Tiny + Glitchy (N x Uzi Agere Sickfic)

Tiny + Glitchy

Ugh, I'm fine. No need to worry N over nothing. Uzi rubbed at her visor as she looked around her room. Then she curled up into herself. N's gonna be here soon, I should probably get up.

Uzi rolled out of bed, fixing her beanie and trying to ignore the glitchy feeling in her stomach. She quickly picked a few things up off the floor, more careful than usual to avoid losing her balance.

Then she heard a knock on her bedroom door. Stepping over to open it, she prepared herself to act like she was fine. She waved as she opened the door, knowing it would only be N on the other side, since her dad was currently out fixing other doors. Or making out with them, who knows. (He wouldn't be back until tomorrow afternoon, so they had plenty of time to hang out uninterrupted.)

N seemed to notice something was wrong as he greeted her with a hug. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Just a little tired, I don't know what the hell is up with my sleep mode." Uzi rubbed her visor again and led N over to the bed. She really didn't want to be on her feet any longer than she had to be.

N noticed the excessive heat coming from Uzi. "You sure you're okay? Do you need me to go get you some oil?" He held Uzi a little tighter.

Well, this was a problem. Uzi knew any oil she tried to drink would just come back up, but refusing the offer would also be suspicious. "No thanks." She shook her head and leaned her head on N's shoulder.

"...Are you sure about that? I'm pretty sure you're overheating." He squeezed Uzi one more time before standing up. "I'm just getting you some oil. I'll be right back." Then he was gone.

Shit. This wasn't going to go well. Uzi groaned in annoyance, hoping she wouldn't have to bother N. Because she knew he would worry about her, and then she'd feel bad. He was already going this far out of his way for her.

"Here you go, buddy. Let's see if this helps." N handed her a cup of oil before sitting back down. He wrapped an arm around Uzi once again as she looked at the cup of oil guiltily. He had brought it to her, and she wished she could drink it. But she knew it would just come back up.

They sat in silence for a few minutes, just enjoying each other's company. But N had noticed Uzi wasn't drinking her oil. "How come you aren't drinking your oil? Do you feel glitchy?"

Uzi froze. Oh Robo-God, he figured it out. I probably should've expected that, but still. Now I'm going to be a bother. "I'm fine," she eventually managed to say.

"You're obviously not fine; you're not drinking your oil. It's alright if you don't feel good. I don't mind taking care of you." N held Uzi closer, setting the cup of oil on the nightstand.

Uzi found herself cuddling closer to N, despite telling herself she shouldn't be so clingy.

"Do you think the oil would come back up? Is that why you aren't drinking it?" N started rubbing Uzi's back gently, trying to provide some sort of comfort. It was obvious to him she was glitching. He knew this was just something that happened to her specific model occasionally, but that didn't mean it was any fun.

"I told you, I'm fine. You don't need to worry about me." Uzi knew this was starting to become a losing battle, but she kept fighting. She didn't want to be a bother.

"Buddy... you know I don't mind taking care of you. Come on, tell me what's hurting you. Please?" N's tone was almost pleading.

"I don't want to bother you. I'm fine." Uzi almost made the sentences sound fairly normal, before a sharp pain in her stomach had her grabbing for the trash can.

N was forced to put the comment about not wanting to bother him aside for the moment as he held Uzi's hair back out of her face. "Hey... you're going to be alright. Just get all this up. I bet that'll help a lot." N couldn't really do a whole lot more than hold her hair back and talk to her, given he only had two hands.