Fic: Not Enough
Written for the Angst Bingo.
Title: Not Enough
Prompt: Fever
Fandom: Power Rangers Wild Force
Pairings: None
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not mine. Saban's, I believe.
When the monster had struck, Cole had been taken down quickly. They hadn’t even seen what had happened as Cole collapsed to the ground, but Taylor had been the first one to him. He reached up and she took his hand, helping him to his feet. He’d nodded that he was alright and stayed in the fight as they managed to finish taking down to Org, but the minute they demorphed, Cole was back on the ground, clutching his stomach.
They’d managed to get him home, which was quite the feat considering how much he could barely move. Eventually, Taylor had ordered Danny to carry him and he had quickly listened to her. Her tone had the undercurrents of worry in it but no one mentioned it to her as they set him down and Princess Shayla looked over him. It was easily determined that the Org had made him sick with something, but Taylor was worried about his rising fever more than anything else. She looked at the others.
“Max! Blankets! Now! Danny, if you know any sort of plant that helps with fevers, bring me that! Alyssa! Get him some water! And if any of you can manage it, make him some soup! Now!” She yelled and turned her attention back to Cole. She reached over and took his hand, not saying anything. He opened his eyes and gave her a weak smile which she didn’t bother returning, and squeezed her hand. She felt the irony of the situation, but let it be for a minute.
There was nothing she could do other than what she’d done. Taylor was a woman of action. She wanted to fight something or smash something or just do anything to help him, but the only thing she could do was sit there and hold his hand as he began to sweat. The fever felt like it was even getting hotter though Taylor wasn’t sure if that was just her imagination. She turned around and bellowed. “What’s taking you guys so long?!”
“Taylor,” Cole said in barely above a whisper. “It's okay.”
“It is not okay, Cole!” She snarled before pushing it back and looking a little upset with herself. “I’m sorry. I just… I don’t know what to do.”
He squeezed her hand again and Taylor didn’t move from where she sat. She fought back the frustrated tears that were coming to her eyes and kept her look as neutral as she could. She barely noticed as Max dumped all of their blankets onto Cole or when Alyssa came back with both water and soup and began to administer both. Danny came back soon after with his hands full of herbs, but she didn’t notice that either. She just kept her eyes on Cole’s face as he tried to hide how sick he was from the rest of them.
His fever eventually spiked and went down, going to a reasonable level as the night wore on and they didn’t have to fight anything else for the moment. Yet, Taylor didn’t take pride in that, well not personal pride anyway, because she hadn’t been able to do anything for him. Eventually, she recited the Animarium book her mother had read to her from memory, unable to think of anything else to do. While Cole smiled and thanked her, it just didn’t feel like enough.
Title: Not Enough
Prompt: Fever
Fandom: Power Rangers Wild Force
Pairings: None
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not mine. Saban's, I believe.
When the monster had struck, Cole had been taken down quickly. They hadn’t even seen what had happened as Cole collapsed to the ground, but Taylor had been the first one to him. He reached up and she took his hand, helping him to his feet. He’d nodded that he was alright and stayed in the fight as they managed to finish taking down to Org, but the minute they demorphed, Cole was back on the ground, clutching his stomach.
They’d managed to get him home, which was quite the feat considering how much he could barely move. Eventually, Taylor had ordered Danny to carry him and he had quickly listened to her. Her tone had the undercurrents of worry in it but no one mentioned it to her as they set him down and Princess Shayla looked over him. It was easily determined that the Org had made him sick with something, but Taylor was worried about his rising fever more than anything else. She looked at the others.
“Max! Blankets! Now! Danny, if you know any sort of plant that helps with fevers, bring me that! Alyssa! Get him some water! And if any of you can manage it, make him some soup! Now!” She yelled and turned her attention back to Cole. She reached over and took his hand, not saying anything. He opened his eyes and gave her a weak smile which she didn’t bother returning, and squeezed her hand. She felt the irony of the situation, but let it be for a minute.
There was nothing she could do other than what she’d done. Taylor was a woman of action. She wanted to fight something or smash something or just do anything to help him, but the only thing she could do was sit there and hold his hand as he began to sweat. The fever felt like it was even getting hotter though Taylor wasn’t sure if that was just her imagination. She turned around and bellowed. “What’s taking you guys so long?!”
“Taylor,” Cole said in barely above a whisper. “It's okay.”
“It is not okay, Cole!” She snarled before pushing it back and looking a little upset with herself. “I’m sorry. I just… I don’t know what to do.”
He squeezed her hand again and Taylor didn’t move from where she sat. She fought back the frustrated tears that were coming to her eyes and kept her look as neutral as she could. She barely noticed as Max dumped all of their blankets onto Cole or when Alyssa came back with both water and soup and began to administer both. Danny came back soon after with his hands full of herbs, but she didn’t notice that either. She just kept her eyes on Cole’s face as he tried to hide how sick he was from the rest of them.
His fever eventually spiked and went down, going to a reasonable level as the night wore on and they didn’t have to fight anything else for the moment. Yet, Taylor didn’t take pride in that, well not personal pride anyway, because she hadn’t been able to do anything for him. Eventually, she recited the Animarium book her mother had read to her from memory, unable to think of anything else to do. While Cole smiled and thanked her, it just didn’t feel like enough.