Spring Flu or Death
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Poll Winner - SickFic /Yearning - Reader x McKay at 105 votes !
Warnings : Burnout / Worried Cassie / Jealous Cassie / Baran Flirting / Protective Dana / Sexual Tension / Cassie Overprotective / Possessive Kink / Yearning / Love Confessions in Actions / Temp / Sick Reader / Forgetting to Take Care of Yourself / Hospital Beds / Juice and Snacks / Love / Hurt & Comfort / No beta we die like computers in season 2/ 3.9 k Words / 18 +
“Get you hands off me, oh my god why are your fingers so cold? Your hands are usually warm! Stop it!” You bat at Cassie’s hands as she tries to get your temp. You had been practically lifted off your feet to get into the room in the first place. You had a shift in five minutes, and your friendly doctor McKay wasn’t letting you out until you had a clean bill of health. Her hands had already reached out to do the forehead and gentle hand temp check, and you were burning up.
“Behave, don’t make me use the rectal thermometer, doctor.” The older, gorgeous doctor threatened, and she meant it. You were behaving worse than her son when he was ill. Harrison had texted his mother, warning her of your sick status. While Cassie had been worried, seeing you like that had her full blown over protective crazy mama vibes.
“It’s just a case of the spring flu,” you reason but your pushed back onto the bed. You don’t have the strength to fight her, had she been working out?
The hospital lights offend you, making you squint up at the doctors form. Cassie takes your glasses off your nose and pockets them. You try to get them back but she’s faster, mad mom skills and all.
“Maybe, but I gave you your flu shot, though so I’m going to be thorough,” McKay tells you moving her stethoscope as Dana comes in with her little lamb. Emma's smile falters when she sees how pale you look.
“No, I don’t want to be a teaching hospital today.” You say rudely, and Dana narrows her eyes at you.
“Don’t listen to her, Doctors make the absolute worst patients. But as grumpy as she appears, she’s my favorite. So that’s why I came in to torture her.” Dana says, and Cassie squirms a little. And the charge nurse notices immediately.
“Dr. McKay?” Her eyebrows go up expecting.
You have such a high fever that you don’t understand or care about their silent argument.
“I’ve got this, I think Robbie’s got a trauma comin' in.” She eyes the new nurse like that will be better for her. A nice bloody case for Emma. Not you, not while Cassie had you. No extra hands required.
“Dr. McKay, is there a chart made up for our patient?” Dana makes her point clear, but Cassie still isn’t happy. The gentle threat doesn’t reach your tired frame. But to the other three women, it’s clear; If a chart is made, it’s not a personal call anymore.
If anything, Dana could get Cassie off the case for her ‘personal feelings,’ but the nurse is more poking the soft butch to see how much of an ass she’s going to be.
“No,” you say just as the older doctor cringes and nods.
“Yes,” Cassie says on top of you. Her braid falling over her shoulder as her dark scrubs can’t hide the way her body tenses.
“Okay, let’s do some labs and see what color mucus you got kiddo,” Dana tells you and grabs the blanket, pulling it across your lap.
Your eyes drift, you can help it.
“I have rounds.” You say with your eyes already closed.
“You may present your own case if you would like,” Al-Hashimi states coming in and pressing her ID down on the scanner to see your chart. Ignoring the rest of the room to find out what ails you.
Cassie hates this even more than Dana, way more.
“I’ve got this covered, really, just some routine tests.” Doctor McKay is being possessive, and Al-Hashimi doesn’t back down.
They’d been doing this for the past five months, and it was getting to be a game of whose strap was bigger.
Dana was over it, but you were ignorant to the butch brawl.
Emma makes a scared face as her attention goes back and forth to the two women fighting about your chart. Even Dana waits on this one.
The children would get tired eventually, or she’d need to get a kiddie pool with mud for the two to work it out.
Dana had her bets on Cassie, not because of the ankle monitor or the rough history. But not, not because of the ankle monitor, McKay just had this love for you. That the charge nurse was sure wouldn’t blow over anytime soon.
Baran is the queen of passive-aggressive in these situations, though, and she easily calls ranks.
“Then we’ll make sure to put a rush on them and find out, Dr. McKay, may I speak to you in the hall?” The senior attending requests even though it’s not a question.
Cassie makes sure to leave with your glasses in her pocket; you wouldn’t be driving without them.
“Of course Dcotor Al-Hashimi,” she says through her teeth.
The two leave, and you miss how Cassie’s eyes linger in your shivering frame.
Dana ignores the fight in the hall and instead squeezes your knee comfortingly.
Voices raising and falling outside don’t matter; you did.
Dana nods at Emma towards the computer, knowing she’d have better chance at bullying you into submission then the sweet young nurse.
You yawn, and try to get warmer in the blankets. Sweat drips down your forehead and you really wish you had stayed home; the light was too much for your headache.
Dana wipes at your forehead with her palm; it’s less medical and far closer to an intimate gesture.
“So tired, Dana…” you whisper, and she smiles comfortingly at you. You were too cute to even the charge nurse like this, all docile and needy.
“I know, kid, so no more bad patient, okay? Emma here is gonna get you a second warm blanket and I’m gonna get some fluids in you. Starting of course, with your temp, now are you gonna behave or do I need to put you over my knee like my kids?” She says, and you don’t have the energy to fight her. Though you can see how she would totally spank you.
“Apple juice? you squeak in question and even Emma can’t help but smile at how cute you are. The normally smart doctor that she was intimidated by was getting tucked in by the charge nurse and asking for juice.
“As much as you want, you just gotta let me take your temp.” Dana agrees, trying not to smile too openly at how adorable you were. No wonder the two gay ladies in the hall were arguing over your chart.
Your eyes lull closed and Dana takes it as a warning, grabbing the thermometer for under your tongue.
“How long you been feelin this way, kiddo?” She says low in her ‘mama bear’ sorta way. It works on you every time. You fold like a melted string cheese under just a little maternal push.
“I took Harrison to this new exhibit.” You shiver, and the thermometer beeps and is pulled from your lips.
Emma types in your chart once she sees the high number.
“Who’s Harrison?” Emma asks, being a little nosey. Thinking that it’s your boyfriend. Kids these days, she’s probably thinking he’s 5’9 in finance. Nothing could be further from the truth. Dana chuckles at her very wrong idea.
“Harrison is Dr. McKay's little boy, he’s smarter than many of the doctors on this floor and cuter than a button,” Dana informs Emma, and now you smile big.
Yeah that was a good way to describe him.
“He’s adorable and knows he’s got me wrapped around his finger. How else would I start playing the Nintendo Switch on my weekends?” You say and your teeth chatter from your temp.
“You saw the exhibit, you worked 3 shifts and you’ve been having a headache, haven’t you?” Dana asks but starts an IV. You don’t even twitch as the needle goes into your vein.
“Who squealed?” You open one eye to glare.
Dana hid her laugh at the absurdity of the question.
“You got family here, family talks.” Dana dismissed you but you still gave her a dirty gaze. It’s not scary in the least.
“You have spies.” Your throat is raw, and you sound like Johnny Cash after smoking a pack.
But the two nurses don’t tease you, too low-hanging fruit. Besides, Dana has worked hard to be someone you trusted, and it wasn’t her style to tease you while you're half unconscious.
“Everywhere.” Dana agrees just as the two doctors re-enter.
Both are looking equally unhappy.
“Temp?” Al-Hashimi asks and Dana lets Emma answer. She’s squeezing the IV bag, and watching you try and pull the covers up incredibly higher. Your scrubs sticking to your skin like wet newspaper. It’s rough and unkind and you want to sleep.
“103.4,” her gentle voice is kind but you groan and yank the blanket over your head all the way.
“Does Harrison have it too?” Emma asks and misreads the room. This wasn’t a discussion. Everyone looks at her and then Cassie.
“Excuse me?” The doctor doesn’t like that one bit.
“Why would her son have it?” Al-Hashimi asks, but her tone is off.
“He didn’t put on the astronaut helmet with the zillion children coughing in it, so no.” You say, and your voice gives out halfway.
“Rest your voice,” Cassie instructs harshly and then eyes Emma with a new fire.
“Either way, let’s just rule everything else out.”
“Baran!” You try to shout and her lips curl at you using her first name. Just as Cassie’s grinding her jaw.
“Healthy Doctors on my floor. Only healthy Doctors. Get some rest, Khvaab-e-shirin.” Baran reminds you and squeezes your blanket covered foot.
The anger in Cassie’s features are hot enough they could light her fingers on fire.
But then the senior attending is out of the room again.
“Stop it,” the head nurse snaps at Cassie. “Get that look off your face.”
She says, waiving her pointer in a tiny circle.
“What?” Cassie pushes back rudely, only to get a threatening stare in return.
“I warned our patient I’d take her over my knee, you want to go first?” The motherly threatening is enough that Cassie tries to bounce back.
“Blood draw, and a Covid test. Do strep too.” Cassie lists and Dana actually pulls back, looking offended. Like what was this her first day or something?
“Oh, and then what?” The nurse delivers sarcastically but Emma is typing rapidly on your chart.
“Not you too, please.” Cassie winces after getting the riot act with Doctor Al Hashimi. A very uncomfortable back and forth where the two argued but also danced around the real issue. Baran wanted you and so did Cassie and neither wanted to work in the same shift while yearning over you.
The blonde can’t believe this clear rudeness.
“Hey, I’m bisexual too. You gonna fight every gay on rotation or just the ones in your weight class?” Dana arches an eyebrow, and Cassie’s eyes zone in on you to see if you're paying attention. Luckily you were out.
You look like Harrison when he sleeps. Mouth open, little snores, body curled like a bug in a rug. Cuddling nothing but fabric, how Cassie wanted to crawl into that bed and hold you tight.
Hold a cold cloth on your forehead and rub your lower back over and over. Hypnotic and consistent, watching over your sleeping form to keep you safe.
Kiss your nose and soothe any bad dreams.
Cassie McKay wanted the honor of being the person you snuggled against.
Today and every night, never letting you get cold again. Feet pressed against her own under comforter and silent nights.
“Please Dana, I just…” Cassie is trying really she is, but she’s already raw. Already holding back from fighting with Baran.
So the nurse's shoulders drop a little, no longer wanting to make her point.
She raises her hands up to stop McKay from trying to say another word.
“You started the chart, you finish the chart. Emma and I will keep an eye on Sleeping Beauty. Go do rotations, by the time you're done with our first few happy customers, the labs will be back. You can’t do anything for her now anyway.” Dana says, gently reaching out to squeeze Cassie’s bicep and it helps.
Lord she needed a raise.
“Why did I fall for the cute one everyone wants?” Cassie asks, and Emma tries not to grin at how adorably in love Dr. McKay is.
Dana shakes her head, but makes her way for the door. Pushing the doctor as well.
“Listen, your girl didn’t get sick while on a date with Al Hashimi. Let’s remember who she spends every weekend with. Now stop marking your territory and scram.” Dana says, opening the door and walking the worried Butch out.
It’s hours later when you wake up. Sorta disoriented, you get anxious and jerk from the bed.
Strange fever dreams causing a cold sweat, you gasp in despair.
“Hey, hey, hey, easy, it’s me,” Cassie shushes and in the dim light you blink wearily at her.
“Cass? Cassie that you?” You croak, voice something in between.
“Yeah, I’m here. It’s okay sweetie, I turned off the lights so you could sleep better. Here,” she puts your glasses on your face and now you can make her form out better.
It soothes you and you fall back flat on the bed. Knowing she’s around always makes you feel better.
“Am I dead?” You ask, with the IV in your arm and Cassie working on your chart.
“Not funny.” She says dryly.
“Sorta funny,” you challenge, only to see Cassie looking down, right concerned.
“You should have told me you were feeling sick.” She sighs, disappointed that somehow she missed this. You're burning out right in front of her.
Cassie was always on you to drink water, to sleep, feeding you when you forgot. Packing extra lunches and extra coffee.
So how had the doctor so missed this?
The answer was clear, because you hid it from her. That’s what really made Cassie sick to her stomach.
“I could have worked my shift.” You insist. Anxious that you’d caused a fuss, a call out, you dropped the ball. Made work harder for the team.
“Your temp spiked, you were delirious and dehydrated.” Cassie’s tone is getting more clipped, more tense, it’s building.
In the dark you can see her worry is all consuming.
“Cassie, I just-”
“You just weren’t taking care of yourself!” She shouts and you flinch from her words and then you see her eyes shut as she tries to breathe and calm down. Not wanting to shout at you. Her temper flaring because she’s scared.
“Hey, I’m alright. I just needed some fluids and and-” You start but Cassie wipes at her face and you wonder if you’ve broken something in her.
“You, make everyone else a priority. You can’t burn out like this, your important. Not just a doctor but…Damn it.” Cassie chews on her bottom lip trying so hard to figure out how to do this.
“I didn’t want to worry you.” Your voice cracks and your head is pounding.
“That’s what’s got me worried.” Cassie lets out a self deprecating sound and whispers at her feet.
“Cassie, it’s just the flu.” You say gently but Doctor McKay isn’t able to let it go.
“I need you to take care of yourself, do you understand? You matter. I need you….” Cassie is opening her mouth and she can’t say the rest because that sentence really sums it all up.
Cassie McKay needs you.
“Your mad I didn’t tell you.” You say now, thinking of how you’d evaded her.
Her head falls before she lifts it and tries to calmly discuss this.
“I can’t take care of you if you won’t let me.” Her voice cracks and you reach out, it doesn’t take your fellow doctor more than a second to grab your hand back.
“You have enough to worry-” You try but it makes the older woman huff and cut you off.
“No, no, you don’t get to decide. That’s not how this works.” Cassie insists and you sniffle and she can’t stay mad at you when your sick and out of it.
So you two just hold hands and stare at one another.
“I don’t wanna get you sick.” You whisper, voice straining and Cassie leans forward and pulls wet strand of your hair back off your face.
“I’ll take my chances.” She says gently with love in her eyes.
“Harrison told me it probably had more germs then chucky cheese ball pit and I still put it on. I wanted to be an astronaut.” You say in hushed tones and Cassie can’t help but snort at that.
“What am I gonna do with you,” Cassie keeps playing with your hair and holding your hand.
“Let me win mario cart once in a while?” You try with big pleading eyes. It wasn’t fair that she could beat you and Harrison.
“Not a chance, that’s my street cred.” The older woman says and you giggle then wince in pain.
“I brought you apple juice and applesauce, and I even snagged a donut. But you have to take the tylenol. Or I’m withholding the sprinkles.” She’s got a bunch of goodies on the tray.
“You are cruel.” You say back and Cassie nods like she’s tough shit.
“You know it,” The doctor helps you sit up, propping the bed and pillows until your up.
“I feel like death.” You say in pain.
“Now she tells me,” Cassie lays it on thick and you try to be grumpy about it. But you want that pink sprinkled donut dang it.
“If this is the end, I just want you to know-”
Now Cassie’s not having any of it. She shakes the pill cup.
“Don’t even, jokes about your death will not get me to share sugar.” The older doctor warns.
“I see the light,” you push but take the pills and Cassie opens the apple juice and you take a swig.
“Last warning,” Cassie informs lifting the donut and taking a bite herself.
Your eyes widen, in despair - how could she be so mean.
“I thought you swore to do no harm.” You stick out your bottom lip.
“Dana said she’d spank you if you were bad, what do you think I’d do?” Cassie actually flirts and you lose your ability to speak at the idea.
Dirty dirty thoughts, fuck what a sight.
“That’s what I thought, be good. I’m taking you home after my shift,” she checks her wrist watch. “So in exactly four more hours, so if you can not develop any new illnesses between then and now I’ll even let you pick dinner.”
You don’t get to say anything else, but Cassie sets the rest of the donut onto a napkin and moves the tray over your hospital bed.
“I’m still trying to decide if I want to be good or not,” you flirt but you aren’t joking. You don’t know if you can blame it on the temperature.
Cassie gives you a long look before leaning over your body and kissing your forehead.
You can’t help but close your eyes and feel more loved from such a tiny peck than you had your whole life.
Cassie lingers too long to be considered friendly, before leaning back and eyeing you. Your flushed from the temperature, that’s what she tells herself.
“You’re already in the dog house. Now no more death jokes, close your eyes. Good dreams only, and drink your juice.”
“I want Chinese.” You say, but your heart is doing summersalts in your chest. You don’t want her to go.
“Behave.” Cassie says one last time before moving towards the door.
“Can I have another kiss if I promise to?” You for sure can’t blame it on the temperature now.
But Cassie also couldn’t resist such a request. She moves back to your bed and goes for your forehead but just as you close your eyes to enjoy it again.
She moves down and pecks your lips.
You must look like a cartoon because when you open your eyes she’s smiling at your lovestruck look.
Your grin is so big it actually hurts your cheeks.
“Four whole hours?” You ask needy and revel in how much Cassie seems to like you like this.
“Two hundred and fourty minutes,” Cassie agrees but in the dark now you think you can see her own blush.
“Do you have to go?” It’s desperate but real.
“Dana already is grumbling because I came in here every twenty minutes while you were sleeping. I think if I stay any longer she’ll send Al-Hashimi in and put me on AI charts all night.”
“Baran’s nice!” You argue and your voice cracks. Cassie grabs your juice and makes you take a sip but she’s already disagreeing.
“Hey, don’t forget who’s got your chart.” Cassie threatens and you wonder why the two doctors don’t get along.
You frown and give a little pout.
“You sure you want to take me home? I’m overly needy when I don’t feel good, I know this, and it’s gross.” You say but Cassie shakes her head.
“I like you like this.” She admits afraid of how you’ll react.
“Bedridden, waiting for the end.” You tease again and Cassie grabs your donut and holds it up.
“I warned you.” Cassie’s got this look that you can’t place.
“Not the donut! Anything but the donut.” You shout playfully and move your hand to try to take it.
“Can you be a good girl?” The older doctor asks and you can’t explain the full body reaction you have.
Except that you were sick and maybe subspace was easier to reach like this….or maybe it was all Cassie McKay.
But you sink and the butch see’s it immediately. Tilting her head to the side she sets the donut back down and cups your cheek. Swallowing the sugar and wondering what you taste like.
“Can you be my good girl?” Cassie asks now, and she needs you to say it. Needs it to be true.
Your lip trembles just a bit, but the hold on your face has you feeling so cherished that you get choked up.
You nod once.
And Cassie likes that, she likes that more than anything.
“Good, eat, drink, sleep. Fourteen thousand four hundred seconds, then your butt is being released. And you can get as much sweet and sour soup as you want. Okay?” McKay says more to herself than to you, she’s never been more excited to get off shift.
You nod again and grin, and Cassie doesn’t want to leave you but she’s got to.
“You okay here?” She asks, but she’s stalling.
You nod again, then Cassie’s taking off your glasses and putting them back in her pocket.
You two stare at each other with more feelings than you can take, it’s bursting out of your chest. But she’s walking backwards to the door.
Hesitating, not touching the doorknob.
Almost like she’s afraid if she leaves maybe you’ll change your mind, or maybe this was all too good to be true.
“1.44e+7” You whisper and she looks confused for a second before realizing you are doing the math for the milliseconds.
She points to the applejuice and you grab it again and drink.
“My good girl.”
Take care of yourself
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