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Crossmare-Sickness

Cross woke up with a groan. He felt like he had a headache of pain. And he felt his soul throb. He felt like he was going to puke.

But he couldn't really act weak in front of his crew. He was the younger and the strongest. If he broke down. They'd tease him and torment him days on end.

The pain will never stop. It's just an illusion. Cross tried to stand up as he than opened the door as he closed it.

Little did he know... someone else was sick...

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"You okay Killer?" "I-I'm fine." Killer kept coughing. Cross was just standing there analyzing the situation.

"Here. Lay down. I will get some medicine." Nightmare answered lazily walking away. Killer was blushing crazily.

Dust and Horror bombarded him with 'are you okays?' Or 'Get better rest.' Cross wished to get that affection.

"But I'm not sure. I'd get it anyways." Cross muttered. Nightmare came back with the medicine. Cross wished to have their affections....

But he can't have it. Because he's always blamed for everything. "Cross why don't you comfort Killer?" Dust asked.

"Oh... well it's just." Cross's voice sound hoarse and broken. "You don't care for him?" Horror asked. "No I...-" "Geez you're such a rude member of the crew. Not caring for anyone being sick? WHATS WRONG WITH YOU!"

"I expected better from you. I mean you're suppose to care for other people. It's no wonder why your AU was destroyed." Dust seethed.

Those looks. They looked at me the same way. Those other villagers. "Stop looking at me that way." Cross growled.

"Or what Crossy gonna cry?" Horror mocked. "Because I... you know what. Pain is just an illusion. Besides it's not like you guys would understand." Cross answered in such a low voice it send shivers through his spines.

Cross walked away. "Error what's wrong with Cross? He's acting like a bastard." Dust asked. Error let a 'tsk'

"Your the one to talk." Error answered simply glaring at him as he walked away leaving Dust gawking. Error was Nightmare's right hand man. Cross well... was the strongest.

He was physically strong. Like strong. In close combat. Even long range. But for his mental health...

Cross closed the door as he than collapsed against the door. Covering his mouth. Purplish tears threatening to pour out. He tried to stifle his sobs.

It wasn't any good...

He slowly slid down to his knees. As he kept crying while having a coughing fit. "Cross... you there?" Cross's eyesockets widen.

He couldn't talk. But it was definitely Nightmare. "I-I'm not feeling good. Please leave..." Cross's voice was quiet and hoarse.

Nightmare then opened the door. His room was so dark. But as he looked at Cross on the floor. Cross's eyesockets and pupils were glossy. They looked broken.

"God Cross..." Nightmare closed the door as he sat in front of him softly holding him arm. "Cross what's the matter." Cross shook his head. "I-I'm fine..." Cross sniffled with purplish tears. Nightmare started caressing him. "Really I'm fine." Cross replies again.

Nightmare smelled blood coming from inside the room. "Cross what is this?" Nightmare asked seriously. "I-I fell during one of my missions! H-How clumsy of me!" Cross falsely grinned through the whole thing.

"Fell my ass! This doesn't look like you fell." Nightmare growled. He saw the bloods coming from his sides. "Nightmare w-what are you doing-" Nightmare took a sneak in his ribs. He gently and roughly at the same time lifted up one of his shirts.

It was cracked and bleeding. It looked like a gash and someone sliced it open. "Cross who did this to you." Cross was trembling.

"I-I don't know!" Cross shook his head. "CROSS WHO DID THIS TO YOU." Nightmare asked again but fiercely. Cross broke down.

"D-Don't hurt me... p-please I'm sorry." Cross muttered in a low voice. Nightmare sighed. He never seen this side of Cross before.

So vulnerable. And afraid. Nightmare wrapped his arms around his waist. "Shhh... it's okay. No one is going to hurt you." Nightmare mumbled.

He wasn't good at healing. But he tried to heal Cross's ribs. He sighed focusing his healing magic. "Cross this is going to hurt."

Nightmare then grabbed his rib bone and quickly snapped it back in place. Cross's eyesockets widen with tears as he screamed in pain but Nightmare covered his mouth. So it was muffles of screaming.

Cross passed out due to the pain. Nightmare sighed as he wrapped his rib with bandages. "Sorry Cross... I wasn't there for you." Nightmare sighed.

Cross's head was on his lap. He was snoring. Nightmare softly rubbed his head. He sighed. "Cross..." Nightmare mumbled as Cross woke up a little bit having a coughing fit.

"How long have you been sick?" Nightmare asked. "I-I well... I was sick for a week. I had to do this alone. Or I'm weak and-" Nightmare interrupted him.

"People will still need help. Cross." Nightmare answered calmly. "But you don't..." Cross muttered. "Because... I'm hiding it. But enough about me. I'm worried about you." Nightmare sighed.

"Sorry..." Cross answered in a low soft voice. His voice felt hoarse and broken. "Shh... don't talk anymore." Nightmare softly whispered.

"Just sleep. I'll be here." Nightmare sighed. Cross sighed as he closed his eyesockets. "I'm scared Nightmare." Cross mumbled.

"Don't be... I'm here and that's what matters." Nightmare muttered.