Side Sickness
It was suppose to be a simple mission. But here you were lying on the bed in the medical wing of the compound, with a bullet in your leg. Bruce had said it was too deep to just remove so you were being prepped for surgery. you had asked Bruce to wait to tell your girls until he knew you would be fine, not wanting to worry them.
“ready y/n/n?” he asked.
you nodded, still in too much pain to talk. he placed the mask down on your face, instructing you to count back from ten. you had barely hit eight when the darkness took over.
It was about an hour later you started to come to. the first thing that registered in your very fuzzy brain was the feeling of fingers carding through your hair. long nails running over your scalp in a way that made you want to go back to sleep. two voices chatted lively before going silent. upon opening your eyes, the bright lights seemed to make you nauseous,. quickly you shut them again. but nat noticed.
“Y/n/n? you with us baby?” nat asked, and you felt the fingers stop to tease a small knot out of your hair. you merely groaned. making Wanda chuckle.
“mm don’t feel good.” you whined. nat frowned and Wanda made some motion with her hand that sent nat to get bruce.
a moment later you heard the footsteps return and bruce folding his glasses.
“Y/n? Natasha says you don’t feel good.” you nodded, swallowing the nausea that built with the dizziness of the action. “can you tell me where it hurts, i thought i got the dosage correct for the pain meds but maybe you lost some weight?”
“‘m not sick.” you whined. Making both girls frown, you only ever acted like this when you felt ill. Wanda noticed the shift in the pallor of your skin before nat or bruce, probably because she was closest. quickly she reached behind her to grab a sick bag as you threw up into it. one hand held the bag to your chin and the other ran circles on your back. you coughed spitting the foul taste into the bag before flopping back and placing an arm over your eyes.
“is that… is that suppose to happen?” nat asked as Wanda threw away the sick bag and grabbed another just in case.
“its not common but it can happen as a side effect of the anaesthesia . Keep an eye on her and if it happens again come get me. just a warning the drugs might make her a bit … loopy.”
“loopy how?” nat asked as bruce scurried away. “BRUCE LOOPY HOW?” she yelled, making you wince.
“headache bubs?” Wanda asked, going back to stroking back your hair.”
“mmmm.” you agreed. “tell nat to make less wiggly air.”
“what?” Wanda asked.
“sound waves are just wiggly air and nattys being too loud, for the brain. ‘s makin’ it angry.” you slurred
“sorry baby.” nat sighed kissing your knuckles. Wanda waved her hand and used her magic to lower the lights, and carefully peeled back your arm from your eyes.
“can i see those pretty eyes baby girl?”
you grinned opening you eyes wide to stare at Wanda. nat laughed as you relaxed again and flopped back.
“ow.” you frowned.
“what hurts baby?” nat asked
“my life.” you shrugged.
“ok.” Wanda smiled, as nat looked confused.
“‘m sleepy”
“you can rest now bubs.” Wanda cooed ignoring nats open mouth to protest. “we’ll be right here the whole time.”
the next time you opened you eyes the nausea was back. Wanda paused her conversation with nat, each girl sat on either side of your bed in the med bay.
“y/n/n? you ok?” nat frowned, motioning to Wanda to get the sick bag just incase.
“gonna be sick.” you cried, sitting up straight, almost vomiting into you lap if it weren’t for Wanda’s quick reaction to slide the sickbag back under your chin to catch it.
“shh its ok baby. your ok.” nat cooed, rubbing your back. slightly more lucid this time tears flowed over your cheeks. you spat again and leaned back gingerly to avoid aggravating your leg.
“are you feeling better now?” Wanda asked. you shot a weak thumbs up and closed your eyes again.
“I’m going to tell bruce you were sick again.” nat replied. leaving the room to find him. after a few minutes of Wanda getting rid of the bag again she sat back by your side. running her hands through your hair again.
“it’ll be ok y/n/n your doing so good for us.” you hadn’t realised the tear were still flowing but you made not move to stop them.
“never let me get shot again.” you muttered.
“Baby i wasn’t even with you this time.” she chuckled slightly.
“don’t leave me again.” you whined.
“I didn’t plan on it ever again my sweet. never again.” she kissed your forehead and you let sleep take over again still feeling felt and exhausted down to your bones.