My Baby (Sun/Moon x Reader)

Of Wolves and Chickens

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(Date of edit: 2024/7/9)

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When you reached the right section, you realized it was, indeed, a little more than just crowded. People were either holding their broken limbs or others who already had a cast on—here to either get it checked in or removed. And lord, was it more crowded than the main waiting hall.

The nurse takes your name and the paper, sliding it through a door and telling you to wait. Looking around, you find a seat near another alien and sit on it, Moon still holding you like a lifeline. Shifting your bag with your hand—which was a little difficult, you open it, seeing the snacks you had in there. "Moon, are you hungry?" You loosen your hold on them, urging them tenderly to look your way.

For some reason, the lights weren't as blinding here. The X-ray rooms were usually dark, but you didn't remember the halls and waiting areas had to be. Though, you were glad, both for your headache and for Moon.

Speaking of, Moon grunts something out as an answer. His voice is raspier than Sun's—it could be just because of the water they had to throw up earlier. After a bit, they nod, removing their head to stare up at you, albeit their eyes were narrowed and lidded to slits from the light and exhaustion.

"I bought you two some from the store. Sun didn't eat much." You shifted them so they were sitting on your lap sideways, then put the bag on theirs. "Here. We're gonna have to wait a little bit, so eat in the meantime."

Moon looked up at you, then at the bag. Sneaking a hand out of the warmth of the coat, they reach to grab the first thing in there—a donut. Opening the package, Moon sniffs it once before diving into the sweetened treat. You had hoped to get them something healthier, especially with their sick appearance, but the store only had so much that could be eaten right away.

Moon's sharp teeth break the soft bread easily, and, halfway there, they pause to get a juice box.

You let him enjoy his meal, even though he was eating a little too fast for their stomach's sake. Instead, you focus back on anything and everything, mind reeling in thoughts—some were aggressive and others were melting with sympathy.

The two were scared and small and frail and you just had to do something for them. You wouldn't call it pity—not ever—but rather the ever-soft heart you have toward those who need help—how could you not? How could you not care at all? It just wasn't possible—it isn't coded in you and will never be. It's a gift of sorts, you'd believe, to be kind when no one else is.

You should find a way to release the anger you have, however, else it might become a problem...

"They are like—so cute!" A voice said from beside you and you looked, finding your eyes locked with purplish ones. "Ah! I didn't mean to be nosy." You watched as the alien—another Glamrock, like doctor Freddy, raise a hand to rub at her head sheepishly.

She had feather-like fur, white in color, with random symbols on her face not unlike Freddy's "lightning". The Glamrock specimen really reminded you of animals on Earth, especially since the Glamrock in front of you looks like a duck—or maybe a chicken.

Ah! Even her feet looked like one. Isn't that a surprise?

"I'm Chica!" She finally introduces herself.

You blink, sneaking a hand to shake hers, and introduced yourself. The feathers were really soft, you absentmindedly noted.

Chica leans in, as if trying to whisper a secret, and you unconsciously lean back in turn. This doesn't deter her, however, as Chica speaks, "I didn't want to, like, sound rude or anything!" She waves her feathered hands about, "Sorry..."