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Author's Note: Hey guys, sorry, I was dealing with a bully on my other story: Watching Their Fates
It took me a bit to realize that I should I act like the grown-up instead of arguing with them and ignore them. They won't make me give up!
ALSO! I've been writing your guy's requests but I've been jumping around because for some reason I can't write.
REQUESTS WILL BE CLOSED UNTIL I CATCH UP! Sorry guys, I didn't think this story would become actually important!
SORRY I KINDA MESSED UP THIS CHAPTER AND DIDN'T FULLY DO THE REQUEST iT PROBABLY SUCKS
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Summary: When Jim is too stressed to carry himself through of training and falls ill, his friends are concerned. (This one-shot is kinda sucky)
Characters: Jim, Toby, Claire, Blinky, Aaarrrgghh
Rating: K
Requested By: FanGirlForever19 on Fanfiction (I think it's on )
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"Not every enemy you face will attack alone. Goblins are a very informative example but other robust enemies may appear in numbers. The goal of the exercise is to survive against Tobias, Claire, and Aaarrrgghh when you lose your own support Master Jim!"
As Blinky spoke, the Trollhunter lifted his sword, pointing it in the direction of his friends who managed to surround him as his back pressed against the stone wall. His mood to train had drained once his armor had coated his body. After all, the thoughts of Angor Rot merely threatening him for the ring to be pulled from Strickler had constantly pounded against his mind and causing a slight headache to occur.
The mere thought of going against his very own principal without even harming the man because that stupid bond with his mother had caused Jim to let out a scream of anger and stress whenever he had been alone. First, it had been trying to win Spring Fling for his best friend, who itched to become a duke. He had no clue on the reasoning to win Spring Fling, but to Toby, it had been the popularity that came with the crown - which Jim could care less about if anything. He wanted to tell his best friend that being popular didn't matter, he had Jim to be his true friend anyways. However, ever since they had gotten into this Trollhunting business, Toby had grown more confident and needed others to keep it up for him which was ridiculous, but it kept him happy.
Then, Mr. Strickler had mocked and teased the sixteen-year-old boy repeatedly about bringing his mother to the constant dates and how Jim couldn't even lay a hand on the very annoying and displeasing man because the simple touch of anger could hurt his mother. That instantly caused the stress to grow.
Pilling to the stress was Angor Rot requesting for the ring. He had used Jim to free his soul by using his mother. Sadly, the boy hadn't found a way to retrieve the ring yet as Blinky still researched for something to help the Trollhunters out.
Jim had such a hard time to keep up with his responsibilities. Sometimes he had wanted to throw himself at the enemy's hands and wish for an end but thinking of his mother, Claire, Toby, the trolls, even the world had caused him to gather himself before any rational decisions were made.
Suddenly, a grunt echoed. The soft noise had been rather close than what Jim had expected. What shocked him, even more, was the fact he had been fighting his friends while he was trapped in his mind of thoughts. Yet, the thoughts he was formerly reviewing over and the fact was that with every swing he used to push his friends back, another one would step up.
Just the amount of people being thrown at him at a constant rate and the thoughts crowding his mind, Jim couldn't take any more of the stress causing events and lowered his sword, causing his friends to think he had given up during the duel. They had been clueless about his ill-fated expedition.
Jim could no longer register how he positioned his body nor what the people had been doing around him. Especially when they spoke, it seemed as if their voices had been muffled.
"Alright Master Jim you sadly gave up but that is okay. Instead, we should commence with the next- Master Jim?" Blinky questioned as he watched his Trollhunter stand rather still, his body hunching over. The boy held up his armored hand while the other one hung from his body, almost as if the sword had been weighing it down.
"H-hold that thought," Jim mumbled. Suddenly, every movement became slow as his friends watched him stumble, no longer being able to support himself to even stand. Claire couldn't help but wince as the sword dropped and not any longer to only be followed by its wielder.
Black spots danced in Jim's vision, his heavy breaths surrounding him causing it to be the only thing he could hear. His vision blurred as his feet stumbled over one another before his sword dropped to the floor with a large clang (or to Jim, it had echoed as if the item was far away).
The Trollhunter tumbled to the floor, his armored knees pressing into the stone as his body heaved. His throat burned with every pained gasp until the contents in his stomach finally poured from his body and onto the rocky surface.
Over his removal of his lunch, he heard his name being distantly called even though the people who called for him stood beside him and a hand rested on his back while one grabbed onto his arm. His dazed vision followed the hand now connected to his arm to find a slim figure with short brown hair blending into nothing but an outline.
Finally, no longer able to hold himself up, Jim dropped to the ground, a pair of arms scooped beneath him before he could actually collide with the floor and most likely lay where he expelled his stomach. The gentle hold carefully pulled him against their body and a soft, almost delicate hand rubbed against his temple, feeling the beads of sweat cascading down his forehead.
He let a guttural moan scrape against his raw throat before closing his eyes and letting the world fade.
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Jim's let out a soft grunt as his eyes gently cracked open and took in his surroundings. He was no longer laying helplessly on the floor of the Hero's Forge but instead, he found himself lying flat on a stone bed with a countless amount of thick cloth under his numbed body to keep him resting comfortably. Another drawn-out blanket covered his lanky form as a soft pillow had kept his head propped up.
What he had also realized about his current state, that he had felt a little better than he had before. There was still a nauseous feeling resting in his stomach but he had no means to actually expel any more foods. Jim's clothing had actually just been the simple white t-shirt that fit loosely against him, and instead of his jeans, he was wearing loose pajama pants.
His fingers gently ran against the cloth beneath him, tracing each piece of fur as his eyes moved to the table beside his bed. On the smooth table carved from stone had been a mug of water and some damp cloths. What also caught his attention was his amulet and his phone.
With a soft hum that he couldn't keep contained, he slowly slipped an arm from the covers and wrapped his fingers around his phone. He held the small device up, only to see what time it had been.
12:00 am...
Jim didn't care for what the clock read until he finally registered on where he was. He was still in TrollMarket. The young hero quickly pulled himself from his makeshift bed however, he instantly regretted the quick move when his head buzzed and a sudden dizziness knocked him to the floor.
Fortunately, the fall wasn't anywhere near dangerous to his body and a rug was placed beneath him. The Trollhunter groaned out and gently pushed himself off the floor, his arms shaking at his weight.
Jim lifted his head up weakly as he still leveled himself out of the floor, still trying to get up. Frantic footsteps had caught his attention and the curtain used as a door was pushed back to show the person who had heard him.
"B-Blinky?" Jim muttered as the thick-skinned troll lowered his arms to the floor and gently cradled the boy who he had secretly called his son.
"Master Jim, you shouldn't have gotten up." He said quietly, careful to not cause any discomfort to the human as he lowered him onto the bed and flopped the blanket over Jim.
Jim said nothing and pulled the blanket over his chin as he curled into it. "What happened?" Jim asked in a hoarse voice.
"You had lost consciousness during your training. The sudden fall you taken was perturbing but we managed to collect ourselves before bringing you into the library." The boy groaned. "In fact, we figured out that you had too many things keeping you on your toes and it caused what you humans call Stress. Too much of it made you ill."
The stone creature pressed one of his hands on Jim's forehead with a sad smile. The sudden contact had caused Jim to press himself further into the touch.
"Let me get Claire, she fought Toby to be the first one to see you." Jim wanted to laugh, the simple sentence had created a small image of her pinning down Toby over something so simple. However, he had no energy to even yawn.
Blinky removed his hand and stepped out from the room, the sudden cold air that bounced onto his forehead made him whimper at the loss of contact.
It hadn't even been a few minutes before he heard a lighter pitter-patter of footsteps leading into this room and Claire popping into his field of vision.
"Jim!" She called happily and stood beside him. Her hand reaching for his hand and trapping it within her grip. "How are you feeling?"
"L-like I've been sat on by Aaarrrgghh." He mumbled and Claire couldn't help but let out a small chuckle. She released his hand and moved swiftly around the bed and to the table before filling the tankard with more water. Jim's other hand quickly grasped onto her one free hand. He had become clingy.
Claire smiled. "Would you like some water?" She mumbled.
"N-no. 'm fine." His words slurred together before he remembered the time. "I need to-- My mom."
"It's okay, we handled it. I told her that you were stressed after studying for hours on Spanish that you got sick. I told her that you were resting at my house and will miss school for the day before you return home. Luckily she will be at the hospital all day so she can't really visit you but we can sneak you home later." Her thumb rubbed against his cheek.
"Y-you're still awake?" Claire simply nodded. She was clearly worried about him which made Jim frown. He hated that she was stressing herself out because he had become valuable. Claire placed herself on the side of the bed and made sure he was fully covered.
"You should go back to sleep, don't worry about anything okay. Just rest." Jim let out a small sigh before closing his eyes and letting his grip on her falter. Claire pulled herself from his side and went to find a chair.
The sudden movement caused Jim to open his eyes and glance at her. "Claire." He mumbled softly, the noise not going unheard.
"Yeah?" With no words, Jim fumbled with the blanket and moved to the side of his large bed and held up his warm, comforting blanket. "Want me to lay with you? Are you sure?"
"Please?" He looked at her with pleading eyes that instantly made him win in the situation. Saying no to him rarely happened, unless he wanted to do something completely stupid but saying no to cuddling with him was pointless. One, he wasn't feeling well and Claire knew how clingy he could be. Two, free cuddles, yes, please.
Claire smiled and dived beneath the covers and wrapped her arms around his waist before pressing her head against his chest. She couldn't help but grin even wider when she felt him move closer beside her and instantly fall limp within her hold. She kissed the tip of his nose before closing her eyes as well.
If anyone had walked into them holding one another tightly, there would be lots of explaining. Needless to say, Toby had taken a lot of pictures.
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Yeah, so it started getting rough throughout the end, I kind of rushed it but that is okay.
But hey! I updated right?
Sorry if it sucked but see you next chapter.
MIGHT BE ADDING MY OWN IDEAS IN AS WELL SO I CAN START WITH A CLEAN SLATE!
Astrid OUT!