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ninja-go-to-therapy · 4 years

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Cole is a Self Destructive Dumbass

(But it’s okay the ninja love him anyway)

SO FOR SOME BACKSTORY

I have been challenged. Indirectly. But still, I have been challenged. How, you may be asking?

Well, I’ll show you

do you see that? That is a clear indirect challenge.

So naturally I immediately forced myself to write some hurt/comfort with some legitimate comfort in there just to show that I could. So there @cakeforcole, I can do it!

Who wins in this? Uhh.

Everyone ig

Anyway here have this ily

Cole has an off day that the guys mistake as him being sick. Except it’s a little bit more than that.

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Cole woke up earlier than normal. His head was pounding with a headache, but it could’ve been worse. It was just an annoying little knocking in his skull, like when Jay tried to talk when everyone else was trying to sleep. If it was actively ignored, it wasn’t terrible.

He sighed, glancing at the clock. He had about an hour before anyone else would be waking up. He sat up, groaning quietly, his head spinning with the motion. He was just going to take a nice, long, hot shower. That would make him feel better, surely.

He didn’t actually end up taking that long, probably because he was used to rushing (thanks to Kai and his bathroom hogging). Still, he felt refreshed. Although the steam hadn’t done much to help with his minor congestion. Stupid allergy season.

He still had maybe a half hour before anyone else would be waking up. Still, for some reason he was way more tired than he had been when he’d first woken up, so maybe he could go back to sleep until he actually needed to be awake. Even thirty minutes would be likely to help a little.

He crawled back into bed, shivering despite the warm temperature they tended to keep the room at. Above him, Jay shifted, but it sounded like he was still asleep. That was good, he’d feel bad if he woke anyone up.

Before long he drifted back to sleep.

It felt like no time passed at all before the alarm clock was blaring. He faintly heard shuffling, but his head hurt, and the last thing he wanted to do was be awake.

“Hey, dude, you gotta get up.” he heard from somewhere above him.

“I don’ wanna,” he mumbled, barely able to get the words out. He was just barely awake enough to hear and respond, and that was already too much.

Something shuffled, it kinda sounded like the guys were talking, but he was already drifting off again.

Out of nowhere, his blanket was dragged off the bed.

“Nooo,” he groaned, blearily opening his eyes before they got any other ideas, like turning on the lights or splashing him with water or something. He didn’t doubt they would, because they’d done it to each other before.

“How late did you stay up?” Jay asked, already dressed and ready for the day and way too awake for six o’clock in the morning.

“I need coffee,” he grumbled instead of answering, shuffling into the kitchen. Truth be told, he had no idea he’d stayed up, but it couldn’t have been that late. He recalled drifting off pretty quickly, actually.

He coughed into his arm. That was probably nothing, though, just a little tickle in his throat. He just needed some water.

As he was waiting for the coffee maker to do its thing, Zane was starting on breakfast. The smells were unusually vivid for some reason. It kind of hurt his head.

It was probably just that headache from earlier making a comeback.

The thought of the coffee he was making sent his stomach churning. Okay, maybe he would skip that for today. He’d be fine without it.

He was up first for training Lloyd today. They were going to be practicing simple hand to hand combat, not using powers whatsoever, just because you could never know if something might happen.

“Alright, you’re gonna try to pin me,” Cole said, pausing to clear his throat. “The only rule is no powers, got it?”

The little ball of green nodded, practically bouncing with energy. Cole wished he had the energy to think about acting like that.

“Ready… go!” Zane yelled from the side, watching with the others as the pair fought. It was rare that Lloyd won, so this was probably going to be easy.

The only problem was that Cole kind of felt like trash, and the movements he was going through were making him dizzy, and suddenly he was on the ground with a nine year old on top of him.

He groaned, and Lloyd hopped up, triumphant. Cole, however, made no move to stand. Instead, he rolled over, pushed himself up with his hands, and threw up.

“Oh, ew.” Lloyd said, taking a few steps back.

He was shaking violently, and if he didn’t move or something, he was going to fall into his own vomit. He gagged a few times, distantly hearing the others concerned cries, but he was more focused on the sweat coating his body and the hair matted to his face and the food he’d eaten last night that was coming back up.

Finally, when it felt like he was done, he crawled away and dropped onto the floor.

“Lloyd, go get a bucket, okay?” Zane said, kneeling beside Cole and feeling his forehead. “Jay, get a cold rag please.”

The two ninja raced off to find whatever it was Zane had just said.

“‘M fine,” Cole groaned, trying to sit up. Zane gently pushed him back down.

“Dude, Lloyd had you down in less than a minute.” Kai said, staying far across the room from the other two and making no move to get any closer.

“You have a fever,” Zane said, brushing the hair out of Cole’s eyes. “And you’ve just thrown up. I am not what you would call a medical expert, but I am well aware that those do not usually mean you are fine.”

Cole would have protested if his stomach didn’t convulse a little. He struggled to sit up, gagged a few times, and threw up once again.

“How are we coming on that bucket?” Kai yelled, leaning back to peer through the door.

“No, no, I’m fine,” Cole protested again, heaving.

“You’re sick, stupid.” Kai said, cringing at the mess on the floor. “Stop with that. The “I’m fine” thing, not the vomiting. Well, it’d be cool if you stopped that too, but you can’t control that one.”

“Thanks, Kai,” Cole groaned, “very helpful.”

“Yeah, I try.”

Okay, but there was absolutely no way that he was sick. Cole didn’t get sick. He must have just eaten something bad. He’d be fine in an hour, tops.

An hour later he was piled under three blankets, shivering like it was snowing indoors. He was absolutely, positively freezing, despite the fact that he was sweating. That didn’t even make sense!

“How are you feeling?” Zane asked, walking in with a box of crackers and a cup of ginger ale, Jay and Kai right behind him.

He didn’t need this, because he wasn’t sick. “I’m fine,” he insisted again, sitting up further to prove it.

“You’re definitely not fine.” Kai said, unhelpfully.

“Stop saying that!”

He was fine, he was fine, completely and absolutely totally fine. The others didn’t know what they were talking about. He. Was. Fine.

He was met with concerned looks from each of his friends.

“Just… go train Lloyd,” he said.

“Nah, he’s excited to have a day off, and we need to keep an eye on you.” Kai shrugged, sitting down in a chair in the corner of the room as if to say he was not leaving.

“You don’t have to, though.” He wasn’t sick.

“Yeah, well we’re going to anyway.”

“You really don’t have to.” It would be better if they would just leave him alone.

Cole hated being seen like this. He hated feeling this weak, this helpless. Worse, he hated being mistakenly identified as sick, because he wasn’t. The guys were just making a big deal out of nothing.

“What’s going on?” Jay asked, legitimately concerned. Great. That was exactly what he didn’t want to happen.

“Nothing, I just—” he paused to cough, nearly choking on it. “You guys don’t need to watch me.”

“That had better not be an insult to my nursing skills. I’ve been taking care of Nya since she was in diapers, and let me tell you, I’m kind of the greatest nurse ever.” If his complete avoidance of Cole while he was puking was anything to go off of, he wasn’t in very good hands.

He coughed again, his eyes watering. The problem was that instead of going away, his eyes continued to water. In fact, they watered until they were leaking. And now it looked like he was crying (looked like, he definitely wasn’t actually crying, no, he wasn’t weak, he wasn’t crying).

“Cole’s what’s wrong?” Zane asked, combing his fingers through his hair gently. “You’re very obviously bothered. Why?”

Okay, maybe he was really insecure, and getting sick made him feel weak, and feeling weak made him feel worthless, but he was pretty sure that was totally normal. What wasn’t normal was that getting sick scared him. It reminded him too much of his mom, because it had started like a normal illness for her. They’d thought it was just a bad cold, but then it had escalated and she had died—

Okay, yeah, he was crying, but maybe they would shrug it off as random hysteria?

“We want to help, Cole.” Jay said, sitting on the edge of the bed carefully. “Please tell us?”

Telling them would make it worse. If they knew, then they’d see that he couldn’t handle his dumb emotions, and then they’d hate him, because he was so stupid.

“I’m fine,” he said, but through the tears and the lack of clearing his throat, he sounded like a glitching, dying, robotic frog.

“Please, Cole. If it would make you more comfortable, you could tell only one of us. We just want to help you.”

He sniffled. They weren’t going to let this go, were they? Fine, he would just try to explain in the barest, most minimal, most vague way he could.

Which unfortunately didn’t work out.

His emotions came spilling out, words choked out through sobbing gasps, and he was shocked they were even able to understand him. He wished they weren’t able to.

“Just leave me alone,” he said when he was finally able to breathe again. His friends hadn’t said anything, and why would they? He was stupid and hysterical and paranoid, and they were probably trying to figure out how to tell him gently that he was weak.

“You know,” Kai said, as if he were making casual conversation, “I still hate when Nya goes anywhere. I know she’s going to come back, but it doesn’t help much. There’s always just this thought… what if she doesn’t?” He was looking down, staring at his hands, but his words were sincere.

If Cole knew Kai, and by now he’d say he did, it almost sounded like… he was admitting to being scared. Kai? Scared? Admitting that he was scared? That just didn’t happen. He was probably hallucinating.

“It’s not stupid to let things like that affect you,” Kai continued, having paused to… probably to curse himself for being so awkward about being so vulnerable. Or even being so vulnerable in the first place. Cole had to be hallucinating. Kai didn’t do vulnerable.

“Trauma sticks with you for years,” Zane said, “and it does not make you weaker. It makes you stronger for being able to carry on.”

Except he wasn’t able to carry on. He couldn’t even get sick without fearing for his life, and every time anyone else got sick, he feared for theirs. What about that made him “stronger”? None of it.

He hadn’t even realized he had voiced these thoughts until Zane carefully pulled him into a hug.

“Oh, Cole,” Zane muttered, quiet and sad. “You are most certainly not weak.” But he was. But Zane also didn’t lie… “And even the fact that you were able to tell us about this says a lot about your character.”

He hadn’t even meant to tell them in the first place. But… something in him was glad that they knew. They weren’t belittling him for it. They were being… kind, and understanding. Even Kai, who tended to shy away from talking about emotions. In fact, he had been the one to share his own problems.

They really didn’t think any less of him for being scared.

“It does?” He found himself asking, just to make sure, even though he was scared to hear the answer.

“Of course it does, Dirtclod.” Jay said, and Cole couldn’t help but smile at the nickname. “And besides, you’re one of the strongest people I know, if not the strongest. This doesn’t change that.”

The tears that he had only barely managed to stop just came back again, but this time in a less negative light. His friends actually cared about him to the point where they understood. They didn’t care that he was a little bit messed up. They actually loved him.

He’d never had friends like that before.

“Oh no, was it something I said? Crap, I’m sorry—” Jay said, backtracking quickly, but Cole stopped him with a choked laugh between his cries.

“You guys are the best.”

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5sos-ruined-us · 7 years

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Falling Sick - Luke

Summary: Luke feels like he’s falling sick in the middle of the night, so he asks you to help since he doesn’t know how to handle it.

Word count: 1.3K (estimated)

Requested: Yupsies (request whatever here)

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The night was quiet until Luke started tossing and turning, letting out soft groans. He looked at the time, seeing that it was only 2 a.m., he didn't know whether to wake you up or not. He looked at your sleeping figure, biting his lip and debating on whether to disturb your slumber. He thought for a minute before deciding that maybe washing his face was best. He got up from the bed, suddenly feeling extremely lightheaded and slightly nauseous. He made his way to the bathroom, splashing cold water onto his face before getting back into bed. He tossed and turned for a few more minutes before turning to you.

"(Y/n), babe, wake up." He whispered, rocking you slightly. You stirred slightly, letting out a mumbled groan. "(Y/n), sweetie." He continued to try and wake you. "Babe, wake up." He shook you slightly harder.

"Mm, I'm up, I'm up." You let out a yawn, sitting up, "What's wrong?" You turned to the clock at Luke's bedside table, "It's 2:30, what's wrong, Luke?" You asked, slightly more awake.

"I think I'm falling sick. But I've only been sick for like," He paused for a bit, "I don't know a few times, and all the times mum was there to take care of me so I don't know how to handle it myself." He explained. You let out a soft sigh before smiling,

"I thought something bad was happening. C'mon, let's go down to the kitchen." You slipped out of the duvet, standing up and making sure Luke was okay. He stumbled a bit before catching up with you and following you down into the kitchen. "Sit here." You gestured to the stool at the kitchen island. You rummaged through the medicine cabinet, hearing Luke starting to sniffle. You turned around, watching as he grabbed a tissue and blew his nose. "Runny nose..."You trailed off as you continued to rummage through the medicine box, pulling out some medicine. "Wait, crap, we had dinner at 8, it's way too late. You need to eat something." You put the packet onto the counter as you thought of something simple to cook for your boyfriend.

"Okay, I need to whip something up," You said as you searched the cupboards, finding out that there wasn't any cereal left, "Since we ran out of cereal." You turned around to Luke, "What are you hungry for?" You asked.

"Bacon." He answered immediately, smiling a toothy smile. You smiled back,

"Bacon and eggs then." You pulled out some pans and the ingredients, preparing everything. Halfway through cooking the eggs, you felt arms wrap around your waist. "Sit down, honey." You smiled as you turned around, smushing your cheek against Luke's chest.

"I don't want to be too far away from me." He mumbled, pressing his chin onto the top of your head. You let out a chuckle, turning back to the frying eggs. "What if I get even more sick and you're too far to know?" You could tell he was pouting just by the tone of his voice. You let out a chuckle as you moved the eggs to a plate. You fried the bacon, enjoying Luke's embrace as you cooked, forgetting that it was 3 a.m.

"Here." You handed Luke a plate before taking your own plate. You both sat down at the dining table, eating together. You put your empty plate into the sink while Luke stil hadn't finished his. You took the cough syrup since Luke had started coughing halfway through your 'breakfast'. You placed the medicine on the table, "This will make you drowsy, so you'll probably wake up at noon or something." You poured some warm water into a glass, placing it in front of Luke before making a cup of tea for yourself.

"But I need to head to the studio at 8." Luke said after he swallowed the last piece of bacon. You took his empty plate,

"Babe, you'll probably wake up sick tomorrow. I think it's better if you stay home." You advised him as you started washing the dishes, "Plus it gives me more time to cuddle with you in bed." You joked. Luke chuckled, taking all the medicine before putting it back into the medicine cabinet before going behind you and wrapping his arms around you once again, pressing a kiss to your head,

"What would I do without you?" He chuckled, leaning his chin against your head as you finished up on the dishes. You put the last plate onto the drying rack before turning around to him,

"Let's go back to bed before you get worse." You took his hand and dragged him back to the bedroom. You both got back into the bed, the drowsiness of the medicine taking a toll on Luke as he let out a long yawn. You faced each other as you laid down, Luke having a lazy smile on his face as his eyes started to droop,

"I'm glad you're my girlfriend." He whispered, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his chest. You let out a content hum, enjoying the warmth radiating off of his bare chest as you closed your eyes.

You woke up earlier than Luke, but when you did, his nose and ears were red and his breathing was slightly laboured as he let out a cough every few breaths. You went down into the kitchen, making some chicken soup for Luke. The coughing from the bedroom got louder as you came back with a tray that had a bowl of soup, a glass of water and more medicine. When you entered the room, Luke had already woken.

"Hey, princess." His voice was croaky, his lips wearing the same lazy smile from the night before as his eyes were slightly reddened.

"Good morning, Lucas." You smiled, placing the tray beside him, "I made some soup. Maybe it'll make you feel better."

"Aw, I already feel better now that you're here, babe." He grinned.

"I'll message Calum and tell him you're not feeling well." You grabbed your phone from the beside table, telling Calum about his mate being ill before climbing in next to Luke who had already started eating the soup. You grabbed the remote from the side of the bed, turning on the TV and cuddling into Luke's side. He ate the soup while watching TV turning to you briefly when a chuckle left his lips.

He dosed off a few minutes after finishing his soup and medicine. You slipped out of his arms, taking the tray from his side when he stirred in his sleep, his eyes opening a sliver,

"Where you going?" He mumbled.

"I just need to put this downstairs so that you might be more comfortable." You spoke softly, pressing a loving kiss onto his forehead. You left the room, hearing Luke let out a cough and a groan. You went downstairs, leaving the tray next to the sink to wash later before quickly going back up. You opened the door, seeing Luke's eyes closed, his eyelashes resting against his red cheeks. His nose was red from his sneezing and his lips were parted as he let out a cough every once in a while. You slowly got into bed beside him, careful not to wake him as you cuddled yourself into his side. He opened his eyes slowly turning to you,

"Hey, babe." He said softly, smiling as he wrapped his arm around you to bring you closer to him. He turned to that he was facing you, pulling you into his chest.

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