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You were one of the most recent proxies, Slender introducing you to Masky, Hoodie, and Kate only a day and half after Toby had shown up.
It had been several months since then and Toby had gotten much much closer to them and was already making himself at home. You however were much quieter and incredibly shy.
Today you were supposed to get back from one of your solo missions, which gave Hoodie some time to think about you.
You interested him like no other. You were so shy and so reserved. Barely spoke and you were very focused at work. You barely strayed from missions, unlike Toby who let himself walk around town and shoplift CDs or other junk he found interesting.
Hoodie liked watching and you didn't give him much of the chance to observe your behavior, with you being such a shut in. He barely knew anything about you.
Being so lost in his thoughts about you 2 new comers, mainly curious thoughts about you and exasperated ones of Toby, he barely registered the front door slamming shut.
You were home, looking incredibly worn down. Your mask was slid half off your face and the front of your jacket had a huge tear running down it diagonally. Your boots were caked in mud and dragged across the floor, barely picking your feet up to take the next step. You put your gun near the umbrella holder, propping it up. He leaned his chair back to get a closer peak at you in the doorway. He strained his eyes but he swore he could see a chunk of your gun's barrel that had been blown off at the end.
You stepped on the back of your shoe with your other foot and slid it off and kicked it harshly, not caring where it landed. He watched your figure kick off the other shoe and walk back to another room. He could hear you kick something and when you emerged he noticed the first aid kit in your hands. You walked to the kitchen table he was sitting at, taking the seat farthest from him.
He watched you open the kit and begin to lift up your pant leg, revealing a huge gash running down it. It looked nasty even to him. He left the two of you in silence, you were clearly not happy and he knows first hand how it is. He didn't ask how you got it and he didn't press for details about the mission or how you were feeling. When you got up and left for your room he didn't follow either.
Best leave it for tomorrow morning, he thought.
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That morning it was just him and Masky, sitting at the dining table. Toby was still asleep and Kate was off getting groceries.
“I'm gettin worried about Y/N.”
Masky looked upwards at his partner.
“Why?”
“She stormed in last night, clearly had a tussle with her mission. She's been quieter than usual too. She's not warming up to us like she should be. Toby's already made himself a home and she's barely set one foot in the door.”
“So? She had a tussle, we all do.”
Hoodie let a minute or two go past.
“Okay okay, I get it. You wanna check on her?”
Hoodie got up, not bothering to push his chair in. The two men walked down the hallway to your room as they noticed a soft whimpering sound. Were you hurt? Was all Hoodie was thinking, remembering the gash on your leg you stitched up last night. Or could you be crying?
They stopped at your door and the occasional whimper and sniffles were louder. Masky brought his hand up to knock rhythmically, waiting to hear the sound of your footsteps come but they didn't.
“Y/N?”
They waited a moment before Masky reached down to open the door, revealing a shivering sweating whimpering you tangled up in your blankets. You were tossing and turning, trying to find a position that would alleviate your pain but it was no use. Nothing seemed to still the havoc in your body.
“Y/N?”
Hoodie walked over to the edge of your bed, taking his glove off. He pressed it to your forehead, surprised by how hot you felt. He gave Masky a nod as he left to grab the thermometer.
Masky took off his gloves and jacket, setting his mask along with his stuff on the back of your chair.
“How ya feelin kid?”
You didn’t answer, only letting out a whimper while clutching your stomach tighter.
“Tim, I think I'm gonna throw up..” You groaned at the end of your statement, tossing onto your back.
“Ya need to go to the bathroom? Or should I get you a bowl?” He questioned.
Before you could answer the both of you heard the door open. Hoodie walked in, having shed his mask and hoodie leaving him in a black wife beater.
“Open your mouth for me” Brian said while reaching to hold your chin.
“I'll go get a bowl for you kiddo.” Tim left to retrieve the popcorn bowl the 5 of you used as a puke bowl.
“102. Geez Y/N why didn’t you come get us? You know we're always here to help.” Brian said.
“I know.. but I can handle this on my own, I swear.” You huffed which caused you to spiral into a coughing fit.
Brian grabbed an old water bottle from your desk and held it to your lips.
“Drink slow small sips sweetheart. Don't want you chokin and makin it worse.” He said.
The water was cool enough to calm your throat, but you still felt so hot and sweaty. You still felt like hurling. You didn't have to wait long though, because Tim came in carrying cough medicine, a bowl, and several other things.
“Here you go kid, I've also got you some cold meds.” You hurriedly grabbed at the bowl, spewing yesterday's lunch into it. Everything hurt, from the tips of your toes to the top of your head. You were so hot but so cold and you couldn't stop the shakes that racked your body.
You felt steady hands push you down slowly onto the mattress, ever so slightly propped up on the pillows. Something cold and wet was placed to your forehead causing you to shudder.
“Just go to sleep angel, we're right here and we're gonna make sure you feel better.”
You felt something cold press to your lips and you were too in pain to shoo it away. You let Brian feed you the liquid cough medicine and the cold meds. You just felt so shitty.
Their voices were indiscernible, the fever causing the words and accents to blur together into one. You felt hands rest on your tummy, offering gentle soft rubs. Occasionally the hand would massage into your tummy and knead tenderly.
“Tomorrow how about we get you some juice. And we can watch that movie you like too. Maybe even give you some TLC. We know you like that movie about the wedding dresses. You're gonna feel so much better kid. Promise.”
You were so sleepy and warm and the boys were just telling you all the right things. Your eyes flutter shut allowing the calloused hands rub your soft tummy.
Knead
Knead
Knead
“So sleepy, yeah? Just go to bed hun.” Were the last words you heard as the southern pull of one of the boys' voices dragged you into a restful slumber.