She-Ra fics (2018)

Angelic love 2/6 - Recovery (sickness)

In which Adora recovers after the infection at the Northern Reach.

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The headache pounding behind her eyes should've been enough of an indicator that she was gonna have a rough day. But, as per usual, Adora pushed it to the back of her mind, focusing on the tasks ahead. The headache only continued to grow with each passing hour, building behind her eyes, thumping in time with her pulse.

She wasn't stupid; she'd had a migraine before. Only a handful of times, granted, but as much as the Horde "strongly discouraged" any show of weakness, certain medical issues that couldn't be cured (like diabetes and migraines) with magical intervention, they begrudgingly accepted that those who were unlucky enough to suffer from them had to have certain schedule alterations periodically.

The migraines were particularly horrible after the First One's virus she had back in Dryl. The migraine in the following days had been so blinding, that any form of light or sound made her sob under the covers until she passed out. So the pounding behind her eyes was easily explained, thanks to her former best friend.

Catra had almost seemed... concerned back in the Northern Reach. She went as far as hesitantly holding back Adora's hair as she violently threw up for several hours after the incident. It was the closest to the Catra she grew up with that Adora had seen in over a year. Until Glimmer arrived. Catra sneered and kicked her in the side hard enough to send her onto her side.

With each minute that passed, the migraine grew and grew, bringing along its best friends; nausea and aches!

She could tell Bow was aching to question her.
"Why are you here, Adora? You're sick. Go rest," Is what he'd say. "Yeah, Adora. I don't wanna catch whatever you've got!" Glimmer would laugh.

But she wasn't sick; not with something that could be passed at least.

So she soldiered on.

~POV change~

Angella knew something was wrong. Not with the Rebellion; no. That was functioning just fine, thriving, if she dared to hope. Thanks to mainly her daughter and her friends... but there was something wrong. Bow seemed as chipper as always; something Angella, whilst she appreciated it, found slightly concerning. The boy never seemed to have a down day... Adora on the other hand, was almost the ying to his yang. Where he was overly confident in a plan, Adora brought the reality forward. Where Bow was too chipper after a failed mission, Adora kept him tied to the ground.

So, when she was eerily silent in the meeting after the Northern Reach, Angella allowed Glimmer to take charge of the meeting whilst she observed the blonde heroine. Her skin was pale, clammy even. In her eighteen months at Brightmoon, Angella had never seen the girl so pale. And that included several instances of close calls... ones which shook Angella to her core.

The scariest one to date was after the battle of Brightmoon. She'd been busy keeping the moonstone lit and charged, missing the entire battle. Adora led the charge, successfully preventing the Horde from taking over. It wasn't until Angella visited the wounded later that evening did she realise the damage. Bow had a sprained wrist, Glimmer had a small concussion, but Adora took the brunt, as "the heaviest hitter"

Her back was a mess, ten angry slashes from shoulder to hip; red and oozing blood through the bandages. She was pale; paler than Angella had ever seen her. It scared her, to be honest. How could somebody's ex-best friend do that much damage and simply be okay with it? Just walk away, as they lay bleeding out?

Glimmer wrapped the meeting up with a flourish; cake to be brought for everyone in the grand hall by nightfall. Angella didn't miss the sour twist on Adora's face. With a frown, she followed the young girl back to her bedroom. "Your Majesty?" A voice interrupted her mission. Angella resisted the urge to dismiss the person but saw the blonde had already fled her eyesight.