DratchetRod: Sick Roddy preg

Cuz I'm sad, gotta think of me boi.

Rodi, while sparked, gets colds easily, both as an ailment but physically cold. There are times when he hides in a sleeping bag to keep warm if his mates are not around. He has to keep a tumbler with hot soup close because he gets queazy when he doesn't have something in his tanks.

As the carry progressed, his colds become more frequent and he's achy, needing to be held and cuddled. He didn't think when he sparked that he would be so easily sick.

And he pushes his mates away because he doesn't want to get them sick either and that makes him really weepy and lonely and in a big need of a hug that won't stop. Ratchet won't get sick--so he's tried to tell Roddy, answer when he lifts sleeping bag and Roddy into his lap, Roddy can't find it in him to protest, only whiny that he's uncomfortable and his frame is being mean.

Drift would come over with more soup, cuddle up to his conjunxes. He would massage a low hanging spoiler while Ratch would rub his hips and thighs and knees, knowing they're sore. They hate it when their little flame is sick, it does not help the newsparks growth either. He can't really have solid food because it makes him feel queazy, so he's limited to soups and sparkling grade.

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