#plus some bonus twi and sky being bros!

[milkyplier]

Sky was a liar. Sky was a cruel liar who had lied to him because it had been three days and he was far from the better Sky had promised.

Whatever sickness he’d gotten—it most definitely wasn’t a cold—had actually steadily worsened over the last few days, despite the about of soup Wild poured into him and all the rest the others were demanding he get. He felt like he was fighting a dragon, a really big dragon that he was miserably losing to.

He couldn’t even speak anymore; doing so send vibrations to his brain that always left him breathless and disoriented. He had to fight for every breath and a persistent ache had sewn itself into his bones, jamming knives in his joints and making every little movement agony. His fever was the cherry on top, layering ice beneath his skin and fire above it.

There wasn’t any escaping it, either. When he was awake….well, he was awake, and when he was asleep, the nightmares took over. He never remembered them when he woke up. The vague feelings of terror, grief, anger—those always stayed, always made his situation worse, but the actual happenings in the dreams disappeared when he woke up.

He’d been absorbed in his own little world for what felt like forever, incapable of escaping and thus subject to misery for the foreseeable future. But it wasn’t really the pain that bothered him as much as what it meant. He couldn’t move. And that meant that the difference between wether he lived or died was entirely in the hands of the people around him.

* * *

“How’s he doing?” Twilight asked softly, sitting down next to Sky, near Legend’s head.

“Not good,” Sky said sadly. He gestured to his left hand, clutched tightly in Legend’s own. “Fever dreams aren’t treating him well.”

Twilight nodded absently. They were silent for a minute before Sky spoke again.

“It’s pretty funny. He fights me when he’s awake and I try to take care of him, but then when he falls asleep he’s always reaching out.”

It’s not often I depend on others for help.

“A reflex.” Twilight said. “He isn’t used to counting on people for help.”

“That’s apparent. He calls out for someone…Marin, I think he says.”

I’ll never see her again…and it’s all my fault.

Sky looked at Twilight. “You know something about her?”

Twilight blinked. His expression must have given away bis thoughts. “…No. He mentioned a girl, once. But he gave no name, or explanation.”

Sky nodded. “Sounds like our Veteran.”

Another beat of silence.

“I’m worried. He’s extremely weak, and he isn’t improving. He’s started to refuse to eat anything. We can’t hope he’ll recover on his own anymore.”

“You want to find a great fairy,” Twilight finished his thought.

“Yeah.” Sky sighed. “Maybe I’m just paranoid, but he’s too sick to take chances with.”

“We’ve been stuck in one place for too long, anyways. Staying much longer is risky; the Old Man will agree we need to move. I’ll talk to him. In the meantime, try to get some sleep. We’ll leave in the morning.”

Whoops. My hand slipped and here’s pt.2 :) lmk if you want a pt.3???? Idk if this one is as good as the last one so maybe I lost your interest? But I hope it was still good, and I hope it made you feel better! :D

Are you alive

somehow yeah T.T

sorry for being so inactive as of late my POTS has been kicking my ass and uh. foggy brain means incomprehensible posts and i don’t wanna subject y’all to that lmao. also i’ve just been napping constantly it’s a miracle i’m awake rn ahnskdka