Helloooo! I saw that you write for Judah Lewis and I'm literally obsessed with him and his movies and there are like no writers for Judah so I was so excited when I saw that you write for him lol. Would you be able to write a hurt/comfort Teddy Pierce or Cole Johnson sickfic where he's like really sick in the middle of the night and the reader takes care of him?? (Female reader) Thank youuu! :)
TEDDY PIERCE. sick nights
notes — hi hi anon! congrats for being my first requester lol. this idea is so cute, and i decided to do teddy since he’s the first judah lewis character i’ve seen ++ cole is already getting his own hcs that i’m slowly.. but surely.. conjuring up.
The temperature when Teddy Pierce had texted you was definitely the opposite of warm. But when he told you he had an urgent matter, and that he was ill, perhaps on his death bed, you knew you had to go heal your boy. So, here you walked through the atrocious snow, snow boots and all, you tracked the Pierce residence.
Teddy was merely a few minutes away from you. It was the reason you two even met. Teddy’s parents were always busy people, especially within the mornings and afternoons, so, in order to go to school, he was sent to the bus. In fourth grade, you two were assigned to sit next to each other on it, and that started your friendship.
And not that you’d admit it, but you had the fattest crush on the brunet.
The Pierce’s had slipped a spare key in the dirt of the plant that was on the porch. It used to be an extremely pretty lily, although, winter cursed it to its demise. Now the said lily had been… well… no longer present. Just a pot of dirt.
But you’d rather not dig your hand into a pot of dirt, no, not during winter, not ever. Not while Kate was able to open the door, or even Teddy if he was exaggerating like normal.
KNOCK — KNOCK !
The wait for the door to open was only a few seconds, and you could see the face of Teddy’s little sister, Kate Pierce. She held a face that screamed pure joy to see you again.
“Hi!” Kate squealed, letting you inside. “Let me tell you, Teddy is one heck of a drama queen.”
You let out a laugh, kicking off your boots. You hung your puffy jacket up, and scarf along with it.
“That’s definitely your brother.”
And with that, you scurried up the steps of the Pierce home, marching your way to your crushes room. Upon opening it, you were blessed with the sight of Teddy laying on his bed, ear buds in his ear and the cord stuck into the phone jack. Closing the door, you smiled at him.
“Teddy,” you sung carefully, “you don’t look that sick.”
With that being said, a sneeze erupts from the boy. He takes the ear buds out, lazily turning his head over at you. “I am that sick.” Teddy’s voice was weak and raspy, and you immediately nodding, dropping the jokes.
You rushed over to Teddy, sitting on the edge of his abnormally small bed. He was wearing pajamas, in which he wore black nike sweatpants and a grey shirt. Fuzzy socks were also added along with his look. You put your hand onto his forehead, brushing off the light brown hairs that rested on his forehead. He was most definitely burning up.
It wasn’t the first time Teddy called you over because he was sick, and it’s not like you haven’t, either.
A hum passes your lips, and you didn’t notice the slight smile on your face. “Point proven, Pierce. You’re on your death bed.” the sarcasm quickly leaves your lips before you can think, and a small laugh comes from Teddy.
And you most definitely couldn’t think about anything anyway when his arms wrap around your waist, resting his head on your chest.
A sniff comes from Teddy.
“I don’t really need anything.” Teddy’s voice comes out in a murmur. “Just this.”
So, you remained silent. As the hours passed, you both were sound asleep. Teddy’s head on your chest, and his arms still wrapped around your waist. Your fingertips lay neatly against his scalp, still as a painting, and your eyes are shut.
Safe to say, you had also gotten sick.
