im sick as a dog and miserable so youโre getting a doting husband leon taking take of sick reader drabble </3 since i canโt work on big fics while my brain is in a sick slump,, excuse if it isnโt the best itโs really just a self indulgent stream of consciousness because i wish i had a leon taking care of me rn!!
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i cant add a read more cut because tumblr is once again broken so donโt complain at me!! thereโs nothing i can do!!
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It started at roughly six oโclock in the morning, a wave of insufferable heat washed over your body and forced you away from sleep. With a quiet groan you stirred, sitting upright and immediately regretting it as your head began to pound with a sharp pain that stung at your temples and across your forehead. You started coming down with a flu yesterday evening, nothing more than an irritating cough that was easily ignored. But now you find yourself feeling dizzy and youโre hurriedly burning up, whatever this is itโs now demanding your attention in a big way.
You try your best not to disturb your spouse who sleeps beside you as you sneak out from under the covers, longing for the embrace of the cold bedroom air. But youโre still burning up, your skin itches with heat and in your hazy, sleepy state you canโt help but grow nervous. You fumble for the glass of water you keep on your bedside table and swallow it down in the hopes of calming the headache, but when it doesnโt pay off immediately your frustration festers.
Try as you might you just canโt get comfortable laying on top of the covers and your sleepwear feels suffocating. You toss and turn, pulling the fabric away from your body to try to cool yourself but itโs all futile, and regrettably this display of discomfort disturbs the man resting beside you.
โHoneyโฆ?โ Calls Leonโs gruff, sleep mused voice. You freeze as a twisting guilt seats itself in your tummy, a type of โI fucked upโ guilt that only makes you more anxious. โWhatโs goinโ on?โ While his back had been facing you before he now groggily turns himself over, reaching out a hand that searches for you in the dark. You sigh and sniffle. โNothinโ Iโm just, well I think Iโm sick.โ
Leon grumbles as he sits up beside you, stretching his arms over his head until something clicks and you wince. You wait while he wakes himself. โWhat kind of sick?โ His searching hand finds your forearm and he sucks in a hiss through his teeth. โShit, youโre really warm, honโ.โ His touch takes a path up your arm, dancing over your shoulder and neck until he finds your face and presses his palm to your forehead. The delicate ministration soothes you just a little, his touch like a balm, but the pain peaks when Leon takes his hand away again. You swear, brows knitting in the middle.
โRight,โ your husband grumbles, throwing the sheets back. โWait here a second,โ as he stands he checks the alarm clock on the bedside table, glad to see that it isnโt quite ridiculously early. You watch through a squint while he strides to open the curtains, letting the light of the sunrise fill the space. Itโs jarring at first, the flashing gold that engulfs you both, but watching him come back over to you with the glow dancing over his shoulders, lighting him from behind, makes butterflies soar in your chest.
Leon grabs you by your ankles and pulls you to the end of the bed with predictable ease, earning a small yelp and a smile from you. You hit at his chest when he keens over your sitting figure, nosing at your temple while his hands find your waist. โLeon!โ You scold, trying to push back at his toned chest. โBack up, I don't wanna get you sick too!โ Your little complaint is strained through a sickly rasp and a sneeze creeps up on you as soon as the sentence is over, prompting him to recoil.
โOkay honey, okay,โ he muses, stretching his arms above his head. โWait here.โ He turns to the bedroom door and you roll your eyes at him. โYou said that a minute ago.โ You quip, laying back on the bed with a pained groan. The ache in your head spikes again and youโre forced to close your eyes, internally willing and begging for it to stop. โAnd that goes into effect now!โ Leon's voice echoes back up to you as he takes himself along the hall and down the stairs, the sound of his footfalls on the wooden floors fading gradually.
Tired steps lead him to the kitchen and he immediately gets to work by first retrieving your favourite mug from the cupboard to fix you a cup of tea. There are a few variations of teas in the neighbouring cabinet but none of which he has ever tried, so tried and true black tea it is, he knows he can make that one just right. Thanks to the boiling water tap Chris recommended he install itโs already set to steep in a mere thirty seconds. While waiting Leon fishes out the honey from its space by the mugs, a teaspoon or so will make the tea nice and sweet and hopefully help you feel that bit better.
He knows youโve been trying to cut back on having it but oh well, you deserve it right now.
Grabbing the milk from the fridge he adds the last touches to your drink, making sure itโs all stirred through before pulling up a spoonful and leaving it cool over top of the mug in a rather precarious arrangement of balance. He gives it the minute it needs by opening the blinds downstairs in the meantime and making the house feel more awake, itโs a simple thing but Leon knows itโll make you feel better since you love having the house full of as much sunlight as possible. He thinks thereโs more than enough with just having you around.
Once itโs cool enough he tries the teaspoon of your tea to make sure itโs just the way you like it. Not too milky but not overly strong and tied together with a sweet kick from the honey. Perfect. He carries it very carefully back upstairs, a much slower tread this time, and is unsurprised to find you in the exact place he left you except now your sleep shirt is pushed up all the way to your ribs. He laughs airily through his nose and sets the mug down on your bedside table.
โYou okay baby?โ Leon asks just gently, though the sound feels fuzzy in your ringing ears. Youโre feeling all kinds of light headed and your skin is still hot to the touch, the itch to cough lingering at the back of your throat every minute. But you nod anyway. โYou lyinโ?โ When you open your eyes your husband has one knee on the bed beside your own and his hands either side of you. He keens down to nose at your now exposed tummy and press a kiss to the warm skin, unable to resist.
โNo, mโnot.โ You giggle, the damp of his littered kisses providing a relieving chill on your skin. โPromise.โ You sigh. Leon lets up and hums, unconvinced. โYou donโt have to act tough for me, honey, just let me take care of you yeah?โ He kisses your stomach once more before getting up and pulling your shirt down, earning himself another sweet laugh, his favourite sound.
โYeah okay,โ you groan, throwing your forearm over your eyes dramatically. You donโt know what youโd do without him, truly, you donโt get sick often but when you do it nears on debilitating and without Leon youโd likely just lay in bed all week feeling sorry for yourself. โGood.โ He smiles, triumphant.
Leon sneaks away again for a brief moment into the joint ensuite bathroom to fetch the cold and flu tablets from the medicine cabinet. You recognise the squeal of its hinges. He takes the silver packaging from inside the flimsy box and pushes on the back of the foil to pop two of the red and yellow dots into the well of his palm. The hinges creak again when the cabinet closes and he returns to your side.
โHere, sit up hon.โ With his hand on the small of your back youโre coaxed to sit properly, feeling your head spin as you get up. Your hand automatically flies out to stabilise yourself on your spouse's arm and he apologies under his breath. โJust gotta take these then you can lay back down until your tea is cool enough.โ He passes the pills into your palm and grabs your glass of water from your bedside, watching you expectantly as he stands between your legs at the edge of the bed.
You again sigh and take a swig, allowing a pill to follow it. You hate this part but Leon reaches for you and tilts your head back just a little with his large hand on your jaw, soothing the tense set of it and helping you swallow and repeat. โGood job honey.โ
In your apparent sickness youโre starting to feel a little mushy and lovesick, leaning until your head hits your husband's chest and you snake your arms around his waist. He laughs, dark and rich like the coffee he drinks.
โCโmon baby.โ He coos. โYour teaโs ready, I hope it tastes right.โ
It did, youโd go so far as to call it perfect.
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