Okay, so I didn't think this was possible, but then my disabled sister came down the stairs without hurting herself (which is terrifying and miraculous) and I learned people can figure anything out.
So now Addison be doin' this.
For the record, I've stopped caring about whether or not this sounds sensual.... (I hope that word means what I think it means I'm afraid to look it up)
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Addison woke up that night because she was super hot. She groaned, flinging the covers off her body. She groaned again, desperately needing water.
A couple weeks ago, Techno had taught Addison how to get up using her arms and crawl into her wheelchair. She often used Clementine for help, but hey it was possible.
So, slowly, Addison did that. It was probably around two in the morning, she didn't want to wake Addison or Phil up simply because she seriously needed water. So she did the annoying task of trying to get on the wheelchair.
And she actually succeeded, but Clementine did help her.
So she wheeled down to the bathroom, since it was closer than the kitchen and she probably left a cup in there and it was easier to reach the sinks. She was super hot and super tired, all she wanted was to get a drink and go to bed.
She reached up and grabbed the cup off the sink and filled it up. Addison relished the cool water in her mouth and also splashed it on her face, trying to cool down.
But instead, it made her feel worse.
Now, Addison felt sick to her stomach as well as on fire. Like, really sick. She quickly rolled over to the toilet, whipping it open.
She started vomiting, Clementine close beside her. Addison felt awful, really really awful. She groaned, just lying there practically folded in half, trying not to vomit again or pass out.
She failed, and vomited again.
Clementine nudged against Addison's arm, which was wrapped around her stomach, trying to give her some sort of comfort. Addison moaned, panting and hot.
She sat up, just wanting to go back to bed. Clementine followed behind as Addison traveled back to her room. She just wanted sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.
Most of the time, Addison was able to pull up onto her bed and go back to sleep. But she was so tired, hot, and weak she just couldn't pull herself up, even with Clementine's help. Addison fell with a thud onto her floor, whimpering and shuddering from the impact.
Technoblade had heard some strange noises already, but this forced him to check on Addison. "Addy?" he asked, opening up her door.
He found her on the floor crying. "Addison?" he demanded, running over. He helped the girl into her bed. "What's wrong? What happened? Christ, you're warm."
Addison whimpered quietly. Techno covered her up with a blanket, checking her stitches, which luckily hadn't ripped. "I'm going to go get Phil," he murmured. "Stay... Stay here."
Addison moaned in hot silence for a while before Phil and Techno came back. Phil gently put his hand on Addison's forehead, and they both flinched backwards; one from the heat one from the cold.
"Christ you're warm!" Phil repeated. "How long have you felt like literal lava for?"
Instead of answering, Addison just sort of rambled. "Mmm... woke up an' wanted water, got it from th' bathroom but I couldn't keep in down an' I threw up an' I came back here an' tried to lie down but I couldn't get back up an' so I fell then Techno foun' me."
"Awww, Addy," Phil said sympathetically. "I'm so sorry. Why don't we head back to the hospital, alright? Just to get you some meds to help you feel better."
Addison shook her head firmly. "Nuh uh! No hospital!"
"Addy..." Phil tried to argue.
"It's probably a good idea," Techno agreed.
Addison almost started to cry. "I don't wanna go to the hospital! Everytime we go there I wake up in pain! I hate it! I just don't wanna be in pain anymore! I don't!"
Phil's heart almost broke. His willpower did. "Alright," he sighed. "But... if this gets any worse... we'll need to."
Addison put her arms out, staring directly at Techno and he knew what she wanted. Sighing, Techno sat on her bed and let the little girl curl into his side. Phil smiled as Techno became trapped. "Keep her awake," he said. "I want to get the medicine into her system."
Techno nodded, beginning to play with her hair as an attempt to keep her awake. Phil went into the bathroom and grabbed some of the kid's cold medication they had just in case. He filled up their little plastic syringes, since they were easier to use than the little cups, in his opinion.
He came back to the room and gave the medicine to Addison. She whined and curled closer to Techno, who ran his hand through her brown hair. "Go back to sleep," he whispered to her, and she obliged.
Phil and Techno exchanged a worried look. "Do you think it's infection?" Techno asked.
"I don't know," Phil sighed. "I'll have to check in the morning... Let's just hope not."
"Right. Hope," Techno rolled his eyes. "Because hope's always worked out in our favor."
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"Awwwwww poor muffin! Being sick sucks..."
"Hey, maybe we should cook her something!"
"I'm in!"
"Let's do it!"
CRASH!!!!
"You muffinhead! Are you trying to wake her up?!"
"No! But you are with that shouting!"
Addison woke up super hot to a loud crash, and she groaned. Techno had gone back to his own bed and it was just her and Clementine. "Get Niki," Addison croaked the command to Clementine, who ran off. She desperately needed water. Addison flung the covers off her body.
"Oh no you don't," Niki said, walking into the room with Clementine. "You're on bedrest missy."
"Water," Addison croaked out.
"Right here," NIki helped guide the straw into Addison's mouth, and she sucked it down quickly, draining the cup. Niki smiled sympathetically. "I also need you to take your medicine," she slid some into Addison's mouth and the girl swallowed with a sigh.
Techno knocked on the door. "Addy? You up?"
"Hi Techie..." Addison mumbled.
Techno looked sympathetic. "Sorry kid. You're under Dadza law."
"What's that mean?" Addison asked.
"Bedrest," Niki said shortly. "You let us know if you need anything. Are you hungry? Or do you need some more water?"
"Can't I at least go to the couch?" Addison asked.
"Well...." Niki hesitated.
"It's lonewy up hewe," Addison was slowly slipping into a smaller space, and Nihachu's willpower broke. "Fine," she sighed. "Let's get you into your chair."
"No need," Techno said, picking up the eleven year old bridal style. "Where to?"
"Couch," Addison said quietly, her eyes soft. She'd obviously slipped.
Techno nodded walking downstairs. It was quiet in the house. Everyone was worried and waiting.
They were all afraid of what would happen if Addison didn't get better.
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Y'all are like "Oh don't kill Addy no!!!"
Two things. One; I didn't even realize you guys were that attached to Addy.
Two; Would I seriously kill my own OC? She's an eleven year old, for pete sake!
Stay safe, stay happy, stay kind.
Also, every morning I go "Alright, time to socialize" and open up Wattpad to check my notifications.
I have problems.
LOVED ARE YOU!!!!
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