So this is a Lyra x Tech one shot, I just can't fit it into the book since there's no space for it in my plan for the book anymore.

So I'm putting it here! :D

Tw: Sickness.

Lyra scanned her patient and hummed as she read over the results. Her patient looked up at her nervously, so she patted his arm comfortingly.

"Looks like it's just a fracture. Take a bit of time off from training and I'll give you some medication for the pain," Lyra told the cadet. "No more jumping over tables, you hear?"

"Yes ma'am," the cadet nodded. 

"Alright," Lyra replied and rummaged through her drawers for the pain meds. "Here you go. I'll send some instructions to your squad leader when I can think straight. My mind's just a bit foggy."

"Yes ma'am," he slipped off the exam table, and she handed him a crutch. "Thank you."

"No problem," Lyra smiled. "Have a good day. Come back if it starts to hurt more, or if anything else comes up."

"Will do," the cadet hobbled off.

Lyra rested her head against the wall and took a deep breath. Everything was spinning, and she felt too hot.

"Lyra?" Omega said as she skipped into the med bay. "What are you doing?"

"Just... helping out," Lyra squeezed her eyes shut. "What do you need?"

"I wanted to go to the cafeteria together!" Omega enthusiastically said.

"Sorry, I'm busy," Lyra regretfully said. "I have to fill out a form to get a cadet some time off from training."

"Aw okay," Omega said disappointedly.

Lyra started coughing, and clutched the edge of the exam table as she lost her balance. Omega gave her a worried look and stepped toward her.

"Are you okay Lyra?" Omega asked.

"Yeah I'm fine," Lyra sniffled. "I just need to... do something. I forgot what I needed to do."

"You had to fill out a form for a cadet?" Omega reminded her.

"Oh. Right," Lyra furrowed her brow. "Thanks."

"Are you sure you're okay?" Omega asked.

"Yeah," Lyra said. "Yeah I'm fine."

Omega gave her a doubtful look, but left to go for the cafeteria. 

Lyra sat at her desk and started to do the paperwork for the cadet, when she started to feel very hot. She took off her hoodie that was over her shirt and tossed it on the floor.

Then she felt too cold, so she put the hoodie back on.

And not she was too hot.

She groaned and put her head against the desk, relishing in the feeling of the cool metal against her clammy skin. Her eyes slowly drifted shut, and she just couldn't find the energy to open them. 

"Lyra? Omega informed me that you were acting strange," Tech said as he stepped into her medical exam room.

"Tech!" Lyra's head shot up and papers stuck to her face. "Hi!"

"Hello," Tech replied and walked to her side. "What are you doing?"

Lyra frowned. "I... don't remember."

Tech placed the back of his hand on her forehead. "You have a fever. You should be in bed."

"I have work to do! I can't go to bed!" Lyra protested. 

"Lyra," Tech said with a warning tone. "You have a fever and look pale. You need rest."

"No! I need to file this report!" Lyra insisted.

Tech sighed. "Darling, you're obviously sick. Go to bed."

Lyra stubbornly shook her head. "That cadet needs some time off! I need to write up the report!"

"Fine. Finish with the report, then you'll go to bed," Tech sat on the exam table and waited for her to complete the report.

Lyra rolled her eyes and got back to work, coughing and sneezing as she did so. Tech sighed and offered her a tissue.

Just as she completed the task, a message popped up on her screen. She checked it and found that a trooper had tripped in training and needed stitches.

Lyra packed up a bag with supplies and ran out the door with Tech chasing after her shouting about how she needed rest to fully function.

She got to the training course and saw the trooper bleeding on the floor, his brothers gathered around him worriedly.

"I'm Doctor Praine, I'll be helping you today," Lyra said, then sneezed.

"Lyra, you need to go to bed," Tech said and raised a finger to lecture her with. "You will not recover if you do not rest."

"But he needs medical assistance!" Lyra pointed at the injured trooper.

"Fine. But then you're going to bed," Tech firmly told her.

Lyra rolled her eyes and pulled out a needle. She stitched the man's wound back together and as soon as she was done, Tech grabbed her hand and pulled her away.

"Wait!" Lyra said. "I need to give him pain medication!"

Tech blew out a breath through his nose but released her. Lyra pulled out a bottle of pills and handed it to one of the injured clone's brothers, and gave them instructions on how often to administer them.

"Now off to bed!" Tech said, grabbing her medical bag from the floor.

Lyra nodded, letting out another sneeze.

Her datapad dinged.

"I have to check what that is," Lyra told him and grabbed it from the bag he was holding.

Tech adjusted his googles as he pressed a hand to her forehead again. "You feel hotter. You should be getting some rest."

"Oh, I can't," Lyra showed him her datapad. "I have to go and help with an accident in the hanger."

A glint came to Tech's eyes.

"Tech... what are you thinking?" Lyra asked and coughed again, triggering a hacking fit.

"Don't worry darling, I'll handle everything," Tech brushed the hair from her face before hurrying away.

"Tech? You're scaring me!" Lyra yelled as he disappeared from view.

But he was gone.

She turned back to the clones around her with a sigh. "Does anyone have a tissue?"

Lyra packed up her medical bag when she was finished with her supplies, as her patients were carried away. She shivered and rubbed her hands up her arms for a moment before her datapad dinged again.

There was another patient she had to attend to.

She groaned and slung her bag over her shoulder, and went off to her exam room, where they were waiting for her.

Lyra was surprised to see Tech sitting there with a smug grin on his face.

"Tech? What are you doing here?" She asked and put her bag down on her desk.

"I said someone was sick and that you needed to come here immediately. You were summoned to treat them, and here we are," Tech proudly said.

"Who's sick?" Lyra asked and grabbed a tissue to blow her nose with.

"You are. Now your superiors think you're treating someone, and you can go rest," Tech stood up  and put his hand on her back to steer her from the room. 

"But I'm not that sick!" Lyra protested and tried to go back to the exam room. 

"Cyar'ika, look at you. You're feverish, and I can tell you're feeling unwell," Tech said, gently pushing her from the room. "You need to rest."

Lyra shivered and nodded, allowing him to take her to her room. When they got there, he told her to go to sleep while he commed Omega to tell her Lyra was sick.

Tech started sanitizing everything, afraid that the room was already contaminated.

"Tech?" Lyra called from her bedroom. "Can- can you come here please?"

"Certainly," Tech said as he put down the cleaning supplies. "What's wrong?"

"I'm cold," Lyra complained as soon as he walked into the bedroom.

"Ah," Tech hummed. "When your body is overheated with a fever, it often tries to rapidly cool itself, resulting it feeling chilled."

Lyra stared at him.

"Oh! You meant that I was supposed to do something about it!" Tech realized. "I'll go retrieve an extra blanket!"

"Teeech," Lyra whined. "Come here."

"Whatever for?" Tech frowned. "I was about to get you a blanket."

Lyra whipped the blanket down and patted the bed next to her. 

"Oh," Tech nodded his understanding. "You wish for me to warm you."

He slipped next to her and she pulled the blankets over them. She threw an arm over him and closed her eyes.

Tech lay there, listening to her wheezy breathing. Finally, it slowed, as she feel asleep.

He tried to roll out of her grip, but she held on for dear life. He gave up and just lay there, eventually falling asleep himself.

Fluff!

Always a winner.