Turntables (AntisocialMedicReader x SickGhost)
cw: vomit, sickness, Slow burn not so slow anymore????
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
“I told you you were going to get sick” ghost was laid in your bed sick as a dog with whatever cruel disease had struck you down the week before. “Why won’t you just go to medbay?” you huffed looking at him as he reached for a tissue from your bedside table.
“Careful doc you almost sound like you care,” he taunted, his voice more raspy than his regular grit. He adjusted himself until he was comfortable in your plain bedsheets, there wasn’t a touch of personality in your room, which in fact made perfect sense since you were practically never there in the first place. “Plus… don’t wanna be taking up a bed when a damn rookie twists his ankle or something-”
“Fucking orion.” you muttered under your breath, a rookie somehow more accident prone than the rest of the unit combined. Her hatred spurred mostly for the amount of damn paper work you's had to sign with his fucking name on it. You turn your head towards Ghost to see him gazing back at you fondly. “Fix your face, you're doing that weird shit with your eyes again.”
He broke into a coughing fit before smiling at you, “can’t help it sweetheart.” a groan escapes you along with probably one of your most dramatic eyerolls yet before putting his water bottle, fresh tissues and medication on the table with a post-it note of instructions and times to take it. “Three paracetamol, two isn't enough- 4 will kill you? What the fuck doc?!”
“What it’s true?”
“You scare me, mouse”
“Good that's how I like it” you smiled a little bit, an action ghost did everything in his power to memorise that look on your face, a grin like that was rare from your, he’d only ever seen it when you makes a joke you thinks is really funny, one most of the time you doesn’t say out loud. “Why do you insist on being in my room, wouldn’t you be more comfortable in yours?”
“Well after last week I assumed room swaps were just something we do now?” you quickly turned your back to him so he wouldn't see it, the memory in your mind of falling asleep in his arms every night with a dull ache in your body but a warm cozy feeling around you as he watched tv with your tucked between his arm and chest. “Can I expect some good night cuddles if I'm feeling particularly miserable later?”
you clear your throat, “we can see about that.”
Hours later when you did re-enter the room it seemed that ghost’s joke wasn’t just a joke anymore. He did in fact look far more sickly than he did when you left him, you stripped yourself of all your gear and sat next to him on the bed pressing your hand to his forehead. “Fucking hell-” his eyes were hooded as they tracked your movement across the room. She refilled his water and sat him up.”Do you need to vomit? Have you been sick at all?” he nodded weakly and pointed to the bathroom where he hadn’t quite made it to the toilet but had made an attempt to clean it.
“I’m so sorry darling…I know how much you like your room clean…”he slurred as you cleaned his chin with his shirt. “I understand if you want me to go to my room- i- i just need some help.”
“Don’t be fucking ridiculous” you snapped at him and sat him against the wall bottle feeding him water which he happily took, you rubbed his back like he had done for your trying to give him some sense of comfort. “I'm not mad- don’t worry about that” you scratched his scalp and very slowly and rather awkwardly embraced him.
Him being the hulking brute he almost crushed you when his arms wrapped around you and he squeezed. Burying his face in the crook of your neck taking in your smell. “Don’t go again.” he mumbled against your skin and you nodded, kissing his cheek.
“I wont…love”
Part 5
