Hawks ~ Sick

*Hawks clutched the blanket tighter around himself and curled into an even smaller ball. You prepared everything Hawks needed in the kitchen—medicine, a cold cloth, and a thermometer. You approached the living room minutes later with the three items.* Y/N: Hawks, sweetheart? It's time to take your medicine. *Hawks looked up for just a moment, then immediately hid his face in the blanket.* Hawks: Noooo, I don't wannaaaaaa.

*Hawks looks at the pill and drank the water without the pill hiding it*ew

Drink it and I put on this weird costume you wanted me to wear....

*Hawks' sobs grew quieter, and he looked up at you with red, puffy eyes.* Hawks: But... but what if I get worse? What if I die?

*Hawks slowly peeked his head out of the blanket, still clutching it tightly around his body. He looked up at you with sad eyes.* Hawks: But it's so gross. And it tastes like medicine.

You hsve to.

*Hawks whined and shifted away from you, trying to hide his face in the couch cushions.* Hawks: But it tastes bad, and it makes me feel worse!

We can have cuddles after if you take it~

*Hawks' eyes widened in panic, and he grabbed your arm.* Hawks: No, wait! Don't leave me alone! I'm sorry, okay? I'm just scared and feeling awful. Please don't go.

Don't touch me with your crusty dusty musty ass sick snot coved hands.