10thousand-kills:

10k was one of the hardest people to get sick, he had an immune system like no other, whereas you well, you got sick all the time.

You had never seen him get sick, yet everyone else had gotten a cold before.

It had seemed that for him germs were non existent. At least, thats what everyone hought until today.

He had seemed more distant from you lately. He wouldnt kiss you, he wouldnt go near you or anyone and at first you thought he was planning on leaving, but that wasnt the case.

He soon began to show another sign that he was sick, anything and everything was unappealing to him. He wouldnt touch his food and even if wanted to he couldnt keep food down.

All he wanted to do was sleep which you couldn’t blame him for, he was usually the one to keep watch while everyone else slept, so you just thought that sleep finally caught up to him.

All these signs never made you think that he could’ve been sick, you thought he got a bad can of food, or he had been really tired.

However, it had become evident that he caught something when he had no energy to kill a z.

The truck runs down a dirt road smoothly, a z here and a z there. Usually 10k would challenge himself with how many z’s he could kill before coming to their next stop.

This time he didnt bother to move a finger.

As the group carries on with the mission the truck breaks down. You hopped out of the truck keeping watch while everyone else tries to figure out how to fix the problem.

As you make another turn around the truck you see a z approaching 10k, but you think nothing of it thinking he’ll kill it, but he doesnt.

“10k, behind you.” You warn.

He looks up at you lazily and grabs his knife weakly. He goes to stab the z, but the blade didnt go deep enough.

You jog over to it and finish it off, while 10k slides down the side of the truck and closes his eyes.

Your heart races and everyone stops what they’re doing before looking at you. You pour water over him, waking him back up.

“I don’t feel good, y/n.” he whines.

Your heart breaks and you look up at the others before you go to rub his back soothingly. “Get inside the bed of the truck please.”

He sighs and lazily climbs in, while you climb in after him. You extend your legs out, before patting your thigh.

He lays his head on your thigh and you run your fingers through his wet hair, your hand occasionally coming into contact with his warm forehead.

You reach for your water bottle and a rag. You wet the rag, and place it over his forehead. A few short minutes pass and he falls asleep.

You hear him grunt in his sleep, something he does when hes in pain and you dont stop playing with his hair. He begins to whine quietly and you hum.

You dont stop humming or stop running your fingers through his hair, in fact its all you do all the way to the next stop in hopes that by the time he wakes up, he feels a lot better.