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Sick Fic Drabbles (Ft. Dream & Nightmare)

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥I'm sick rn, so this is pure comfort writing. Enjoy me shamelessly projecting myself onto Nightmare!  Warnings: Illness (non life threatening/non chronic), Mentions of a character being "physically ill" (non graphic), Character passes out, Mentions of Age Regression ♥

Published: November 12, 2020
     Last Edit: November  27, 2020 (Changed formatting of Nightmare's speech to differentiate it more easily from Dream's.)

Length: 543 words

ﾟ+*:ꔫ:*﹤(Written in 3rd Person)﹥*:ꔫ:*+ﾟ

     Nightmare felt miserable, that was an undeniable fact. He was never the type to fall ill easily, but when he did it was hell for everyone involved. That's why it was no surprise to Dream when the "Bad Guy Gang" showed up to battle sans Nightmare begging him to help.

"Dreamy, I think I'm gonna be sick!"

     What was a surprise was that Nightmare had gone passive, and even more so that his mind had regressed to match the age of his body at a mere 8 years old. Dream, ever the kind soul, agreed, which is what landed him in his current predicament.

"Hold on Nighty, I'll be in there in just a moment, just please try to hold it in for as long as you can!"

     Dream picked up a plastic bucket that was sitting on the table as he rushed to the lounge room that Nightmare was situated in, managing to get the bucket in front of him just in time to catch the rejected magic without any mess. 

     Nightmare took hold of the bucket, allowing Dream to go back out and grab the washcloth, water bottle, and mouthwash from the table. As he walked back to the lounge, Dream noted that the bottle of mouthwash, which had been freshly opened that morning, was already almost empty.

     By the time Dream had returned, Night was finished, leaning back against the couch, and Dream took a moment to take in his appearance. Nightmare looked pale, more so than usual seeing as the usual lavender tint that his magic in this form provided was lacking, and tears were falling from his eye sockets.

"Night, hon, can you sit up for me please?"

     Nightmare complied wordlessly, with great effort.

"Let's get you cleaned up," Dream mumbled, more to himself than to Nightmare, who had dozed off again in Dream's arms.

     A few minutes later, Nightmare was without the sourly bitter taste of rejected magic in his mouth, and Dream had taken the bucket out to clean it again.

"Dreamy, where are you?!" Nightmare called out, anxiety quickly bringing the nausea back.

"I'm in the kitchen, Night. Did you need something?"

"Can I have cuddles please?"

     Dream reentered the lounge and sat down on the couch, pulling Nightmare to him.

"Of course, Moonbeam."

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     Nightmare trembled as he stood, a vertigo spell quickly bringing him to his knees in a heap. He was determined to get to and from the bathroom on his own, as Dream was still asleep, and so he managed to get to his feet and stumble to the bathroom. On the way back, another vertigo spell hit, and- wow, Nightmare didn't remember the floor being that close before.

     20 minutes later, Dream awoke, immediately panicked by the fact that Nightmare was not in the room with him. Allowing rational thought to take hold over the panic, Dream decided to check the bathroom.

     Nightmare was not in the bathroom. He was, however, lying passed out on the floor not far from it, seemingly having passed out on his way back.

     Dream picked Nightmare's prone form up from the ground and returned to the lounge yet again, laying the both of them down once more.

"What am I to do with you, Moonbeam?"