Cosmo's oneshots / drabbles

Whumptober day 20 - Emotional angst

[rewrite of a scene from 'though you annoy me, i'll take your hand in mine any day']

MePhone felt dazed when he woke up. Off, but he couldn't really... Put much of a name to it all. Something just felt deeply wrong, but... Seeing as he was in his shared bed with OJ, he figured maybe he had just woken up from a bad dream that he thankfully didn't remember, or... Or something. He was still tired though, and a little warm, just choosing to nuzzle up to the other a bit, letting out a yawn. OJ just chuckled, looking at him. He was sitting up, reading a book. If MePhone paid any attention, he would've noticed the book itself didn't make sense. Jumbled words. No connection. Something was very wrong.

But he wouldn't notice. He was tired, and warm, but... Comfortable. He felt safe, even through these weird feelings, just lying with his boyfriend.

"Clingy today, huh." OJ huffed out through a smile, his gaze still on the other as the robot rested his head in the others lap.

MePhone just let out a small hum. He didn't want to move much, just wanting to enjoy this. He felt like he had been so stressed lately for some reason, so this was a nice distraction. A lovely slow moment where he didn't need to think too hard about things.

It was nice like this for a while, before OJ shifted a bit, placing the ineligible book down on the nightstand on his side of the bed.

"I need to get up,"

"Why?" MePhone mumbled out, moving to wrap his arms around the others waist. He wanted to enjoy this moment. To soak in the comfort. OJ worked every day. He could afford to spend a little more time with his partner, surely.

"You know why, MePhone," His tone was amused. "I have so much to do, everyone else depending on me to keep things stable here,"

"Yeah, well... Other people can do that too." He sighed out, not budging.

OJ just sighed, moving to get up anyways. MePhone felt embarrassed by the whine that left him as the other escaped his half-hearted grasp. He opened his eyes a bit, looking up at him. Why was he so tired? Why was he still so... So warm? Was this normal? Why wouldn't it be..?

He reached out, grabbing at his shirt with a weak, tired grasp.

"Come back to bed,"

"MePhone, come on."

"It's so early, please?" He muttered out.

OJ tapped his foot against the carpeted floor of the room, clearly thinking. Clearly making a big deal about it with a big sigh.

"Fine, I guess I could stay a little longer," He caved.

MePhone scooted back over to give him space to lay back down, the two just soaking in a shared comfort.

But... That didn't last long. MePhone winced, the weird, awful, wrong feeling kicking back in so suddenly out of nowhere. It was dizzying. He lifted a hand to his screen face, letting out a whine. OJ just let out a small hum. It sounded almost curious.

"Are you hurting?" What should've been concern just sounded like something else. Something MePhone couldn't really put a name to through the pain. It felt hazy, really. He hated how bad it hurt.

"Y- yeah,"

"Oh, that's a shame, isn't it," His tone soft, but not genuine. It only made MePhone feel more sick as he realized this.

"Whuh... What? Why are you-- ack--" He winced again, shutting his eyes tight. Letting out a sharp gasp as OJ's hold on him seemed to tighten.

"OJ-- I- I think something's... Wrong," He opened his eyes again, blinking rapidly as his breathing picked up. It hurt. Everything hurt. His head and chest felt like it was on fire-- was he sick? What... What was happening? He didn't... He didn't understand. He was just so scared, and OJ wasn't helping, and--