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Ugh, I’m fine. No need to worry N over nothing. Uzi rubbed at her visor as she looked around her room. Then she curled up into herself. N’s gonna be here soon, I should probably get up.
Uzi rolled out of bed, fixing her beanie and trying to ignore the glitchy feeling in her stomach. She quickly picked a few things up off the floor, more careful than usual to avoid losing her balance.
Then she heard a knock on her bedroom door. Stepping over to open it, she prepared herself to act like she was fine. She waved as she opened the door, knowing it would only be N on the other side, since her dad was currently out fixing other doors. Or making out with them, who knows. (He wouldn’t be back until tomorrow afternoon, so they had plenty of time to hang out uninterrupted.)
N seemed to notice something was wrong as he greeted her with a hug. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. Just a little tired, I don’t know what the hell is up with my sleep mode.” Uzi rubbed her visor again and led N over to the bed. She really didn’t want to be on her feet any longer than she had to be.
N noticed the excessive heat coming from Uzi. “You sure you’re okay? Do you need me to go get you some oil?” He held Uzi a little tighter.
Well, this was a problem. Uzi knew any oil she tried to drink would just come back up, but refusing the offer would also be suspicious. “No thanks.” She shook her head and leaned her head on N’s shoulder.
“…Are you sure about that? I’m pretty sure you’re overheating.” He squeezed Uzi one more time before standing up. “I’m just getting you some oil. I’ll be right back.” Then he was gone.
Shit. This wasn’t going to go well. Uzi groaned in annoyance, hoping she wouldn’t have to bother N. Because she knew he would worry about her, and then she’d feel bad. He was already going this far out of his way for her.
“Here you go, buddy. Let’s see if this helps.” N handed her a cup of oil before sitting back down. He wrapped an arm around Uzi once again as she looked at the cup of oil guiltily. He had brought it to her, and she wished she could drink it. But she knew it would just come back up.
They sat in silence for a few minutes, just enjoying each other’s company. But N had noticed Uzi wasn’t drinking her oil. “How come you aren’t drinking your oil? Do you feel glitchy?”
Uzi froze. Oh Robo-God, he figured it out. I probably should’ve expected that, but still. Now I’m going to be a bother. “I’m fine,” she eventually managed to say.
“You’re obviously not fine; you’re not drinking your oil. It’s alright if you don’t feel good. I don’t mind taking care of you.” N held Uzi closer, setting the cup of oil on the nightstand.
Uzi found herself cuddling closer to N, despite telling herself she shouldn’t be so clingy.
“Do you think the oil would come back up? Is that why you aren’t drinking it?” N started rubbing Uzi’s back gently, trying to provide some sort of comfort. It was obvious to him she was glitching. He knew this was just something that happened to her specific model occasionally, but that didn’t mean it was any fun.
“I told you, I’m fine. You don’t need to worry about me.” Uzi knew this was starting to become a losing battle, but she kept fighting. She didn’t want to be a bother.
“Buddy… you know I don’t mind taking care of you. Come on, tell me what’s hurting you. Please?” N’s tone was almost pleading.
“I don’t want to bother you. I’m fine.” Uzi almost made the sentences sound fairly normal, before a sharp pain in her stomach had her grabbing for the trash can.
N was forced to put the comment about not wanting to bother him aside for the moment as he held Uzi’s hair back out of her face. “Hey… you’re going to be alright. Just get all this up. I bet that’ll help a lot.” N couldn’t really do a whole lot more than hold her hair back and talk to her, given he only had two hands.
Eventually Uzi was able to look up again. It was made obvious the whole ordeal had tired her out as she almost collapsed into N. “Sorry. I didn’t want you to have to deal with this. I swear I wasn’t trying to bother you or anything.”
“Don’t apologize. I don’t mind. Do you at least feel a little better?” N waited to pull Uzi into his lap until he could confirm she was done.
“Maybe.”
“Do you think you’re done for now?” N patted her back a little bit.
“Mhm.” Uzi sleepily cuddled up into N once he finally set her in his lap.
“Oh, are you little right now?”
“Nuh-uh.” It was obvious Uzi was regressing, but she still didn’t want to bother N.
“It’s okay to be little, buddy. I don’t mind. Do you want me to get the little stuff out?” N reached over for a box on Uzi’s nightstand, then paused.
Uzi found herself nodding before she could stop. She hung onto N as he grabbed the box off of the nightstand, mindful of the cup of oil still sitting next to it.
“Do you want your binky?” N picked a purple pacifier up out of the box, wiping some stray dust off before offering it to the little.
Uzi nodded, so N popped it into her mouth.
“There we go. Is that better?”
“Mhm.” Uzi almost started to fall into sleep mode, but she did her best to stay awake, wanting to be close to N for as long as possible.
“That’s good. How old are you right now? Can you show me with your fingers?”
Uzi thought for a moment, before sleepily holding up one finger.
N found himself rocking the little back and forth. “So you’re really little then. You’re my little baby right now, hm? Is that right?”
Uzi nodded, smiling a little behind the pacifier, despite feeling awful.
N remembered something. “Do you have a clean onesie in the closet you want to wear? I think that would be a little more comfortable, since you’re so little.”
Uzi pointed to a black onesie with a skull design on the front, visible through the open closet door. N went to go get it, carrying Uzi with him the whole time.
Once he’d obtained the onesie and returned to the bed, he asked, “Are you little enough to need help?”
Uzi thought for a moment. “Need help,” she finally said, raising her arms to let N take her jacket off.
N quickly took her jacket and shirt off before picking up the onesie. “Arms up again, bub,” he said.
Uzi raised her arms, letting N put the onesie on her.
“Can you do the snaps yourself? You know I don’t like where I have to reach to do them up.”
Uzi slowly did up the snaps. Once she was done, she reached out to N, who picked her up again.
N noticed Uzi seemed to be in pain again. “Can you tell me what hurts? Is it your belly?”
Uzi curled up to N again, who noticed she didn’t seem to be quite as overheated. “Mhm.”
“I’m sorry, bub. How bad does it hurt?”
“Bad.”
N considered for a moment. “I’m sorry you’re feeling like this, buddy. Do you want me to lay down with you?”
Uzi nodded and dragged N down to the bed with her. N just tugged the blankets over the both of them, holding Uzi tight against his chest after giving her the weighted blanket.
“Do you want me to rub your belly? Would that help?” N hesitated, waiting for permission.
“Can try.” Uzi took N’s hand, placing it on her stomach.
The pressure and the heat from the motors in N’s hand seemed to help, he noticed. “Does that make it better?”
“Uh-huh.” Uzi held onto the handle of her pacifier, starting to fall into sleep mode.
“Go to sleep, bub. You’ll feel better when you wake up, hopefully. I’ll be right here.”
“Sorry you had to deal with me…” Uzi did her best to force the more mature words out, even though all she really wanted to do was babble.
“Don’t apologize, buddy. You haven’t done anything wrong. There’s nothing wrong with needing to be taken care of sometimes. Besides, you’re cute when you’re little.”
Uzi blushed a bit at N’s last sentence, almost asleep. “Love you…”
“I love you too, bub. I’ll be here when you wake up.”
N noticed Uzi was finally asleep.