In Sickness & In Health
Dr Robby x Reader
Find My Pitt Masterlist here This is a little fic for @domaystic Based on day 17: Bedridden Robby falls sick. So you are insistent on making him stay in bed. To rest. Something he's not used to. But for you. He'd do anything you'd ask of him.
Notes: wholesome fluff. just two people in love. established relationship
Word Count: ~1.2k
You should’ve known this was coming.
You should’ve anticipated this.
You should’ve seen the signs.
They were all there right in front of you.
All right before you.
If only you had paid closer attention.
If only you had noticed it all sooner. Perhaps this could’ve been avoided…
From the moment that kid had sneezed onto Michael.
A domino had fallen.
You should’ve realised that a series of events had been set into motion.
But it had slipped your attention.
Michael was constantly surrounded by people who were ill, or unwell. He really didn’t think much of it.
Not until he had woken up this morning.
6 am as usual.
But he felt weighed down.
Heavy.
As though a weight had been dropped onto his chest.
You should’ve noticed the night before, how he was more thirsty than usual. How he sniffled.
The slight temperature, warmer than usual.
But you paid no mind to it as your fingers swept across his temple, placing a delicate kiss to his cheek, before you both turned off the lights and went to sleep.
If anything.
Michael should’ve seen the signs.
Should’ve noticed his own body slipping into a state of sickness.
His energy slowly being zapped from him with each passing hour. But he simply chalked it up to a long day. Feeling no more exhausted than usual.
But that morning.
As Michael began to stir.
His alarm began to sound off.
You were startled awake, it was unusual for Michael to not already be awake.
He normally woke up long before his alarm, early enough to turn it off before it could sound out. Before it could disturb the peace of your home.
But as you reach over, leaning over him.
His arms slink around you, eyes firmly closed tight.
A small groan escapes him.
Crackled and distorted.
Your eyes narrow slightly.
As much as you loved a little morning cuddle.
It was strange for Michael to linger in bed, especially after his alarm.
And the groan that escaped him, sounded groggy and thick.
Shifting slightly, you gently move your hands to rest upon his temple. Eyes widening as you realised.
Michael had a temperature.
Wriggling yourself free from his arms, as they try to tighten around you. You gently pry him off.
“I’ll be right back,”
He peers an eye open, glancing at the clock. As he begins to move, about to leave the confines of your bed.
You’re quick to gently place your hands on his chest, pushing him back down, “Stay there, ok. Don’t get up”
He mumbles weak protests. Lifting his head trying to push back.
As you send him a stern look. “When I come back in here, you better still be in bed”
He flops his head back down, paying head to your words.
“Good”
You nod satisfied, as you slip out of the room, rummaging through the kitchen cupboards you boil the kettle.
Slicing a lemon, as you pluck a honey jar from the cupboard.
A nice soothing cup of honey lemon tea was brewed. Slowly making your way back into the room, on your way having grabbed some cold and flu medicine.
Pushing the bedroom door open with your hip, you discover Michael’s arm slung over his eyes. As he breathes through his mouth, a nasal sound emitting, strained whenever he tries to breathe through his nose.
A small frown forms on your face.
It was a rare sight to see Michael sick.
He was normally such a beacon of health. Sure he’d be bone tired, sluggish at times, but he was never so sick to the point that his limbs felt like lead.
Like his head was dunked under water, struggling to breathe. Mind fogged and bleary eyed.
He had the immune system of an ox.
He was normally so diligent.
So particular with maintaining his health.
But that one sneeze had knocked the wind out of him.
Placing the steaming cup on the bedside, you gently encourage him to take the medicine.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, your hand rested upon his thigh, as he shifted to take a sip of the tea.
“You’re going to have to call in sick”
Shaking his head, “I’m ok. It’s just a fever, I’ll feel better in a few–”
“You look like death,” you said pointedly.
“Gee hon, you look beautiful today too,” he quips, before falling into a coughing fit.
“You’re not going to work today–if someone else came in looking like you do, you would turn them around and send them home with a bottle of Benadryl and a strict glance”
Sighing, his voice hoarse, mouth dry. Chest clogged and weighted, he relents.
“Fine”
Satisfied by the win, you pass him his phone, work already dialed, waiting for Michael to call sick.
“Now I’m going to stay here–”
“I’ll be fine, you can go to work”
He could be so stubborn sometimes, honestly…
“I’ll just work from home, don’t worry. I wouldn’t want to leave you alone right now”
“You know I’m a doctor right?” he asked dryly.
“A sick doctor,” you pat him gently before starting to stand, “Now get some rest, I’ll be here when you wake up, ok. Just let me take care of you for once. Just let me do that, if not for you then for me.”
He grips your wrist loosely, tenderly. “Thank you”
“Of course,” you smile softly, before wagging your finger, “You know this means no kisses until you feel better”
“Guess I have to get better quick,” he jokes as you both laugh.
Pure adoration shining in his eyes as he looks at you.
Your hand swipes at his brow gently, softly, brushing through his hair, as he closes his eyes in contentment.
Whining quietly as the warmth of your hands disappears.
You leave him tucked in bed, as he takes the time to feel better.
Pottering around the home, you answer a few emails, make a few calls. Continue your day as usual.
Ducking out for just a moment to pick up some groceries. Returning with an abundance of veg and a nice whole chicken.
You take the time to chop them up, carrots, onions, celery all thrown into a pot as you settle the chicken in.
Covering it with stock and water, plopping in a bay leaf to add a slight pepperiness to the soup. A touch of ginger and garlic, all to help soothe an unsettled stomach.
You let it simmer and boil over the course of hours.
Just letting its aromas fill your home, soothing and heartwarming.
It was as though the care and attention could be sensed with a whiff of the air.
Checking in on Michael as he slept through the day.
So he knew that you were there for him. For whatever he needed.
A few close calls as he tried to pull you into his arms.
Though you remained resolute with keeping your distance.
Too bad that had weakened by the evening as you let his lips press against yours.
…and if perhaps that had been the cause of you feeling sick a few days later.
You couldn’t remain completely annoyed.
Not when Michael took the time to care for you just as you had done for him.
Especially when he lulled you to sleep with the cadence of his voice, as you insisted he read to you. Something you always appreciated.
You were each other’s greatest weakness and greatest strength.
There through sickness and in health.
“Thanks for taking care of me,” you whispered.
“Always,” he replied sweetly.
Pressing a tender kiss to the top of your head.
Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed this little story, simple and sweet, as you insist on making sure Robby rests when he's sick (I totally imagine him just trying to plough through - he's stubborn that way, but you simply won't let him. So who's he to argue against you 🤷♀️) Let me know what you thought of this little piece of fluff! ✨ Comments, Reblogs and Likes are welcomed and appreciated 💕 Feel free to find my Dr Robby x Wayne!Reader Rinse & Repeat Series Masterlist here 🩺 Or check out my main Masterlist here
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