#legend was going to be a grumpus and wind was gonna call him whatever the spiky sticky bitches r from WW

[hyah-lian]

Misery Loves Company (and cheesy tropes)

(Sickfic drabble ish thing idk I am Misery and I wanted Company but can't type more than a paragraph at a time so this is as much as is going to happen. Stomach sick warning, but not graphic just mentioned)

The smaller fluff of Legend's strawberry blond hair peeked out from under the blanket behind the pale shaking hand.

"No. Don't even look at me. Or talk. Just juice. I'll live, ignore me, leave."

"You can't just preten-"

"Just go. No audience. Out."

Twilight rolled his eyes and placed the juice cup down with an unseen flourish, and very heard thud.

Though, he closed the door with a much gentler click.

"Mr. Hero is always like that when he isn't feeling well," Ravio's near whisper made Twilight jump.

"He is especially prickly over sicknesses like-"

Ravio was cut off by the bedroom door creaking open and the abrupt slam of the bathroom door. They both winced as Legend was heard retching for the third time since they had arrived.

"It is best to leave him be. As much as Mr. Hero could use the comfort, he only works himself up worse with it."

Downstairs Four and Wind were loudly discussing drafted weapon designs, Time and Wild were looking through the kitchen, Hyrule and Sky were searching through the group's bags for any remnant of potion or medicine, and Wars stood alone off to the side feigning nonchalance.

"I'd reckon he's gonna be like Ledge," Twilight tilted his head towards Wars, "you think?"

Ravio took in the stiff stance, slow edging to the room's exit, and complete lack of colour to Wars' face.