Adopted by Stucky

35- i am not sick

The next morning, when you woke up, papa was awake and dad was still snoring lightly,
"Morning sweetheart" papa whispered

"Hey papa" you said, it was obvious you had just woken up as your voice was raspy, you snuggled into him, your arms screaming in pain, but you were hiding it to the best of your ability
"You ok sweetheart" papa asked suspiciously

"Yea, must of slept on my arm wrong" you corrected
He was still suspicious but didn't push it. You could tell he wanted to but he didn't.

"Morning you two" dad spoke
"Hey, honey did we wake you?" Papa asked
"Yes but it's no big deal, I need to get up anyway" he said looking at the clock, it was 8am which was a huge sleep in for you and your parents, they both got up but you couldn't be bothered

You groaned as it suddenly got cold,
"Come on doll you need to get up" dad explained
"Whyyyy? It's a Sunday" you whined
"Ok fine, we'll leave you to it, but don't forget to see Bruce to take your meds" dad advised
"Yea sure"

About an hour later you were still in bed, you were sweating but felt really cold, and feeling really nauseous, all of a sudden your mouth started to water

You jumped up and ran like Usain Bolt to the toilet,
Once you were done, you slumped against the wall, and groaned, you grabbed the trash can, in your room and put it by your bed, for if you needed to throw up again, but you just got into bed, and fell back to sleep

Noon:

You woke up to a knock at your door
"Hey y/n, are you ok? It's noon and you haven't got up yet, and you haven't taken your meds" it was Bruce
Why Bruce of all people? You thought

You dragged yourself up, holding the puke down that wanted to explode and answered the door
"Hi, Yea I'm fine just tired" you said lying, it was becoming second nature now, to lie.
"You sure, you look ill" he said
But before you could answer,
You had to run to the bathroom and throw up

"Yea, no, I lied I'm not ok, can you get my dads please?" You said feeling like a piece of shit, you didn't care all you wanted were your dads "it's just a stomach flu, Bruce, I can sense your worry from over here" you said with a small smirk on your face
"Yea, maybe I should run some tests just to be safe, I can do them in your room" he said worried

"Ugh. Fine. If it helps you sleep at night" you said slightly annoyed "but please just get my dads" you begged, you threw up again
"Yea, I will" he stated
"Thank you" you said weakly

A few minutes later both of your dads burst threw the door and papa held your hair up, whilst dad rubbed your back
"It's ok doll we're here now" dad comforted

Once you were done, you lent into dad and his metal arm cooled your head, even though you felt freezing, papa picked you up and put you on his hip, he asked
"Do you want to go and watch a movie in the lounge?" You just nodded slowly

He carried you out of your room and into the lounge with your head resting on his shoulder, dad grabbed a bin and put it next to you, he also grabbed loads of blankets and wrapped you up, both of them got in next to you, dad to your right and papa on your left

He put on y/f/m (your fave movie) and you just sat up together snuggled up

At the end of the movie, you felt safe in between your dads, and Bruce walked in, but because you were up, you thought it just be easier if he did the tests in his lab, so dad carried you to the lab because you were to weak to walk

"Ok, y/n I just wanna make sure it's just the stomach flu and nothing else" he explained
"Yea, well I am fine" you paused
"Just can't stop throwing up" you finished, dad put you on the medical table/bench thingy and sat next to you, holding you in his arms, Bruce took some blood and other doctor stuff, he said something like you had a fever of 102.2 f (39c) and needed to put in a drip because of how high it was, or something like that you didn't really remember apart from waking up in bed a couple hours later, in your dads arms, once again. You had completely forgotten about your little 'episode' the night before and that you had cuts on your arms that possibly needed stitches until you woke up, but no one mentioned it so you thought you were in the all clear
"Hey sweetheart how you feeling?" Papa asked
"Like shit" you said
"Imma let that slide" he said and you all started laughing
"So doll" dad started
"Oh god, If this is about my bandages-" you were interrupted
"We don't want to talk about it, no one has looked at them yet, so whilst it's just the three of us we just wanted to check on them" dad explained, you just groaned
"I want to say no, but I probably haven't got a choice, so fine" you said rolling your eyes, you were still pretty weak so dad carried you into the en-suite bathroom whilst papa took of your hoodie that they had helped you put on the night before
"Before you ask, no I don't have a reason to do this, I just get urges to" you said quickly
"And like we said, if you don't want to talk about it, you don't have to, we just want to look" he said gently, they both took one arm each carefully, you were looking at them both waiting for them to react

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