husband!geto x sick!reader
geto comes home to his wife being sick, so of course he has to take care of her!
The sunset flutters in through the soft, cream-colored curtains, casting a golden hue over the room. You toss and turn, groaning in pain. Gosh, being sick is the worst thing ever. Your head hurts, your nose is runny but stuffy at the same time, your skin is flushed and hot yet youβre still somehow freezing!!.. oh, and donβt even get me started on the coughing. You shouldβve listened to your husband when he told you to bring a jacket on your date just in case of rain, and lo and beholdβ¦ it started raining. I mean, he tried offering his jacketβ¦ but youβre just so stubborn that you turned it down to prove your point.
And thatβs how you found yourself stuck inside all day with a terrible cold. You werenβt even aware of your symptoms until you woke up at noon coughing so hard you nearly puked, that's when you knew.. You were sick! great. So being the responsible employee you are, you decided to call your boss letting them know about your current stateβ¦ before of course falling back asleep. You were far too sick to do anything else after that besides reaching over for tissues and getting up to use the restroom.
husband!geto opens the front door expecting you to attack him with your usual warm hugs and kisses, but to his surprise, youβre not there? Maybe youβre in the kitchen, listening to music, and didnβt hear him come in..? he shrugs off his jacket and steps further into the house wondering where his sweet wife is. he checks the kitchen, nothing. βy/n..? I'm home!β he calls out, no reply. maybe your asleep? No, itβs only 6pm? Did something happen?
Youβre reaching for the tissue box when you hear the bedroom door open, you look over and it'sβ¦ your husband! Why is he home so early? Are you so sick that you didnβt even hear him come in? Getoβs features soften as he takes in the sight of you, oh his poor angel. Thereβs tissues everywhere and you look like you just ran a marathon.. your nose is pink, your eyes are droopy, your hair is a mess and the sheets on the bed are all messed up. Butβ¦ even in this state youβre still the most beautiful thing heβs ever seen.
You flash the tiniest smile before turning back to the tissue box, you continue reaching for it but it's just so far away, why the hell would you even put it over there in the first place!? Then, before you can even register whatβs happening, getoβs by your side of the bed, crouched in front of you holding the tissue box. βHere, baby, you doing okay..?β he asks softly, his voice barely above a whisper. His brows are furrowed slightly with worry as he scans your face for any discomfort. You nod, your movements are slower than usual as you pluck a tissue out of the box.
Your husband watches you carefully as you blow your nose, tossing the used paper into the almost full trash bin. βThank you.β you manage to croak out, your voice rough from sleep and all the coughing youβve been doing. After hearing yourself you clear your throat.. gosh that was terrible. geto smiles sweetly at you, before setting the tissue box beside you gently. He gets up and walks into the bathroom. Too focused on your stuffy nose and aching throat you donβt realize geto returning with a thermometer in his hand.
βMay i?β he says hovering the thermometer above your head. You nod slightly, letting your sweet husband press that cold ass thermometer to your forehead. You canβt really complain though, it actually feels amazing against your burning hot skin. geto winces when he sees the numbers, 102? yikes. He sets the thermometer down and cups your face gently, βI'm so sorry sweet girl.β geto whispers quietly before placing a soft kiss on your forehead.
He leans back looking at you with so much adoration it was almost sickening, who knew a cult leader could be this loving? βIβll take care of you sweetheart, I promise.β he pulls the covers up to your shoulders, leaving the room for the bathroom again before coming back with a cold rag this time. Placing the rag on your forehead gently, he reaches over taking the medicine from the nightstand. You sit up shaking your head no, gosh that medicine is so disgusting it makes you cringe even thinking about the taste. geto chuckles, the sound low, deep and so sweetly familiar. βcmon angel, you gotta take it. " Itβs gonna help you feel better.β he says sweetly pouring the dark purple liquid into a small medicine cup. You glare at your husband, this is the biggest betrayal ever.