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In the Middle of the Night
Commander Wolffe hasn't always had the best bedside manner. Even though he might be rough around the edges,he really does care for his cyare.
Warnings: Sick reader. Mentions of vomit and being ill
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The words caught in your throat as you jolted awake, feeling like you'd just been electrocuted. The sheets on your bed were soaked and you felt like you'd just run a marathon.
"Y/n!" sounded a sleepy grunt. "You okay?"
You lay there blinking, trying to reorient yourself to your surroundings. Damnit. You hadn't had a nightmare in a while. They usually came when you were sick and right now you felt awful. You felt like you'd swallowed a lightsaber. Your lungs burned with every breath and your entire body ached. All you could do was groan in response.
A light switched on beside the bed illuminating the clone lying beside you. He sat up, instinctively reaching for the blaster he kept beside the bed, pausing when he realized there was no immediate danger. He ran a hand down his scarred face.
"Don't...feel...so...good" you managed to choke out; your voice was barely audible.
Commander Wolffe frowned as he looked at you lying beside him. "Kriff, you look terrible."
If you hadn't felt like death, you probably would have been offended by the callous remark but right now, your delirious mind thought that it was the funniest thing he'd ever said. Wolffe raised an eyebrow at your raspy giggles, then frowned again when they soon gave way to a painful cough. You tried to pull yourself to a sitting position. He sighed, pressing a strong hand to your shoulder.
"Just lie back, cyare. Don't get up, I'll bring you some water."
The Commander was right, sitting up was a bad idea. Your vision swam and you felt like a boat being tossed about in the sea. It was very reminiscent of the time when you had actually been in the oceans of Kamino on a boat. Seasickness. That's exactly how you felt right now. Except for this time you weren't on a boat - and this was much worse. A wave of nausea rolled over you.
"I'mma be sick," you slurred, gagging. Everything was blurry and slow. Fresher...make it to the fresher. It would be embarrassing, to say the least, if you were sick all over yourself in front of the Commander. You gagged again, unable to help yourself. Now Wolffe was wide awake.
"Oh, kriff! Uhm... Okay, hold on." He floundered around trying to find something to give you to be sick in.
You rolled over to the side of the bed in a delirious attempt to get to the fresher. You hit the floor with a thud.
"Shit, ok. Come on." He jumped out of bed, quickly slinging your arm over his shoulder like you were a solider he was dragging off the battlefield. A strong arm wrapped around your waist, jerking you to your feet. You felt heavy and weak, putting all of your weight on him. You didn't think you could carry yourself there at all and he could easily bear your weight.
"Alright, come on, cyare." His voice was still rough with sleep as he helped you stumble to the fresher. You vomited heavily into the vac-tube.
"There you go, cyar'ika." He brushed your hair back from your face. "Good girl, let it all out."
"I'm so sorry," you whispered. Your cheeks burned with embarrassment and you could feel the hot prickle of tears bloom from the corners of your eyes.
"Hey, don't be sorry. It happens to the best of us." He grunted as he slid to the floor beside you, handing you a wet washcloth.
"Not to you it doesn't!" Your voice cracked and the tears came then.
"That's because I'm a - " he paused, looking at your sickly tearstained faced. He shook his head and sighed, feeling slightly guilty. "Kriff, cyare. It's alright. I've gotcha." He pulled you gently into his chest. "I've got you. You're ok."
You lay your face onto his chest, shivering. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close.
You sniffed as your teeth chattered. "Kriff, why is your skin so cold?"
Wolffe chuckled, "It's not. You're just burning up. I'd say you've got a pretty high fever."
"Oh," was all that you could say. Whatever energy you'd had before was long ebbed away.
You whimpered as you felt the Commander lift you into his arms, taking you back to the bed.
"Please don't leave me." You whispered, suddenly panicked at the loss of contact as he lay you down and left the room. He came back with a glass of water and sat gently beside you.
"I'm not going anywhere, cyar'ika."
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