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the-little-moment · 2 days
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Angstpril Day 22: Little One
Prompt: Drained
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Summary: When everything becomes too much, Cadet Hunter, his brothers, and their favorite doctor help Tech through a meltdown.
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Senna straightened from her computer in shock when the small clone burst into her office, dark curls escaping from his bandana. 
“It’s Tech,” Hunter panted, looking like he’d run all the way. “There’s something wrong with him. Can you come?”
The doctor rose immediately to join him by the door, her unfinished forms forgotten. “Where is he?” She bent to meet the boy’s wild eyes. “Is he conscious, breathing?”
“Our barracks. Yes, it’s—it’s not like that.” The cadet’s face twisted in dismay, fingers tense and fidgeting at the hem of his tunic. “He—I couldn’t get him to come with me. Crosshair and Wrecker are watching him.”
“Come on then.”
Senna snatched her travel kit from the couch as Hunter practically fled her office, leading her out of the medbay and down the hall towards the cadet barracks, dodging past older clones who parted, wide-eyed for the doctor in his wake.  
Inside the boys’ room, she paused while her eyes adjusted to the dimness. “Over here!” Hunter beckoned from the edge of a bunk across the room where the object of his panic sat, knees to forehead, skinny arms wrapped tight around his legs. Wrecker and Crosshair were looking up at her with frightened eyes. They made room for the doctor on the bed beside their brother.
Senna lowered herself onto the bunk next to the young clone, setting her kit on the floor. “Tech, sweetheart, can you tell me what’s wrong?” He hadn’t moved as she’d sat down, not reacting at all to the sound of her voice. She looked him over for any obvious injuries.
“What happened?” She turned to the others.
Hunter bit his lip. “He just shut down like that. He was angry that he couldn’t get his pad to work and then he went all quiet. We didn’t…do so great in training today.” The last part was almost a whisper. 
“But he didn’t get hurt?”
“I don’t think so.” Senna could see frustrated tears building in the boy’s eyes as he tried to answer her questions. Behind him, Wrecker shook his head in fervent confirmation. Crosshair was quiet, eyes fixed on Tech.
She laid a hand on Hunter’s shoulder. “It’s okay. It’s going to be okay.”
“Tech?” Turning back to her patient, Senna lightly touched his arm, pulling away when he made a low moan. He suddenly began to rock back and forth on the bunk, pulling in an occasional gasping breath. As she watched, his grip on his sleeves grew alarmingly tight. 
Oh.
“Boys,” the doctor lowered her voice as she faced the others, “you’ve done a great job, but if you could go sit at the table, I think your brother could use some space.”
They obeyed, and Senna shifted to the other end of the mattress. “Sweetheart,” she murmured to the small cadet, “I’m right here. Everything is fine. You’re safe.” The lights are down, it’s quiet, just give him some time.
She leaned back against the wall, smiling calmly at the three brothers on the bench and continuing in the same soft voice, “We’re just gonna be quiet a little while for Tech, okay?”
Their heads bobbed earnestly.
Ten minutes passed while Senna willed herself to exude serenity. When a shaky sigh was heard, she turned back to Tech. He’d stopped his anxious movements, but his head was still buried in his arms. “Tech?”
“I’m sorry, Senna.” His thin voice was worn with exhaustion.
“There’s nothing to be sorry for, little one. I understand.” She raised her hand, then paused, “Do you mind if I touch you?”
The boy unfolded, revealing a tear-stained face beneath his large goggles. Tech wiped his nose on his sleeve and shook his head, still not meeting her eyes. Senna touched his shoulder gently, pleased when he didn’t flinch. “It’s alright, dear.” She was surprised when he turned and pressed himself into her side, his forehead against her collarbone. His delicate hands were tucked between them and she sighed in relief as her arms came up to hold him. 
Senna stroked Tech’s soft, brown hair as his brothers made an apprehensive approach. Bolstered by the doctor’s smile and lifted arm, Wrecker immediately snuggled into her other side. Hunter took his place next to Tech, one small hand on his brother’s back, and Crosshair climbed onto the far end of the bed, not touching anyone, but still wanting to be close. 
“You boys did such a good job.” Senna sighed again as she let her eyes close, just for a bit, she told herself. Then she’d go back to those karking forms. “Thank you for helping me.”
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This one was more whump or hurt/comfort than angst, but that's okay 😅. I love the little Batch so much, especially little Tech.
8 more days of Angstpril! 😳 As always, the rest of the fics from this collab can be found by following our hashtag, #littlekyberthoughts, and by visiting @kybercrystals94, @just-here-with-my-thoughts, and my blogs.
Happy reading. 😬
Taglist: @clonethirstingisreal @lightwise @freesia-writes
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dumblr · 2 months
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Yes I’ve not posted art in 345963475+ years but I did see The Finale upon its release and this has been sitting in my drafts for so long. Have time-skip Amity Blight. If I missed any detail, no I didn’t.
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positiveseed · 1 year
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intellectual6666 · 1 month
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You know what the worst feeling is ? It is when you don't feel like doing the one you love doing, don't want to talk to that one person you love the most, your favourite dishes doesn't give you that same excitement anymore, even the place where you drifted into deep slumber doesn't feel comfortable enough now, you wear those same kind of clothes because you don't want to make yourself look beautiful and you hurt those people who actually care for you and love you. Why does this happen ? And why does this feeling stays for such a long time ? It feels like you have the body but not the soul, you don't want to live but you don't wanna die either. It's such a confusing situation and it gives such a sick feeling in the stomach which cannot be explained in words.
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dearest-lula · 7 months
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09.22.23 ✿°•∘ Midterms will start in the next few weeks and I already feel overwhelmed with the amount of assessments. I don't even know where to start plus I feel drained. (╥﹏╥)
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alwaysbeenastormx · 10 months
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Thank god it’s Friday lol
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cigarett3afters3x · 7 months
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gears2gnomes · 5 months
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Too much stuff is going on and I am reaching my limit.
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blaithnne · 2 months
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HELLO. I am sick and NOT in my usual cool awesome 😎 kind of way lol. Also generally drained from life in general don’t know why ANYWAYS Chapter 11 of Plenism will be up tomorrow, but after that I’ve gotta do another hiatus cries. I didn’t wanna so soon after the last one but needs must lol. Not sure when I’ll be back to posting — I once again have to rebuild my backlog and idk how long it’ll take, but I’ll let you guys know a week in advance when I’ll be back! Thank u for ur patience <3
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pars-cor · 2 months
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sillyskys · 5 months
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