Through Sickness and Health

by elysiacantwrite

Summary:

TLDR; Vivienne is just like her daddy and can't admit when she's in a weak state, however, her big cousin will always make sure shes okay.

Landon King + Mia Sokolov = Vivienne Sokolov-King
Brandon King + Nikolai Sokolov = Leigh Sokolov-King

Notes:

Hi there! :D So this is my first piece of writing in the Legacy of gods fandom and im not sure if it'll get any traction, especially because it's not about any of the 2nd gen but here to hoping lol!

For context, I imagine Vivienne to have NPD just like Landon but not ASPD. I also headcanon that Leigh has bipolar disorder (although its not shown much in this fic.) Leigh is also 2 years older than Vivienne here because she was adopted with viv was 2.

Anyways, thank you for reading! I hope you enjoy :)

Chapter 1: LEIGH POV

I'll admit that maybe going out to a pub late at night wasn't exactly the brightest idea, especially considering the fact that the UK has the most miserable weather anybody has ever had the misfortune to witness.

However, I'm not exactly known for my bright ideas.

Since me and Vivienne's exams had finished, logically the next step was to celebrate, right? I ended up dragging her down to one of the quieter pubs, just so we wouldn't have to deal with any crowds or long lines.

In my defense, it was a good plan; I ended up convincing her to even dress up for the occasion. Viv was wearing one of her famous iridescent sequin halterbacks with a denim skirt so short it would probably put Uncle Lan in a hospital if he ever saw it (luckily he never will). Inevitably, a few of the pubs stragglers craned their necks to get even a glimpse of my dear cousin.

Too bad for them that Viv doesn't entertain boy-toys, she does for the 'gays and girls.' (Her words not mine.)

I traced the engraved patterns on the cup in front of me with my blood red nails, trying my best to ignore the musty cigarette smoke assaulting my nostrils. I sighed, tuning out the typical noise and music of the pub, opting to sketch a caricature of the bartender on a napkin.

"So you dragged me here to watch you stare at beer?" Vivienne's voice snaps me out of my daydreams, revealing her very annoyed expression. "We could've easily done that at the dorm, Leigh." She sighs, sliding into the seat next to me, her pastel pink nails combing through her platinum blonde hair.

I smile apologetically, it's no secret that Viv is my ride or die that I drag everywhere with me. Most people tend to keep her at an arms length due to her dramatics and inherent narcissism. However thats never been the case for me. Ever since we were children, I've always seen her as a younger sister, a confidant, and most importantly a best friend.

I wrap an arm around her waist, pressing her against me for a quick side hug. "Sorry Viv, you've just been so focused recently that I thought it'd be a good idea for us to go out a little." I admit, brushing her hair from her pouty face.

Our embrace is rudely interrupted by the loud crack of lightning outside. A groan of annoyance leaves my lips as I hear the rain begin to pound against the roof of the pub. In my haste to drag Viv out of the dorm, I'd insisted we just walk, since our destination wasn't that far away.

Which meant now we were fucked.

Since we didn't drive my car, nor bring an umbrella, there wasn't really any options other than to either make a mad dash and risk a cold, or ask a stranger for a ride. I raised my thumb to my lips before forcing it right back down.

Chewing on my thumb has always been my nervous tell, even when I was much younger.

I sigh, twisting a loc of my brown hair around my finger. "Well, whats the plan? Do I send you to go seduce some guy to take us home?" I giggled, nudging my cousin, to which she didn't dignify with a response.

"I say we just make a run for it, our campus isn't that far away." She suggested, tapping her acrylic nails on the beer-soaked table.

"Running it is then." I nodded, already getting up.

~~~

We burst through the door of our shared flat, gasping and dripping rainwater all over the floor.

I heaved, my lungs burning from the speed we just ran at to get back here. Even though I feel as if I'm close to throwing up a lung, one look at Viv's disgusted, miserable face forces a breathy giggle out of me.

"You look like a wet cat that got stuck in a drain pipe." I grinned, my green eyes glinting. I padded into the bathroom to get warm towels, before unceremoniously throwing one at Viv's crumpled form.

She sneezes before glaring up at me. "See what your nonsense caused?" She wailed, taking off her top and throwing it in some corner.

"I just wanted to stay at home and maybe watch a movie, but noo! Nobody listens to Viv even though I'm always right!" She whines, continuing her rant as she kicks off her skirt and pulls on one of her many pink pajama sets.

I simply tune her out, heading to my bedroom to change my wet tank top and skirt for my much more comfortable oversized sweater.

Technically, its my dad's sweater I stole from home, but whatever. Speaking of my father, I should probably call him this week and tell him I'm alive and well before he starts worrying.

He worries for me all the time, my dad.

Another one of Vivienne's sneezes, brings me back to reality. I peeked my head through the door, watching her sneeze uncontrollably. "Looks like somebody caught a cold." I chuckle, meandering out of my room to pat her head.

"Does little Viv need a nappy and some cold medication?" I taunt in a high-pitched voice, ruffling her hair. Her entire face turns red with embarrassment before she whips around and slaps my hand away from her.

"Me? Sick? I'd like you to know my utterly sublime immune system is filing an HR complaint with your idiotic mouth!" She snapped, storming over to the couch before flopping down dramatically. "And besides! Even if I was sick, it wouldn't affect me anyway." Viv declares before proceeding to sniffle and sneeze right after.

Yeah right, not sick my ass. So we're just sneezing for fun now?

"Whatever you say, cousin dearest." I said, sinking into the couch right beside of her before turning the TV onto a random movie.

Chapter 2: VIVIENNE POV

The first thing I see in the morning, or more accurately the first thing I feel, is the sun assaulting my eyes as if I've offended it on a personal level.

I crack open one of my eyes, groaning in discomfort when I swallow and feel my sore throat. I roll over in my massive bed, pulling the fluffy pink duvet over my head.

I have a pounding headache, and every inch of my body feels like I've just been battered with a crowbar. Satan below, what possessed me to run in the rain again?

And to make matters worse, I can hear Leigh in the kitchen making enough noise to rival a construction site, what the fuck did I do to deserve this? Although, the thought of her walking into here and seeing me curled up like a victorian child is a much worse possibility than having to listen to her bang pots and pans around.

Reluctantly, I sluggishly drag myself from underneath my warm sheets, goosebumps scattering on my skin against the freezing cold AC air. I can feel the room tilt on its axis as I straighten into a standing position, my vision blurs and I feel as if I'm about to topple over.
I quickly grab onto the bedside table to steady myself before taking a deep breath and trying my hardest to walk into the kitchen without stumbling. As I sit down at the kitchen table, I catch a glimpse of the kitty cat clock on the wall.

9: 43? Jesus, I really had slept in.

Leigh must've heard me gasp, because she whips around, suprised. The surprise on her face slowly transforms into a smug grin stretching across her face. Why is she smiling like that? Does she know I'm sick? I don't want her to think that I can't take care of myself.

"Well goodmorning sleeping beauty, looks like somebody had a wonderful nap." She grins, sauntering over to the table. Her green eyes are smug, shining with utter mirth. However, when she takes in my exhausted state, those same eyes soften.

God, this is exactly why I didn't need her know.

"You okay? I heard you coughing in your sleep last night." She asks in a more gentle tone, brushing the hair out my face and presses the back of her hand to my forehead. Even though she'd torment me to the ends of the earth if I ever said it, Leigh is the most caring, maternal person I know, just like Uncle Bran.

Which is why I would hate for her to know just how shitty I feel. She wouldn't say it out loud but I would have just been able to tell that all she feels is pity.

I brush her hand out of my face and scoff. "Like I said yesterday, a little bit on water splashing on me won't do anything." I roll my eyes, forcing my voice to remain level.

Unfortunately my voice doesn't come out as confident as I want it to, because almost immediately as the words leave my mouth, its followed by a cough that I swear racks my ribs and sends a pulse of pain through my head.

Her eyes narrow with suspicious as she, states at me even longer. "Right.. anyway, are you going to class today?" She raises an eyebrow as she sits down on a chair beside of me.

Going to class was the last thing on my mind, especially since I was fighting the urge to just keel over right here and now from the neasuea swirling around in my stomach. But ofcourse, I can't tell her that, so I just suck it up and nod my head.

"Yup, if I miss anymore classes for the month Papa might come down here and strangle me himself." I lie right through my teeth. Leigh just stares at me, unconvinced.

She shakes her head, almost as if she's talking to a petulant child who doesn't know whats good for them. "Well if you need anything, I'm always one call away. She reaches over and squeezes my hand before getting up to presumably go get dressed.

I let out a sigh of relief as soon as she leaves, laying my head down on the cool wood table. God the cold feels absolutely wonderful against my feverish skin.
I'll just rest here for a little bit. Just 5 minutes, then I'll get up and go get ready.

~~~

When I wake up, the first thing I notice is that my headache is gone. The second thing I realize, is that I'm not in the kitchen anymore. I sit up quickly, and immediately regret it as my vision goes white.

I groan as I survey my surroundings. Its Leigh's room, I can tell just by the black curtains and the extravagant red bedsheets wrapped around me.

Before I have the chance to figure out what on earth I'm doing in here, the door opens and I see Leigh with what I believe is a mug of tea along with a bowl of my favourite pumpkin soup. My cheeks burn with embarrassment as I realize my situation.

Leigh sighs quietly as she walks over and places the food on the table beside of me before sitting on the edge of the bed and stroking my hair gently. I lean into her touch, before giving up and laying my head on her shoulder.

She breaks the silence, pulling the blanket up and wrapping it around me. "You were whimpering in your sleep and your body was burning up." She whispers, rubbing my back in the soothing way she always did when we were younger.

"You don't need to hide from me Viv, hide from anyone else but just don't hide yourself from me." She mumbles, pressing a kiss into my hair before picking up the soup.

The usual smile on her face makes a reappearance as she picks up a spoon. "Dont take forever, I can't have you dying on me now, can I?"

Notes:

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Series this work belongs to:

• Part 1 of LOG 3rd Generation one shots!!