Moira x Sick! Reader Headcanons
Hello! Recently having my wisdom teeth taken out (it’s horrible do not recommend) has inspired me to write about Moira and how she’d treat you if you were feeling ill.
She would never openly admit it but seeing you in pain did bring her some … discomfort. She’s not used to letting people close and so it frustrates her how much she cares about you.
Moira would remain busy in her lab as you rested but the thought of your current state would pick at the deepest parts of her brain throughout the day.
She stands over the bed as you sleep and watches you at times, her tall frame casting shadow over your body.
Her hands would remain behind her back, as if observing a test subject. Though, sometimes she would reach out and you’d feel her cold hand cradle your jaw if only for a moment before bending down and kissing your forehead gently as you slept.
Moira undoubtedly understands quite a bit about the human body and so she ensures you’re caught up on the necessary medication. “Take these.” She would say with slender fingers offering you a small paper cup with a variety of vitamins, antibiotics and painkillers if needed.
Each day she would monitor your status. “How are you feeling today?” She would ask, genuine concern hidden behind her usual cold expression.
Moira would encourage you to eat, shower, get up and brush your teeth. Insisting that it would make you feel better.
She would help with those tasks if you asked but would not assume you needed it unless stating otherwise.
She found joy in your compliance. She sometimes fantasized you were her personal little experiment, willing to do whatever she deemed appropriate.
Though she’s relieved to see you feeling better, a worse side, a sick side of her wished you had remained ill for just a little longer. She liked when you were more or less dependent on her.
yes. she would make you soup.
This is my first time writing for Moira so I hope you liked it, I tried my best to keep her true to character lol. Thanks for reading !! 🧪
