Crossmare oneshots

Sick

Cross groaned as he shifted inside the covers, he felt like he was freezing and burning at the same time. He honestly wanted to sleep,but he had to get up. Groaning he got up and got dressed, slowly he walked out of his room almost passing out as the cool air hit his face. Gripping on the railing on the stairs he closed his eyes and breathed out. Once he felt better he slowly made his way downstairs where he went into the kitchen. Smiling softly he grabbed a chocolate bar and walked into the living room. He sat on the couch next to nightmare who was casually reading a book.

Nightmare glanced at cross worriedly looking at his flushed skin and the bags under his eyes. Nightmare will admit is that he likes the smol oreo. Cross was strong, and absolutely adorable. The solider was usually reserved and also had the same calm emotionless look on his face.

Cross winced as killer stomped down the stairs energetically making cross’s starting headache worse. And just to make things worse chara was starting to wake and was yelling at cross for not giving him chocolate.

"Crossy I can't believe you didn't give me any chocolate, now get your lazy ads up and get me one now!" Cross glanced tiredly at him

Chara please shut up, your screaming is making my headache worse and I didn't get any sleep last night so please bare with me Cross told him, which chara returned it s apologetic smile. "Why don't you go back to bed then?"

Cross looked at chara tiredly,"because Nightmare might need me to go on a mission and the others don't need to know I'm sick. I can deal with it." Cross said simply. Chara rolled his eyes,"Cross you really need to tell someone,last time you were sick and didn't tell anyone you almost died." Cross sighed and closed his eyes not noticing the Concern glanced nightmare was giving him.

"Cross did you get any sleep last night?" The oreo looked at nightmare simply stating that he got enough and that he was fine. The octodaddy narrowed his eyes," It sure doesn't look like you got enough, now go back to your room and get some sleep. That's a order," he started as cross started to make excuses. Sighing cross nodded and stumbled back to his room. He started to go lightheaded up the stairs and nearly ran into his door. When he got to his room Cross fell on his bed. Groaning he took off his shoes, scarf, jacket and the x straps, leaving him inside his black polo and x shorts. After he did that he immediately fell asleep.

Downstairs Nightmare was giving out missions. "Ugh why can't Cross do this mission. I don't feel like doing anything today," killer groaned. "Because Cross does every mission you guys don't feel like doing and he needs a break. Also he is sick so I'm not letting him work," Nightmare growled. Killer backed up a bit,"oh look at that I suddenly have the motivation to do work," he laughs nervously,"well I guess ill be going now, bye!" Killer ran out the door, dust brushed out laughing and horror was grinning. Nightmare simply rolled his eyes and walked into the kitchen. He grabbed a wet rag and made his way upstairs to Cross's room. Knocking lightly he heard a weak come in.

When nightmare walked in he noticed cross weakly looking at him, trying to force a smile but was interrupted by coughing. Sighing Nightmare walked to the sick oreo and placed the rag on his burning forehead. Cross sighed in relief, closing his eyes as the coolness spread into his burning forehead. "Cross were you planning on telling me you were sick" nightmare asked concern laced his is voice. Cross simply shook his head weakly, to tired to talk. Nightmare sighed sadly, he rubbed the others cheek fondly.

"Cross you don't have to hide from me. I care about you to much for you to be feelings like this. Next time tell me when you are sick okay?"  Cross looked at him in surprise. He smiled to himself as he felt his eyelids closed. The last thing he remembered before he fell asleep was nightmare runbing his cheek.