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Noctis hates worrying the other three, so after a particularly rough hunting expedition he doesn't tell them about a gash in his side. Later it becomes infected and the boys don't find out about it until Noctis collapses in the middle of a dungeon. Then it's a race to try and keep the wound from going septic and killing him.

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God my head hurts.

Noctis thought, taking another long, shaking breath in - and a shudder ran through his body as pain coursed up his side - and wished he'd worn his hat to keep the sweat out of his eyes.

His ears were ringing and his head felt like nothing but saw-dust and TV-static.

He kept a good few steps ahead of the rest of them, he just wanted out, he wanted sunlight, fresh air, a shower and a clean shirt.

"Noct, slow down!" Prompto called to him, jogging the gap between them. "It's just a little further, I'm gonna die before I get out of here if you keep this pace going."
Prompto was huffing and puffing, leaning against Noctis' shoulder.

He felt the world turn suddenly but closed his eyes, just for a moment and shook it off.
Just a little further.

Noctis nodded, taking another hard inhale. Eyes concentrated on the sliver of daylight at the top of the cold, damp cavern's well-worn walkway.

Ignis passed him on his right, hand on the wall.

"I must say I'm starting to feel a little claustrophobic." He admitted, patting the wall twice. "I hope we can take a little break from caverns for a day or two afterwards?"

He looked expectantly at Noctis. He nodded and tried to look Ignis in the eye, but the light from his clip-on lamp was making double-Ignises

"Highness, are you quite alright?" Ignis asked, wiping his gloved hand on his own trousers before putting it on Noctis' shoulder. "You've been quiet the past few hours, I thought it concentration, but might it be exhaustion?"

Noctis blinked, he even felt it be one eye at a time. God.

"I'm just tired, let's keep moving, almost there." He pushed Ignis and Prompto's hands off his body and put his hand on the steady stone wall. The cool rock under his fingers grounding him.

Each step sent a new shock of pain up his spine, his feet hurt, the ache of exhaustion in his hip bones and thighs from all the walking and the grime and sweat stinging his wounds.
"Princess, you good?" Gladio's steps were strong behind him. "You seem off."

"I'm fine." Noctis hissed, eyes screwed shut but looking over his shoulder to Gladio.

"I can carry you the rest of the way, it's not a problem, you look like you're about to drop dead." Gladio made a move to grab his sides to pick the prince up, only to have his hand glance off Noctis' side and get nothing but a face full of hissing swear words.
"Don't touch me." Noctis put a hand over his sides protectively, steps faltering without the support of the walls. "I'm fine, don't worry about it."

"Noctis." Ignis said and a bolt of guilt hit the prince straight in the heart. "You're being a child, what's wrong."

"I told you, I'm just tired." Noctis said with a groan, steps slowing to a complete halt. "We're so close." He pointed to the creaking, rusted elevator and the beautiful little speckles of daylight filtering in through the metal grates above.

"No, you're not." Ignis' voice was clipped but his face seemed hurt. "Sleepy Noctis just pouts and maybe asks for a bit more water than usual." Ignis nudged him by the shoulders, leaning his dead-tired body against the wall. "This is 'I don't want to be a bother, but I'm going to vomit' Noctis."

"Don't do air quotes, that's gross." Noctis groaned, getting a streak of soot on the cheek from turning his head.

Ignis shook his head and peeled back a glove.

"Not the most accurate measurement tool, but it's what we've got for the moment." Ignis said softly, placing the back of his hand on Noctis' forehead.

"Specs -" Noctis made to push Ignis' hand off of him, but he didn't have the strength. "C'mon, it's nothing"

Noctis felt his eyes closing, Ignis was tilting, and the hand on his shoulder feeling like it weighed four tonnes all of a sudden. He tried to keep them open but it made it hard to breathe.

'Oh-oh dear' In Ignis' most worried tone was the last thing he heard before the ringing in his ears over took him.

-

Ignis could only try and pin Noctis' shoulders to the wall as the Prince's body suddenly dropped like a sack of potatoes.

"Oh-oh dear," He put his hands under Noctis' arm pits, trying desperately with his own knees to keep the prince's from buckling. "Gladio!"

Gladio ran up, arms scooping up Noctis in one go.

"Prompto, elevator." Ignis pointed to it, sighing as the blonde ran to it, working the heavy levers in silence.

"What do you think's wrong with hi-?" Gladio asked, adjusting the man in his arms. "Oh ew, he's sticky."

"Sticky?" Ignis pushed his glasses up, "Where is he sticky?"

"On his side, did he get jam on his shirt again?" Gladio squeezed a little, hand now feeling a slight wetness not just the obvious grip Noctis' body had on his shirt. "What the fuck is that."

"Elevator." Ignis picked up the pace, Gladio followed.

Gladio knelt on the floor of the elevator, pulling Noctis' limp, wheezing body up by the armpits.

"Let's see why he's sticky." Ignis knelt over Noctis' lap, tugging his shirt up.

"Oh, ew." Prompto said, a grimace on his face. "How'd that even happen?"

Ignis was stunned, there was an open wound on Noct's side- well, mostly open.
It'd weaved over itself a little, probably from a potion but it was weeping, yellow blister-like clusters littered it's scabbed edges and a sickeningly oily white-yellow film over the inner, meatier parts of the gash had formed.

"It's infected..." Ignis said, instantly breathless. "No wonder he passed out, he must be so nauseated."

"Man that's gross." Gladio looked decidedly away from the weird clear goo oozing from Noct's side and gulped heavily. "We've gotta help him."

"Quite right." Ignis patted over his pockets, and belt-bag. "I've got nothing to deal with this on me."

"I-is he alright?" Prompto asked, tipping forward and back on the balls of his feet. "That looks really nasty."

"It must've come from one of those disgusting little Voretooths a few days back, those thing are filthy." Ignis said, rolling the sleeping prince's shirt back down. "He should be ok so long as we get to somewhere with antibiotics and an actual doctor."

He hauled himself up, using Prompto's arm to leverage himself in the moving elevator. "The second this thing opens, straight to the car."

Prompto nodded, hands not letting Ignis go.
--
The elevator opened and Gladio hefted the prince over his shoulder, all of them bolting to the Regalia.

"Towel, put a towel down." Ignis pointed to the bag in the back seat. "We've got to-" Ignis blanked for a moment, jingling the keys in his hand.

"Wash it out?" Prompto supplied, laying down the orange and yellow beach-towel over the seat.

"Wash it out. Right." Ignis nodded. "Soap, water, alcohol, anything. Clean it then dry it."

"On it." Gladio laid Noctis out in the back, placing his lolling head and shoulders on Prompto's lap. "Tug his shirt up."

Prompto did, nose wrinkling as something had already crusted over the fabric.

Gladio sat down heavily in the back seat, first aid kid in one hand, huge bottle of water in the other.

"Lestallum's our best bet, isn't it?" Ignis asked, looking to both Gladio and Prompto with the rear view as he got the car moving.

"Lestallum's six hours away!" Prompto said, feeling his heart in his throat.

"Unless It's actually Doctor Cindy Aurum, M.D, he's right, Blondie." Gladio put his hand over the red wound on Noctis' side. "This thing is pulsing hot."

"I don't know if cleaning it will help much at this point, but it shouldn't hurt..." Ignis said, both hands gripping the wheel a lot tighter than usual.

--

Prompto didn't want to be here right now, he wanted to be at Noctis' apartment, waiting for Ignis to finish dinner while he and Noctis had to team up to beat Gladio in Mooglekart Racing.

Not half-way through a drive with Noctis sweating a puddle into his pants, wheezing and burning hot with a big icky cut on his ribs.

Gladio seemed to calm down when Noctis' wound was dressed properly.

Prompto could've sworn Gladio was about to cry while he cleaned it out earlier and in his
fitful sleep Noctis whined.

"Here, wipe his head." Gladio handed him a soft, damp rag.

Prompto looked down at Noctis' face, his face was so red and he was shiny with sweat, black hair sticking to a new place every time he turned his head.

He patted it gently across Noctis' forehead.

"Ah-" Noctis' eyes opened just for a moment before squeezing shut again. "Too bright."

"I can put up the roof?" Ignis, eyes glued to the road but the temptation to turn to the back obvious on his face.

"Yeah" Noctis said, his voice rougher than Prompto had ever heard it.

The roof clicked into place and Noctis opened his eyes.

"Sorry." He reached up - wincing - his body aching all over and grabbed Prompto's wrist, pulling his hand to his face.

"What on earth made you think keeping that secret was a good idea?" Ignis' voice cracked at the end, "You absolute buffoon."

"Yeah, dummy, this could've gone way worse." Gladio said, but he was rubbing slow, tender circles on Noctis' thigh so the anger didn't really hit home.

"I didn't think it was that big of a deal-" Noctis' body shook as he took a breath.

"Didn't wanna worry you guys."

"Oh-ho-ho but collapsing in a cave with a huge infected maul-wound on your body isn't worrying?" Ignis seethed from the front.

"Cool it Iggy." Gladio said, hands still roaming Noctis' body.

"I'll cool it when he's out of the woods." Ignis glared through the rear-view to Gladio.

"Listen, I know I just woke up but can I sleep a little more?" Noctis asked, kissing Prompto's palm. "Where are we going?"

"Lestallum, to get you looked at properly." Gladio squeezed the meat of Noctis' calf. "I think it's cool of you rest a bit more, Iggy?"

"Yes. Please. Sleep highness, you need it." Ignis said, the resignation clear in his voice. "I'll give you a talking to when you're lucid enough to retain it."
Noctis gave a lazy thumbs-up to Ignis and closed his eyes again.

---

Prompto hated hospitals, they made him feel sick just being near them let alone in one with a million sick people coughing all over him. His leg bounced and he looked at the ceiling, eyes burning in the lights as Noctis was pricked, poked and prodded.

The doctor and nurses had been swift, this kind of attack and infection obviously something they dealt with quite often.

That thought sank to the pit of Gladio's stomach and had settled like a stone.

Ignis had taken his time through the place, soaking in the differences between Lestallum General Hospital and Lady of Joyous Light Private Hospital in the center of Insomnia.
Cracked pastel paint, everyone looked rushed off their feet and a greater number of mortal woundings rather than broken legs or body-rattling coughs.

"Mr...Scientia?" an arm shot into the hallway from Noctis' ward. He stepped into it and over to Noctis' bedside, Prompto had grasping Noctis' IV-free arm gently.

"Go on, sorry, got distracted." Gladio raised an eyebrow at him but kept his seat.

"We're going to keep Mr. Gar overnight, just in case but he will need some tending to after release." The short woman in front him handed him some papers for changing Noctis' dressing, how to clean and dry the gash and the big no-no's of wound care.

"It shouldn't be a problem, thank you." He sat on the end of Noctis' bed, folding the papers and putting them in jacket pocket.

"Well Noct, you scared the shit out of Iggy." Gladio said, voice rough with exhaustion. "How're you feeling?"

Noctis could barely keep his eyes open, but he hummed, thinking.

"Pretty bad." His voice was barely above a croak. "But, I'm sorry for scaring you Specs."

"High-" he paused, taking in his surroundings. "Noct, I don't want to tell you want to do, that doesn't work, so I'll ask you just once." He looked straight at Noctis. "What the hell were you thinking?"

Prompto leaned into Noctis' space, resting his head on the pillow beside the prince's.
"That was absolutely one of the stupidest things you've ever done." Ignis said to the floor. "It's our job to make sure you're safe, protected and cared for."

"Ig-" Gladio put his hand up but Noctis shook his head.

"I didn't wanna make us turn back after working so hard." Noctis tried pulling a hand up to wipe at his eyes, but it hurt too much to move too hard. "I didn't want to disappoint you."

Ignis sighed, putting his hand on Noctis' knee.

"We love you." He looked at Noctis, his eyes were blood-shot and puffy. "Taking care of you isn't just a job anymore, it never really was." Ignis gently trailed his hand up and down Noctis' shin. "I'm sure the others will agree, that if you're hurting for any reason, not just physical we need know...we want to know."

"Yeah, Noct" Prompto put a chaste kiss on his cheek. "This was top three stupidest things ever, but I still love you." He put another chaste kiss on Noctis' cheek, this time on the corner of his dry lips.

"Dummy, you could've died." Gladio tried smiling but it didn't quite work. "I'm here to keep you safe, I can't do that if you won't tell me you're hurt."

"I guess I messed it up anyway, huh?" Noctis let his head fall on Prompto's with a big yawn.

"Mm, we still did the hunt so we can collect whenever we want to." Ignis felt his shoulders finally relax for the first time in the past ten hours. "But at least you're alright for the moment."

"Can you sneak me in some hot skewers from that guy in the market tomorrow morning?" Noctis' smile was weak, but it was there.

Ignis gave Noctis' leg a slap, getting a tired, wheezing laugh in response.

"No hitting in the hospital!" Noctis said, kicking at Ignis, getting a small smile in return. "Seriously though, I had to have mashed potato and gravy because my dinner order was late and it tasted like dishwater, please feed me."

"We'll see." Ignis smiled at the red, puffy, sweat-shiny, and tiredly grinning face of his prince. "You're hard to say no to."

----

I've had a lot of wound infections in my time, nothing ever too deep, but I've gotten really sick from them before where I was phasing in and out of reality levels of sick, aching and tired. I had one on my hand once, boy howdy that was fucking gross and painful I'll tell you hwhat.

I dunno if Noct learned his lesson but whatever he's ok now and that's what matters I guess? Big bratty baby.

This was WONDERFUL! Just what I wanted. Thank you so much!!!

As far as Hurt/comfort fics go this is top notch. Poor baby Noctis thinking of everyone but himself. That was so adorable how they all took care of him and worried about him. Not OP but I loved this fill.

"We're going to keep Mr. Gar overnight" -I chOKED!! Omg, that was too great! XD Nice job!

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