sleepless sniffles//dandy mott
pairings; dandy mott x fem reader
warnings; mentions of the flu, being sick
a/n; fuck knows what it is, but the thought of taking care of dandy when he’s ill, JUST… GAH <3
(also i was half asleep whilst writing this so.. yk)
It was the fifth night of sleeping with this unforgivable flu. Dandy felt like total hell and all day he had dreaded the thought of going to bed. Each time was just the same. And trust me, tossing and turning with a stuffy nose wasn’t easy. Especially when you were beside him trying to rest for the night. He couldn’t stand it!
He knew his constant shivering and whimpering would keep you awake. Not to mention the fact his nose was streaming like a cold tap, forcing him to blow it every ten minutes. God, it was a nightmare.
Dandy had even tried sleeping in a separate bedroom to avoid waking you up. But nothing seemed to work. You could hear him sneezing his head off from the other room, leaving you to just lay awake, staring at the ceiling.
You’re sick beloved also tried sleeping pills to knock himself out for the night. Yet his poor nose kept bothering him, so the pills had no effect whatsoever. You felt so sorry for Dandy. These past few days he’d been totally exhausted..
Tonight, you insisted he stayed in here with you. You couldn’t care less if you were up all night. You would be willing to stay awake and soothe him for as long as he needed.
Though, within the last few hours, you couldn’t keep you’re eyes open any longer. It was lovely to finally drift into a peaceful slumber, but poor Dandy’s immune system wouldn’t be letting his body copy you’re actions anytime soon..
He lay awake, sniffling as hard as he could to help him breathe even for a few minutes. Nothing helped. In fact, sniffing the bodily fluids back up just made it way worse.
Yet again, Dandy was pestered by the same annoying itch in his nose that had been there all damn day. That irritating, tortuous tickle.
“No..” He whispered quietly to himself, slowly reaching over to his bedside table to collect a tissue from the box you brought to him earlier on today.
He took the soft paper and pinched his nose with it, rubbing slightly to help get rid of the tickle.
This was no use. It just created an aggravating spasm in his sinuses, his body almost instantly telling him that he needed to sneeze.
“Heh..” The tickle began. Dandy placed a long finger under his nose, his breath hitching as he tried to stave off the sneeze.
Dandy looked at you’re sleeping form through watering eyes, knowing you wouldn’t be like this for much longer..
“Hheeeeh-ASHOOO!” The sickly man sneezed. You felt yourself jump out of you’re skin as you flew off the bed, startled by the extremely loud noise.
Dandy stared at you blankly, grabbing another tissue and blowing his nose. You exhaled calmly, relieved that it was just you’re ill partner.
“I’m sorry..” Dandy sniffled. “I should go back to the other room.”
He got up and went for the door, so you bolted towards it and made sure it was locked. “Now don’t you be so silly! Please get back under the covers, sweetheart. You’re staying here with me tonight whether you like it or not.”
Dandy smiled and did as he was told. You walked over to the bed, getting back in and ordering him to tell you if he gets cold through any hours of the night.
He sneezed a few more times and you blessed him. Allowing him to nestle into you’re side, preparing to drift off.
“My poor Dandy.. tomorrow morning we’ll go right to the doc- the doc..” You quickly snatched one of the tissues from Dandy’s box, shocking yourself with a delicate sneeze.
You glared up at him from beneath the tissue, you’re facial expression telling him all he needed to know.
Dandy rubbed at his nose, giggling softly. “Oops..”