˚ ༘♡ ·˚꒰did you 𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖚𝖘𝖑𝖞 just 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖜 up a 𝖋𝖚𝖗𝖇𝖆𝖑𝖑? ꒱ ₊˚ˑ༄
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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 | ❛ SICK ❜
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WHEN YOU WOKE up, the first feeling that hit you was a headache. A bad headache. You had your share of headaches and being lightheaded and stuff, but this took the cake. It was like a knife digging into your skull, and for a moment, as you tried to open your eyes, you were blinded by an unnecessary bright light.
"She's burning up." A voice murmured, though it was muffled and sounded like it was underwater. You couldn't exactly identify it, for your headache was too painful to even think - which was a problem because you always seemed to be thinking.
"Is she going to explode!?" Another voice cried worriedly, their sharp mew making you pinch your eyes closed further.
"No, she's not going to explode." The first voice answered exasperatedly, a tint of annoyance clear in their voice.
"Are you sure?" You finally recognized the second voice to be fluffy Breakdown's. You could recognize his cute worry anywhere.
"Positive-"
The voice was interrupted by a moan of pain leaving your lips. A certain headache caused your body to squirm as you felt heat surround your body. Your clothes were clinging onto your sweaty form and you felt a large bead of sweat drip past your nose.
"She's waking up!"
Slowly, your eyes fluttered open and you couldn't help but frown again at the brightness.
"Too bright." You hissed, though it came out slurred. Your throat was dry and raspy and your lips were chapped and parched. You were dehydrated.
"Someone close the curtains!" A voice demanded, and through a blurry vision, you recongnized the muscled frame of Megatron who sat on your coffee table alongside his Decepticats. A few cats scurried to do the task, and you relaxed as darkness surrounded the room once more. "Y/N. Y/N! Stay awake! Are you alright?"
"Fine." You muttered, trying to sit your elbows up on the couch only to have a thick paw push your chest back down, surprisingly.
"You need to rest." Breakdown said softly, concern and worry filled his tone. "Knockout says you have a high fever. Your body is producing sweat, your mind is sending you frequent headaches and migraines, and your words are slurring."
"Mm..." you didn't know how to reply and instead rested your head back on the couch's arm. With your eyes half-closed, you lazily watched the Decepticats group up and whisper amongst themselves. Even though you were practically laying beside them, it felt like you were miles away. You could barely hear their voices and it wasn't long before you fell back asleep.
