One-shots [Reqs: 5]

Can U Get Pregante - 4

HI SO

I'M WAYYYYYY FUCKING BEHIND ON UPDATING HERE EHEHE I'M SORRY

you guys are getting a LOT of updates today because i was lazy and put it off, so i'm 5 whole ass updates behind. there are four more fics on the way guys, and one of them is fuckin, what, 10k words????? yeah, you guys are getting a fucking MEAL

ANYWAYS, HERE'S CAN U GET PREGANTE CHAPTER 4!!! if you haven't read the other chapters, please do aspdhfasdga

this update is pretty, hehehe, epic if you ask me

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The infirmary floor was cold against his bones, an icy chill that had him shaking. There were other reasons why he was shaking, but he was trying not to think about it. He was trying.

His back ached, protesting his curled posture against the unforgiving wall, but he didn't dare move away. He pressed himself into the corner harder, clinging to the blanket he'd dragged along. [It was distressing, the lack of clothes. He felt naked.] He held a fistful of it in one shaking hand, keeping it in place against his chest to hide as much as he could.

In his other hand, against the floor at his feet, a long needle from one of the IV drips stuck out between his clenched fingers. Cross shut his eyes against the images in his mind, chest constricting as he tried to breathe through it.

̶M̶a̶y̶b̶e̶ ̶h̶e̶ ̶c̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ ̶u̶s̶e̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶n̶e̶e̶d̶l̶e̶.̶ ̶H̶e̶'̶d̶ ̶a̶l̶r̶e̶a̶d̶y̶ ̶t̶r̶i̶e̶d̶.̶

He couldn't bring himself to leave the room, to run. His legs would buckle, his body would ache, when he tried to stand. Would it be cowardly if he did? He already felt like a coward, huddled and trembling in the corner like a̶ ̶c̶h̶i̶l̶d an idiot afraid of a storm.

Where would he even run to? The Stars? The Omega Timeline? H̶o̶t̶l̶a̶n̶d̶. There was nowhere to go where he'd be safe. Even if he did, the growing strain on his magic told him that he'd have a hard time getting there without help.

He didn't have help. He had no one.

̶N̶o̶ ̶o̶n̶e̶?̶

His bones rattled the slightest bit louder, the cold seeping into his body, leeching away his energy faster than he could think to fight it. He was so tired. So stars damned tired of everything. Gritting his teeth, he shifted a little closer to the wall, trembling. Any second now, the shadows would betray him. His emotions would out him, give away his state.

Any second now, Nightmare would come and it would all be over.

̶S̶t̶a̶r̶s̶,̶ ̶p̶l̶e̶a̶s̶e̶ ̶l̶e̶t̶ ̶i̶t̶ ̶a̶l̶l̶ ̶b̶e̶ ̶o̶v̶e̶r̶.̶

His ecto twinged, his abdomen aching. He shut his eyes, squeezing them shut against the incessant call of the thing that had burrowed into the empty space of his stomach. The pulses were pleading. A cry for help.

Opening his eyes, Cross let go of the blanket, pushing his fist against the softening surface of his stomach through his medical gown. Maybe if he just.. He pressed harder, a new pain blooming. Nausea washed over him as he felt the souling begin to squirm almost frantically.  ̶G̶e̶t̶ ̶i̶t̶ ̶o̶u̶t̶,̶ ̶g̶e̶t̶ ̶i̶t̶ ̶o̶u̶t̶-̶

He choked, something in his mind snapping like a whip, a freezing shock crackling down his spine. Gasping, he pulled his hand away and covered his mouth, muffling his heavy breathing. Tears trickled down his face, dripping around and through his fingers and seeping into his mouth, leaving a salty taste. He couldn't.

It stopped squirming, its pleading soulbeat slowing to a calm pace, and Cross sobbed into his hand. He let go of the IV needle to flatten his hand against his stomach, a tender ache making him wince. "I.." He could feel it move, the souling responding to his touch and drifting just the slightest bit closer to his hand. The same hand he tried to crush it with. The corners of his mouth twitched down, his grimace twisting into a pained line. "I'm so sorry," he whispered, his voice thin.