Could you write a fic about Skye being sick and mama may taking care of her?
I’m all about the Mama May! I adored this prompt, so thanks for giving it to me! I hope you enjoy!
It started with the sniffles. That’s how it always begins. At
first, it isn’t noticeable, just irritating. Little sniffs here and there. Your
nasal passages progressively get more and more clogged, to the point where you
can’t breathe through it.
That was how it began for Skye. Her nose was felt funny when
she woke up in the morning, but she wrote it off as dust, or something trivial
like that. In a world of spies and gifted individuals, there were far more
important things then awkward-feeling noses.
By the end of the day, she sat with a box of tissues by her
side as she worked. Every few minutes, she snatched up another one and blew, a
loud, honking noise that attracted more than one curious look. Hunter actually
laughed at her, and she kicked him in the gut.
The following morning, Skye was greeted with a rough, hacking
cough the moment she opened her eyes. It made her throat raw and her chest
ache. She was granted a few minutes of peace before another one wracked her