Don't Come Back For Me

Get Well Soon.

       The next day, you woke up around 2PM to your phone buzzing on the side table. The tv was still on when you opened your eyes, lifting your heavy, tired arm to grab the device before it stopped ringing.

        "Hello?" Your voice was strained as you lay down, letting gravity keep the phone against your ear. "H-Hey, (Y/N), Ri-Rick wanted m-me to see how you we-were feeling." 

       "I'm feeling less-than-royal, Morty." You groaned, raising a hand to rub your forehead. You heard Morty tell Rick exactly what you said, including the 'less-than-royal' bit. "S-So you're no-not feeling any- any better, th-then?" 

       "Yea, nope. My body hates me." Your voice was very soft, quiet. "I'd say I'm worse than I was last night."

        You heard Morty telling somebody everything you had said and assumed he was still telling Rick. "Um," he was back to talking to you, "Mom says t-to ask if you want me to-to bring s-some soup ov-over."

       "No, it's fine. I don't want you out and walking right now. It's getting colder, I don't need you freezing because I got sick, bud." You rubbed your eyes, sighing lightly.

       "I-I don't mind. Pl-Plus I-I could always get Ri-Rick to portal over there o-or something." You heard a voice in the background complaining. You chuckled, "Nah. Doesn't sound like something he'd wanna do."

       "Hold o-on, I'm gon-gonna put you on-on speaker. I gotta dry di-dishes." You heard a button press, the sound interrupting the call momentarily, before Morty spoke again, "A-Alright. R-Really, though, I-I don't mi-mind, i-if you want me to br-bring something over."

       You laughed airily, "Nah, really. I'm fine. I'm just gonna watch cartoons for a bit and snuggle a pillow or something, I dunno. Kinda wish I had a cat or something right now." You laughed, "Something to keep me warmer 'cause hot damn am I cold." You coughed slightly, reaching down to grab the water bottle and taking a large drink.

        "Really though, I think I'm good. I can kinda walk around, I got this." You heard plates clinking together, the sound making your ears ring. "I-I really do-don't mind. O-Or mom can co-come over an-and help, or ma-make Rick go over. She ki-kinda thinks y-you got sick because o-of one of his adv-adventures." 

       "Nah, I'm all sick and gross, I don't need anybody to get sick, too." You stood slowly, feeling light-headed from the sudden movement. "I can play games all day or something. Just like high school. It's great." You stumbled around, still feeling weak, and wandered into the kitchen. "W-We really do-don't mind it, honest. Y-You're like family t-to us."

        "He's right, (Y/N)." Beth spoke. "You're like family to us, dear, and we really don't mind."

        You chuckled, moving towards the cup cupboard and prying the door open. "Thanks, really." You knocked a cup down, too slow to catch it as you watched it shatter. "Shit," you muttered. "Are you alright, (Y/N)?"

       "Y-Yea, I just dropped a cup is all. My grip must've slipped." You turned your own phone onto speaker mode and moved to pick up the pieces, crouching down slowly. You lost your balance and fell forward, crying out as you caught your hand on a piece of glass.  

       You spoke before Beth could freak out, "Just... cut my hand, don't worry." You picked up the pieces, walking around and pressing a paper towel to your palm. "(Y/N), dear, I know you're sick. Just let us help, alright?"

       "But I'm f-" Beth cut you off, "Nope. I'm playing the mother card. I'll send someone over shortly, after I make you some soup." You groaned, "Alright."

       "Bye, (Y/N), hope you feel better." You could practically hear Beth's smile. "Bye." You pressed end and gripped your phone in your good hand, stepping around the glass you left on the floor. You moved to the couch and sank down into it with a heavy sigh, wrapping the blanket around yourself. You wrapped yourself in it, your head poking out as you sat up and watched cartoons, eyeing the bucket warily as your stomach churned slightly.