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Pain.
All he felt was pain.
Yesterday, Crosshair felt like his limbs were burning,they still felt that way, but now he was cold.
And now he was shivering, dank farrik.
"Hey Cross, you alright?"
Why couldn't anyone just leave him alone. Especailly in the morning; what was it with everyone but him being a morning person?
Echo put down the datapad he was looking at and went to Crosshair's side, he didn't even have to be close to tell that the sniper was shivering.
"I'll be right back, I'm just grabbing blankets."
Echo then ran out of the room, Crosshair was left alone shivering.
It was weird, he was hot and cold and shivering at the same time and just wanted to go back to sleep. At least it was morning now, the last time he awoke it was at some unholy hour. The IV was still there too.
Kriff, did Echo mean tomorrow night?
He'd have to ask him when he got back. If not, mabye he could get Hunter to, he probably still felt bad.
Crosshair would never use his brothers feelings to manipulate anything else. But he wanted this thing out. He did not want this thing in all day. The longest he'd ever had one in before was only for five hours; followed by several panic attacks that progressively got worse.
Mabye it was childish to want it out too soon, but he didn't really care this time. The needle was in for it's time, now it could go. He would've ripped it out right there and then if not for Echo returning.
"Here, and Wrecker wanted me to give you Lula."
Ah, yes. The tooka doll that instantly made Crosshair feel even more like a child.
He was gonna be offered candy next.
Echo didn't wrap him with the blankets, thank the force, but that didn't change how ridiculous Crosshair felt wrapped up with several blankets, some of them even looking like several blankets on there own, with three covering his legs still shivering.
It was then of all moments that Hunter decided to walk in carrying two mugs handing one to Crosshair and the other to Echo.
Crosshair immediately handed it back not wanting to throw up again.
"It's hot cocoa. I'm not giving you coffee when you're sick."
"Can't have it."
Crosshair glared at the wall, Hunter was gonna make him eat something whether it be that or something else, and he would probably just throw whatever it was up.
"Mines still coffee right?"
Crosshair scoffed at that. He didn't think the reg got much sleep, but now he knew for sure.
Crosshair didn't listen to their conversation after that, deciding that the tube coming out of his arm was more interesting then whatever they were arguing about, probably Echo's sleep.
If he focused, he could feel the needle in his forearm and all he wanted to do was pull it out. He didn't realize that he was about to till Hunter grabbed his arm.
"Lets not do that yet okay."
"How much longer?"
The question was derected to Echo who sighed in responce.
"Three more."
Obviously, Echo meant hours, but it didn't help Crosshair who was on the verge of yet another panic attack. He would just wait for them both to be distracted before he'd yank it out.
Unfortunetly, Hunter took notice, and purposly kept his eyes on the sniper.
Crosshair would've glared at him, but that would've proved that he was in fact thinking of pulling it out, so he glared at the wall. He wasn't gonna get this thing out until Echo allowed it, even though he knew he needed it.
Hunter had already left the room which meant he was most definetly gonna grab Crosshair something to eat, no matter how much he protested. Crosshair never normally ate alot, but Hunter still made sure he at least got two full meals. So with Crosshair eating nothing but half a muffin yesterday, he was in for it. Although it wasn't really his choice to not be able to eat yesterday, so mabye Hunter would go easy.
Hunter then walked back in with what looked to be sliced meiloorun, and it was. He put it next to Crosshair and made a face that clearly stated, "you better eat at least some of that," before leaving again.
Crosshair was able to eat two peices then before Tech walked in and started rambling on about how Echo should've come to get him last night and about more dangers the flu had that needed to be properly taken care of. He also readjusted the IV in his arm because apparently it had shifted in his sleep last night, which felt kriffin weird.
Crosshair knew his brother meant well, but he could've warned him that it was gonna poke around in his arm more.
Echo had a look of apology on his face when Tech was done, and handed him another blanket.
He didn't even realize he was shivering again, except in wasn't shivering. He was figiting.
Good thing Echo thought it was shivering, or else he'd be forced to talk again.
He ate mabye two more meiloorun slices before he started feeling dizzy.
Tech had started talking to him then, but he couldn't really make anything of it.
"-shair. Crosshair!"
"eed to st-"
"What.." he couldn't really see anymore everything was fuzzy.
"-shair! You need to stay awake!"
Awake? Weren't you surrposed to sleep when you were sick?
What something over his face? his hand felt something soft. Bedding? Those millions of blankets? Oh, Lula. That's why he felt paint. He remembered when Wrecker first got Lula, they each sewed a limb on.
"-at's he saying-"
"Delusional mab-"
That was the last thing Crosshair heard before the darkness took over.
He felt pressure on his leg when he awoke.
Dim lighting, so it wasn't Kamino.
His arm had an IV, an oxygen mask was on his face, and Wrecker had his arms and head on Crosshair's leg, that explained the pressure.
What didn't make sence was that his hand was wrapped.
"Hey, you're back on Pantora, you're okay. We're all here."
That was Hunter. Crosshair did a quick check to see if everyone really was there.
Echo, sleeping in a chair, Tech, visably awake now and watching him, Wrecker, asleep on his leg, and Hunter, standing next to him.
"Why's my hand wrapped?"
"As unconscious as you were, you were still aware of Wrecker holding you to get you of the ship. He was mostly able to keep you from hitting yourself or him, but you ended up hitting Gonky."
"You owe him an apology, left a pretty good dent in him," Hunter said with a half grin.
The others always liked that droid too much. Especially Wrecker, if he wasn't hugging Lula, he was lifting or hugging Gonky. As much as Crosshair could bad mouth the droid though, he couldn't, the thing was actually kind of nice and didn't really complain about Crosshair's snark. And at least he knew when to leave someone alone.
"Nurse should come back soon, after you're clear they said they'll discharge you."
"What happend?"
There were still a lot of blank spots left from who knows how long ago. Hunter took a breath to explain, but Tech beat him to it.
"We came here immediately after you passed out, it was the closest inhabited planet with the equipment you would need. Echo and I kept you sable till we arrived, then Wrecker attempted to run you to the nearest urget care, whilst you injured your hand. A pantoran nurse took you while we waited around two hours before they let us in here, then waited around three hours before you awoke. Wrecker and Echo fell asleep 30 miniutes ago."
Crosshair was sitting up now, and everyhting seemed to fit into place. He felt almost numb now instead of that burning cold feeling he felt earlier.
"When you do get discharged, you need to take it easy. Nurse said the only reason they'ld discharge you soon is because Tech is certified. If you don't take it easy then we're coming right back here. Understood?"
Crosshair nodded.
"Can I take this thing off my face now?"
"If the nurse yells at you, it's not my fault."
Against Tech's protests, Crosshair took off the oxygen mask. Echo and Wrecker awoke soon after, and Wrecker somehow got Crosshair to hold Lula, to everyone's surprise.
The nurse came in not too soon after and gave Tech some kind of medication and thankfully, for Crosshair's sake, it was in a pill form.
Crosshair's flu lasted for a little less than two more days after that before he was finally able to eat without feeling weird.
And Wrecker made him apologize to Gonky for the now almost permanent dent in his side.
After he left the urgent care, Crosshair didn't throw up again, thank the maker, but he did feel sick for a miniute when he opened the Marauder's frigde the next morning and found two uneaten muffins.
He gave them to Wrecker, who very much enjoyed the treat, not understanding until later that his little brother was now scarred for life.