The Bad Batch: Oneshots

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Wrecker rolled over, gripping his head at the sudden rush and pressure. Blinking away the haze, he sat up, but maybe a little too quick as his head pounded in pain.

"Aw, come on," Wrecker grumbled, suddenly noticing how it was harder to breathe through one nostril. He clutched Lula, his stuffed tooka he had acquired not too long ago and shuffled his way to Tech's bed.

"Techhhh, wakkkeee upppp," he whispered not so quietly into his little brother's ear.

"What is it, Wrecker?" Tech asked, not bothering to open his eyes. It wasn't the first time he was rudely woken up before he needed too. Wrecker tended to do it every other day anyways.

"I-I don't feel so well."

Tech's eyes flew open. He immediately backed away into the wall. If there was one thing he despised most in the galaxy (besides the Kaminoan's tests), it was being ill. He hated the headaches that usually came with it, the stuffed up nose and the constant coughing. As much as he loved his brothers, he would make sure to stay away from them when they fell to a sickness. Wrecker, however, seemed to have forgotten that preference.

"Well don't come near me. Go bother Crosshair or Hunter, but stay within six feet away from my premises." He stuck his arm out to indicate the failed distance. Wrecker rolled his eyes, but stepped back.

"I just wanted to know if we had any medicine," he asked with a nasalized voice.

"Check by Crosshair's bed. There should be some in the drawer. Perhaps some tissues as well."

Wrecker nodded, stomping towards the cabinets. He was surprised to see that Crosshair was awake, but didn't say anything. He rummaged through the items until he found a small bottle of pills. Luckily there was one left.

"What do you think you're doing?" Wrecker stopped just as he was about to pop the pill into his mouth.

Crosshair grimaced at the way his voice sounded. His throat hurt like crazy and his words rasped, making them come out funny. He couldn't sleep due to every time he swallowed, his throat felt like sandpaper.

"Taking medicine because I'm sick," Wrecker stated, showing him the small white pill.

"So you're the di'kut who brought the cold here," he tried to say flatly, but ended up voice cracking almost every word.

"Hey, I'm not a di'kut. How is this my fault?"

"You got it first, didn't you? Therefore, you are the one to blame," Crosshair growled, snatching the pill out of Wrecker's hand and swallowing it in one gulp.

"Crosshair! I needed that!" Wrecker shouted, turning Lula into a weapon as he started wacking him with the toy.

The two exchanged insults at each other as the situation escalated.

Hunter pulled a pillow over his head. His ears were ringing. Whatever Wrecker and Crosshair had, he must have gotten it too. Though any sickness was unpleasant, with heightened senses it was a nightmare.

"Would you two shut up!" Hunter hollered at the pair bickering loudly. He pulled at the strands of hair that were now almost down to his shoulders.

"Crosshair started it!"

"And, so what?"

"I'll show you 'so what'."

Hunter grumbled as his brothers continued to argue. He normally would break them up, but for once he felt too tired to. Instead, he placed one pillow on each side of his head to try and find some peace and quiet, only occasionally hearing Wrecker's shouts and Tech's rants as they came too close to him.

Tech would definitely be the one to have asthma if he got sick. Change my mind.

Again, sorry that the updates are slow. School has been really overwhelming. Ahem, CHEMISTRY,GEOMETRY, SPANISH, HISTORY. Already failed one test this year😃 I've just had a lot of homework and essays these past few weeks, and I procrastinate so everything gets done at night and that's when I normally write