"Arruh! Fuck, it hurts!" I woke up to a familiar growl. I squinted my eyes at the light, dazed and confused, I searched around the room until my eyes landed on the wolf. His eyes were squeezed shut tightly and his face was contorted in pain, his hand secure around his stomach as he growled yet again. "Arrrrrr!" he growled out as he opened his eyes, making eye contact with me. "Awh, Bigby." I cooed at the sight, he looked paler if that was even possible. I wrapped my arm around his shoulder and felt him lean his weight on me.
It looked like he was choking back tears.
Which was an unusual sight, since he's always so tough and reckless. He sniffled and grunted, leaning forward a bit as a loud growling was heard from his stomach. "Why's it hurt so much?" he growled. I think growling was a common thing for sick wolves, no? Because that's all he's doing right now.
"I don't know, but it feels like your temperature's gotten tremendously worse." I noticed, all I heard was a loud whimper escape his lips as one single tear cascaded down his cheeks, surprising me a lot. I wiped it away and sat him up, he moved his head a bit as if he were dizzy and then held his head. His eyebrows scrunched up as he looks at me, his cheeks turning a dark green. I mumbled a profanity as I grabbed a trash can and placed it on Bigbys lap, he looked at it confusedly before looking at me.
"Your face turned green, it's normally a sign that someone is gonna be sick," I explain and he tilts his head to the side, his brown puppy eyes staring at me curiously and confused. He was a truly adorable puppy, although he's not really a puppy. I looked at him confused.
"I thought I was already sick?" he asked confused and I snorted. "I mean like, throw up." he looks confused yet again. Dammit, he knows nothing! "I mean, it's like, expelling the food from your stomach.... I guess." his nose scrunched up in disgust before a sickening burp escaped his lips and I acted quickly as I placed the trash bin under his chin as he spat into it. His breathing picked up and he soon gagged, but nothing came out.
We stayed there for a few minutes before Bigby softly pushed the trash away from his face, "It's no use." he mumbled upset as I placed it on the ground and sat down. He laid down and curled up into a ball, rubbing his stomach and I played with his hair, him sighing, relaxed.
"Get some sleep, Bigby." he nodded and closed his eyes, falling into a deep sleep. I frowned as Colin walked over to us, "How's he doing?" he asked, genuinely concerned for his friend. He's never seen Bigby sick before, to be fair no one has.
"Mm, not so good. His fever is rising up and he wasn't able to throw up at all, although I think that's what he really needs to do." I reply.
"But he threw up right before you came here, when he was on the phone with you." I look at him and he points over near the kitchen. I look over at the kitchen and saw a puddle of the disgusting brown mess on the floor. I cringed in disgust. "Well, he isn't able to now. I'm gonna go out and see what I can get for him. Watch him, 'kay? Call me if anything happens." he nods and I walk out of the apartment.
I cross by Beast who looks like he was in a hurry, "Have you seen Beauty?" I shook my head and he groaned in frustration before muttering a thank you to me and running off. I chuckled and walked off, going to the mundies to see if, maybe, they had something to cure Bigby but unfortunately the stuff they had would kill Bigby on the spot so I was on my way back home when I got a call from Colin.
"You gotta come back here! He's completely freaked out, I don't know why and - Bigby, calm down!"
"Arrrrrrrr!!!!" was heard from the other line as Colin hung up. I ran as fast as I could to the apartments and ran in, frantically pressing the buttons on the elevator and sighing as I ran in. I desperately pressed the buttons and soon, it made a 'ding' sound and I rushed out, rushing into Bigby's apartment to see Bigby in his half wolf form growling at Colin, I ran over hurriedly and grabbed Bigby's shoulders, him jumping in surprise before he growled at me, baring his teeth at me threateningly.
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"CRANE!" he growled at me. Crane? He thought I was Crane? He must be having hallucinations of some sort. He attacked me and I was pinned to the wall, him growling loudly. His breath fanning my face, he lifted his arm up showing off his claws, ready to strike. "I-I'm not C-Crane," I stuttered, actually scared as he soon stopped his hand short, his hand was so close to my face I felt a little part of his claw on my nose.
He looked like he was having an inner battle with himself as he soon removed his hand from my face and he leaned his head closer, I closed my eyes fearing for the worst. Soon, I felt something tickling my neck and I opened my eyes to see Bigby's face near my neck as he sniffed me. The tickling was his breath as he exhaled through his nose as he sniffed for my, what I guess, perfume I wear. He soon let out a huff and looked at me, calming down. He had his eyes closed as he collapsed onto me, I soon fell as he laid on top of me. "I'm sorry," he apologized to the both of us, i.e me and the pig.
"It's okay, come on. Get up," I instructed softly as he groaned, slightly raising himself up and almost collapsing as I helped him up and laid him on the couch, he grunted as he held his stomach again. His cheeks turned the same green as before and I grabbed the trash bin just in case and helped him sick up, placing the trash can in his lap once again. He had a pout on his face which was soon replaced with a flash of panic as he gripped the can and soon, began to heave into the can.
"A-Arrr," he growled sadly as he continued to heave for 10 minutes until he was only dry-heaving. "You're okay, Big." I cooed and watched as he laid his head on my lap, looking for some type of comfort. Who would've thought, the big bad wolf is the big cuddly wolf when sick. He nuzzled his face into my stomach and let out a loose whine as his breathing evened out, asleep in seconds.
The next few days were consistent of the same routine. Wake up, hallucinate, throw up, sleep, and sometimes he would shed a few tears along the way. Then, he was finally back to the big bad wolf.
