The States

sickness & health

sick fic + kinda fluff featuring the great lakes because Robin was sick :(

cassidy, 1811

"I'm not sick." Cassidy protests as Cordelia tucks the blankets around him.

Michael, who's leaning up against the wall, snorts. "You know you're so congested that I barely understand you, right?"

"Fight me." Cassidy hisses at him.

Michael looks at the pile of pillows and blankets Cordelia has tucked Cass into and raises an eyebrow at her. "Maybe later, kiddo."

Cassidy sticks her tongue out at him.

riley, 1823

"Did you sleep on the bathroom floor?" Cass asks as she nudges him with her foot.

Riley swats at her half-heartedly. "'T's cold." He mutters defensively.

"You look gross. I'm going to get Michael."

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"Do you know how dirty that floor is? I can't believe you slept on it-"

Riley squints up accusingly at Cass. "You said you were gonna get Michael, not Cordelia."

"Don't be rude to Cordelia." Michael huffs out from somewhere in the room.

Cass shrugs, unrepentant. "Cordelia always knows what to do."

Cordelia laughs, and Riley winces as she pulls him to his feet. Before he can do much more than waver uncertainly on his feet, however, Cordelia wrapping one of his arms around her shoulders. "Come on, Riley, let's get you in bed before you get sicker."

mindy, 1857

The cast on her arm has just come off when she breaks the other one playing with Tyler, and that one wasn't even halfway done when she breaks her collarbone trying to do a handspring with her good arm.

"It isn't that bad," she mutters when faced with Michael's flat stare.

"If you were a horse, we'd put you down." Tyler helpfully chirps.

"Tyler!" Cordelia hisses out, and Michael turns to look at him instead of Mindy. 

riley, 1859

"I'm gonna have to burn that sweater now," Cass informs him. "You've gone and contaminated it."

Riley swats at her half-heartedly. "Shut up."

Despite complaining about his germs, Cass doesn't move to the other couch, and she lets him tuck his feet under her leg. 

michael, 1863

He worries himself sick after the Battle of Gettysburg.

No one's seen Mindy, and Alfred was too delirious to locate her by personification means- even when Del and Cam were both nearly on their knees from all the pain they pulled from him.

They're both hoping she's in one of the field medical stations.

They'd picked their way through the remains of the 1st Minnesota, looking for either a body or the thrum of another state near, and found neither. Him and Cordelia come home empty handed and Del closes her eyes and exhales shakily. "We have to assume she's temporarily dead." She hesitates.