Skid and pump oneshots

skid and pump oneshots #5

Pump pov
Pump noticed something was wrong with skid. He looked more tired than usual, and wasnt as cheery. "Lets go play spooky tag!" He probably just needed air! He perked up when he heard that. He quickly got up, and we both ran out the door together. He was it.

We went into the backyard, and skid gave me a 5 second head start. I was having fun, the wind blowing against my arms as i ran. "You'll never catch me skid!" I yelled confidently. I noticed he didn't answer back. "Skid?" I looked behind me to see skid, on the ground. His breathing was heavy and shaky. "Skid!" I yelled out. I sprinted toward him. "A-are you okay??" I was freaking out. He didn't seem hurt, but he seemed exhausted. It looked like he had passed out. Concerning, but at least he hadn't been hurt.

He immediately became much more concerned when he touched him. He was burning hot! Even in the whipping wind, he was scorching hot! This wasn't good. I lifted him up, and put him on my back. Lila was gone for work.
Of course. I hurried inside. I laid him down on the couch. I was worried. How long has he been like this? Why didn't he tell me?! I know why. Because its skid! Skid doesn't like others worrying about him. He could be on the verge of death, and he'd say he was fine. I chuckled. It was nice to worry about him for a change instead of the other way around.

Skid was naive, but he was the most loyal friend you could ask for. He smiled as he wet a towel. Whenever his sister was sick, his parents always did this. He wrung the towel and put it on skids forehead. He seemed to relax a bit. He slouched down. He probably wasn't waking up for a while, but that was okay. He needed it anyway. He put on a spooky movie to watch while he waited for skid to wake up.

About halfway through the movie, skid woke up. He still looked exhausted, but smiled when he saw pump. "What happened? Last thing I remember is playing tag." "You passed out!" Pump told him. Skid looked surprised. "Really? ....wow." Skid said. He went into a coughing fit not long after. I hurried to get him some water. He took it, and drank about half of it. "Thanks pump, you really didn't have to do this. I was fine-" i cut him off.

"Of course i had to! You've got to let people worry about you. You're probably hungry. Ill make some chicken noodle soup." I went to the kitchen to start searching for a can. "Im still fine." Skid chimed in. I ignored him. He needed help, and he was gonna get it. Skid contradicted himself. He started coughing and sneezing uncontrollably. He obviously wasn't fine. I finally found a can.

Pump had taught himself how to microwave chicken noodle soup by watching his parents do it for his sister every time she gets sick. He put it in the microwave. Skid was still sneezing. He got a box of tissues and put it next to skid. The soup was done. He took it out of the microwave, grabbed a spoon, and gave it to skid. He ate fast. He must have been starving. After he finished, i took him to his room.

He got on the bed and I pulled the blanket over him. I was about to leave until he called out. "Can you stay and talk with me?" I knew he needed the sleep, but i complied anyway. I sat on a bean bag in his room. "Thank you for taking care of me. Im really thankful for it." Skid thanked me. "Absolutely no problem dude. Friends help each other. ...but don't you want to change out of your costume? It must be uncomfortable. Ill turn around." I did as i said and turned around. A few minutes later, skid said "I'm done!" And got back in bed. I took that as a sign to sit back down. I plopped back on the bean bag. We talked about tons of things until we eventually fell asleep talking.