The Legend Of The Chicken Soup
As soon as she saw the hospital gown and the dextrose tube stuck on the back of her hand, she wanted to cry.
"Oh, glob. No!" she garbled weakly, her lips dry. She wanted to get up and run out of the Candy Kingdom infirmary before Gumball found out, but she had no strength left. She was still burning with fever, and vertigo started to wash over her. She got all of that thanks to the previous ordeal.
"So. You're awake." a voice beside her grumbled.
She wanted to lie still and pretend to be sleeping, but she knew that the person beside her wouldn't appreciate the gesture. Especially because the person who spoke was Marshall Lee.
(Y/N) turned to face him. He sat cross-legged in the air. He changed into a red flannel shirt, jeans, and his signature red sneakers, but he looked like he didn't sleep a wink. His hair was as tousled as ever, and he had bags under his eyes. In contrary to what he usually did as a floating vampire, he didn't look so fly.
"Hey." (Y/N) tried to sound casual. The last time she was conscious (if she remembered it right) she fell onto him, before she passed out cold. That was so far the most embarrassing moment with him, and she wasn't keen to look him in the eye after that.
Marshall yawned, staring down at her. "You were unconscious for a day."
That explained the taste of old pennies in her mouth.
"Did I miss anything?"
"I'm not sure exactly." he replied. Okay, he wasn't really helpful with all these clipped replies. But (Y/N) tried to be understanding. Last time she checked, he almost got completely hoodwinked by his crazy ex-girlfriend. Again. And after that, Glob knows what else he's been through.
(Y/N) sighed. Silence followed after that, but the atmosphere was too thick with tension and unsaid words. So she took the time to survey her surroundings.
The vast room was dimly lit with only a few candles on the sconces. The door to the farthest corner of the room stood ajar, letting in very little light. The tall windows were draped in red, velvet curtains, which were drawn closed. The rest of the hospital beds in the room we're empty.
When (Y/N) decided to break the ice, it turned out that Marshall wanted to do it too, apparently. Because both of them spoke simultaneously.
"Marshall—"
"(Y/N)—"
There was a long, awkward pause, when he asked in a soft tone, "(Y/N). . . what did you see?"
(Y/N)'s eyes widened, perplexed. She wasn't sure how to answer his odd question. "See what?"
Waves of embarrassment were emanating from him as he waved off her question impatiently. She realized that in this moment, he felt vulnerable. And he clearly didn't enjoy it.
"You know what I'm talking about."
What is he talking about?
Her face must've betrayed the fact that she was even more confused, because Marshall let out a defeated sigh. "Never mind."
"Oh, you mean in your head?" (Y/N)'s stomach clenched. She felt uneasy talking about what she saw, with the way he was looking expectantly at her. "I'm sorry. It's definitely none of my business, but, look, I didn't mean to."
"No. It's cool. Just tell me."
"Well—" she gave him a wary look before continuing. "—I saw you as a child."
