.

• • •

"Hey there sleepyhead. How are you feeling?" Tech graces you with his presence as soon as you open your eyes. He's dabbing you with a wet cloth to keep your sweating at bay. Your head is pounding, you feel weak and lethargic, slowly realizing you're in his bunk.

"How- uhm... What happened?" Trying to sit up, Tech pushes you back into bed, tucking you in.

"You tell me. I've seen you nurse these cramps of yours before, but this is unprecedented. I scanned your vitals and they indicated a massive amount of destructive neurological discomfort centering from your pelvic region downward. I would suggest that you stay in bed for the rest of the day. No, indefinitely, until these spasms subside. Do I make myself clear?" His strict orders were completely derivative of his concern for you. "You should have told me you were feeling out of sorts. I wouldn't have brought you outside..." A mask of guilt was forming across his handsome face.

"They honestly caught me by surprise, completely unexpected, so please don't blame yourself. I'm so sorry to worry you." Your chest felt tight as you tried to finish your thought.

"Nonsense. I'm just glad you're okay." Tech responds as he lifts your joined hands to kiss your knuckles. You smiled while nuzzling your head into his lap. Tech reciprocated by soothing you back to sleep in a much more welcoming fashion than you had fallen into it previously, making sure to be mindful of the bruise at the back of your head. He assured you that he would never leave your side in case another painful wave were to come at any point through the rest of the day.

Crosshair🙄

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He's been getting under your skin all day. His wise cracks and insensitive humor were enough to already make your blood boil. You can't even remember what it was you were initially bickering over. At this point all you wanted was to get as far away from him and the ship as fast as possible. You felt a sting of pain emerge from the pit of your gut radiating down to your knees. Trying to push through it, you speed walk to the tree line. The last thing you wanted was to give him any more reason to prod at you.

You can faintly hear Crosshair call your name as you push yourself into the thicket. It's getting harder to walk, the pain in your legs is throbbing down to your feet. You brace yourself against a tree before continuing on but your spasms won't let you go without a fight. Using your upper body strength, you pull yourself back up and inch further into the forest. You can hear the twigs snapping underneath Crosshair's footfalls, signifying that he is closing in on you. Even with the tree branches blocking your own vision, you knew that he could pick you out of the entire wilderness with ease.

You quickly find that you're over exerting yourself, your breathing becomes strained and you're suffering from tunnel vision. If you concentrate hard enough you can see stars fading in and out of your peripherals. Your irrational embarrassment about Crosshair seeing you in such an indecent state forced you to pursue a journey deeper into the woods despite your growing discomfort. Unexpectedly, you fall to the ground with nothing to brace yourself but the velvet moss atop a few boulders resting in a sunken patch of soil.

Crosshair finally catches up to you and spots your lifeless body facedown amongst the brush. "Alright, stop faking it. This might work on your other boyfriends, but if this is a ploy for me to be nice, I am not convinced in the slightest."

No response.

"Hey! I am taking to you. I said get up!" Crosshair nudges you with the butt of his gun, he seemed to have never let that thing go. Perhaps that's what you were arguing about after all.

Still, absolutely nothing.

"I'm going to leave you out here if you don't get up. Right. Now." He has a worried tone in his voice but it's disguised with anger. He secretly hopes you're not hurt but he doesn't want his inflated ego driven façade to crumble. But you're dead to this world, at least for the time being.

Crosshair finally drops to his knees and flips you over to see your face. You're covered in dirt, a bruise forming on the bridge of your nose with a couple drops of blood threatening to fall from your nostrils. Your anemia made the tissue beneath your skin very fragile. It's really not as bad as it looks but he doesn't know that. He feels terrible for thinking this was pretend. Perhaps he would do something so dramatic, but he wouldn't expect it from you.

He slings his rifle around his back in order to tend to you more completely. Pulling a handkerchief out of his pocket, he delicately dabs away your nose bleed and moves the hair out of the way of your face. He is wrought with fear and remorse when he catches a glimpse of your ghastly complexion. Crosshair curses himself for being so ignorant, and slowly hoists you into his arms to carry you back to the Marauder. His mind races back to everything he said to you in the heat of the moment, completely regretting all of it. All he wanted was for you to wake up and be okay.

• • •

You open your eyes to the gentle rhythm of his steps, pain coursing through your entire body, pulsing with each placement of his footing. You groan harshly and he acknowledges your consciousness by placing a soft kiss at the top of your head, signifying his presence.

"You passed out in the forest. I am here. I am so sorry. Please.. Forgive me... " Good thing your ear is resting against Crosshair's chest as he carries you inside because he was speaking so softly you wouldn't have been able to hear him. You're just happy to be in his embrace and not fighting anymore.

He places you on his bunk and immediately goes to find Tech to get assistance in relieving your pain. You're slowly slipping in and out of consciousness with Crosshair frantically explaining to Tech what happened, wondering if he can do anything to help. He can be hard to deal with sometimes but you know he loves you.

Echo😨

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The two of you were having a simple maintenance day by cleaning up around the ship and giving Tech a break by doing inventory. Once everything else was in order you found yourself helping Echo conduct adjustments his prosthetics. You've been having slight cramps for the past few hours but they've been quite manageable. But finally feeling your body go stagnant, it was as if it was a call to magnify your pain. With Echo's prosthetic leg settled onto your lap, you pause your polishing to rest your head on the cold metal.

"Hey, are you feeling okay?" Echo asks, his flesh hand finding its way to caress your back, lightly stroking it to ease your growing discomfort. Echo is no stranger to muscle spasms. It pained him to see you suffering the same fate. "Yeah, I'm fine. I already took medicine a few hours ago. I just... cramps started hitting me bad all of a sudden. It's nothing to worry about. I think I just need to get some water" You responded.

As soon as you tried to bring yourself to your feet your head felt lighter than air. You can't focus on anything due to your blurred vision. You got up way too fast and your body hasn't acclimated properly yet. The pain is growing stronger, agonizing as you collapse at echo's feet, completely overwhelmed.

"Oh shit!" Echo is quick to your side despite his compromised position on his bunk. He unfurls your contorted body and lays you flat on the floor to get a better look at you. He's painstakingly distraught, but that doesn't break his concentration from trying to help you as best as he can. His memory immediately reverts back to his medical guide book he would read in his downtime before becoming an ARC trooper. Particularly the ABCs in performing CPR.

He immediately took note of your airflow and breathing. Granted, it is quite labored but nothing out of the ordinary. He finds your pulse and realizes it's much fainter than it should be. Your fingers are stiff and frigid as he realizes you have incredibly poor circulation. Echo finds that he has leftover iron capsules on hand that Tech prescribed to him after he was rescued from Skako Minor. Taking his pillow off of his bunk, he lifts your head gently to cushion you from the floor of the hull before rummaging through his belongings to locate the bottle of iron capsules as well as acquiring his canteen of fresh water.

• • •

He doesn't force you into consciousness. He quietly waits for your body to slowly calibrate itself. You wake up to his handsome face eclipsing the fluorescent lights from stinging your eyes. "You scared me for a second there. Thought I lost ya... Here. Take this." Echo holds his hand out to give you a couple pills.

"No no no, I can't take more pain medicine yet. It hasn't been 6 hours-"

"It's not pain medicine. They are vitamins. Iron to be exact. I'll help with your circulation." he nods at you in affirmation while dropping the capsules into your palm. He is already prepared with water for you to wash them down.

"Looks like I'm helping you with adjustments now aren't I? You can hold on to those iron caps too. You seem to need them more than me " Echo smiles at you before helping you up into his bunk so that you may rest more comfortably, surrounded by his scent.

"Echo? Can... you lay down with me?" You beg, eyes full of love. How could he possibly deny you?

"Only because you asked so nicely. But please, if my prosthetics start to hurt you, let me know." With you in this condition the last thing he would want is to cause you any more unnecessary harm.

"You could never hurt me Echo. Come lay down." He complies and the two of you sleep together for the remainder of the night having felt extremely accomplished with the condition of the ship, as well as each other's well-being.

Wrecker🥺

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Wrecker noticed you weren't feeling well and he tried to make you smile as much as he could. He loved to attack you by pretending to be a tickle monster. The two of you would play fight for hours on end in his bunk, never stopping for a time out. All the activity really did have you feeling much better. That was of course until your aches came back with a vengeance. In the middle of Wrecker's vigorous tickles, you slip out of consciousness in a frightfully unexpected way. The pain that shot through you, you couldn't have possibly prepared for it. Within seconds you were absent in mind, body and soul.

Wrecker grunts in confusion, jostling you just a little bit to see if he can elicit a response. You're out cold. "What... What did I do?! TECH! COME QUICK!" Poor Wrecker thinks he hurt you but little does he know that he had nothing to do with your incapacitation. Tech enters the room and immediately asks what happened. "I-I don't know! We were just playing and I was tickling her and then she just... I don't know... "

"Wrecker, I promise you, you didn't hurt her." Tech says, consoling him. "Has she been complaining of cramps or pain at all today?"

"Yeah she-" he sniffles before clearing his throat, "she said her tummy hurt and I tried to make her feel better but now I think I made it worse... Is she going to be okay?" He asks while wiping tears from his eyes.

"On the contrary." Tech replies, putting Wrecker at ease. "Your playful distraction kept her pain at bay for most of it's duration. It is actually quite a thoughtful tactic. I guarantee you she appreciates your efforts." Tech smiles, giving Wrecker an encouraging pat on the back. "Just, with certain spasms stemming so suddenly, especially from someone with her condition, she has a tendency to go into shock. It's her body's defense mechanism in order to ride out the discomfort. I'll be back with some painkillers." Tech's logical attributes worked wonders to ease the irrational thoughts brewing in Wrecker's gentle mind.

• • •

Once Tech is back with medicine, Wrecker tucks you into his bunk and snuggles Lula up beside your head. The softness of the plushie rubbing against your cheek was a welcoming gift to be woken up to. You faintly see Tech's silhouette enter the room from your peripherals but you can't focus on anyone else just yet.

"Take it easy. Tech is here with medicine." Wrecker's voice is shaken as he speaks. You lock eyes with the massive clone and see that his are slightly bloodshot and swollen.

"Oh you poor thing... Did I scare you? I'm so sorry..." Your frantic apologies filled the room but they would not stand for it.

"Yes, you gave him quite the scare. But you needn't apologize. These things happen and I'm glad we're here to help you. Isn't that right, Wrecker?" Tech teases.

"I thought I hurt you..." He explains, wrought with worry.

"You had nothing to do with this. I promise. I'll be fine." You tell him while caressing his cheek. Now here you are consoling him instead of the other way around. Tech leaves the two of you to enjoy each other's company after administering your medicine. Wrecker lulls you to sleep by softly telling you silly jokes, a worthy adaptation to still have fun with you without triggering a harmful response. The last thing you remember before falling back to sleep was his adorable giggle, coupled with him softly tracing Lula's arm across your cheek.

Omega👩‍⚕️

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Omega had a idea that's something was wrong with you because you weren't as chipper as you typically are and she wasn't going to hide her blatant concern.

"You're not feeling well today, are you?" She inquires while her tiny hand reaching up to your forehead, seemingly checking your temperature.

"You noticed that, huh? Smart cookie." you tell her while chuckling to yourself. "You would be correct. However, I'm not sick in the sense that you're thinking."

"It's your period, isn't it?" Her deadpan respond caught you completely off guard. She was so young! Did she already know about all that?

"How do you know about that?" She laughs at your surprise.

"I was a medical assistant, remember? It would be counterproductive if I only knew about one side of the human organ systems." her adorable voice tells you matter of factly. Omega had such a way of making things seem so obvious that you feel silly that you didn't think of that before. For her age she really contained a massive amount of intelligence as well as common sense combined with her immaculate intuition.

"You are absolutely right. You never cease to surprise me, Omega." while struggling to finish your phrase, you could feel your spine tighten with every second that passed by. You let out a few distressed groans as you doubled over in agony, supporting yourself with your palms on your knees.

"You need to sit down! Get off your feet! You might pass out!" Omega is frantically trying to guide you up into her bedroom fashioned out of the gunners mount. It's her only place of comfort and solace and she wants to bring you into a much better environment. She climbs the steps and begins pulling you in with her. Despite her age and stature, she really is quite strong. She manages to help you inside only for you to collapse onto her cloud of pillows and blankets.

• • •

You don't know long you were out. It must have been a while because the sun was already setting and the lighting was dim in her room. You wake up to the sound of her voice saying "No! I'm staying until she wakes up!" Slowly opening your eyes, you see that everyone, including Omega, is at the foot of the gunners mount entrance, patiently waiting for you to awaken.

"What did I miss?" You laugh nervously.

"She's awake!" Omega exclaims before throwing herself at you for a hug.

"You had us worried for a moment there." Hunter tells you, smiling. "Luckily, Dr. Omega here knew exactly what to do and wouldn't leave your side for a second."

"Is that true?" You ask, clutching your hands to your heart.

"Of course it is." She confirms while placing Lula thoughtfully in your arms. "Because I know you would do the same for me!"

She insisted that she not leave your side for the rest of the night and Hunter couldn't possibly deny that. The two of you relaxed underneath her twinkly lights, talking about your favorite creatures you've encountered on different planets and what each one would be like to have as a pet. Agreeing to watch this unique little girl really brought out a wonderful motherhood connection in you that was dormant until she entered your life.