I was disheartened finding there weren’t that many chronically sick reader fics out there. I would like to continue writing sick fics is any one wants to send prompts. Let me know if I should continue to write these.
THERE ARE NO LINE BREAKS NOW? I HAVE NOT POSTED IN YEARS
The cool feeling of the bedroom did nothing to make you feel even remotely better. Your body still ached. Your legs hurt while at the same time they felt restless. Your back ached, you shifted around just trying to get it to pop. Just trying to find some relief at that constant gnawing around your spin. Worst of all the recent change in weather triggered the arthritis in your chest make any type of upper body movement painful. Breathing itself was horrible. You loved the rain, and thought the dark clouds outside the tower looked amazing.
“Friday what time is it," your eyes darted to the ceiling, she may be omnipotent in the tower, but you always looked to the same spot when talking to her.
"It's 3 pm Y/N," her tone sounded as if she was trying to sooth you herself. You sighed heavily. Most of the day was gone, and you barely got out of bed that day. You barely had any energy to take a shower that morning and take some anti-inflammatory meds before you crashed not wanting to deal with that pain. Thank God email existed and vacation time was a thing because you suspected tomorrow might be the same.
"Y/N. Friday said you woke up," Tony popped his head around the door before entering. I grimaced at him as I sat up against the bed frame reaching out to him. He just gave a gentle smile as he moved to kick off his shoes, and gently climbed into the bed with me trying to move into my personal space without jostling me to much.
"I feel like shit. The meds don't seem to help today so that sucks. I'm just happy that work is letting me code from home today," I fix my posture every few seconds trying to find a better angle to make sure that my sternum isn't being compressed to much.
"Here cover up," I pull the cover over him high enough to cover his chest, "I don't know how you're walking around with the crazy storm that came in. I swear if Thor had anything at all to do with this rain I will kick his ass the next time he's in New York."
"Well I will be sure to let him know, but I'm doing ok. The change in atmospheric pressure doesn't affect me to much since years of passing through the atmosphere in the suit helped me acclimate a lot more easily. It's the change in temperature that will suck come winter." I couldn't imagine the pain that Tony was going through. I knew my chronic pain was bad, especially during flares, but to imagine what Tony's gone through in the cave, through the superhero-ing. He was so much stronger than anyone gave him credit for.
"What are you thinking about ache and shake," Tony noticed you had begun to daydream a bit. I laughed loving how he could distract me with his wit.
"Just how lucky I am to be with someone who understands," I grabbed his hand and held it tight, just wanting to be closer to him. He lifted our interlocked hands and kissed the back of mine.
"Are you warming up," I asked. I think that's why we did so well together, one of the many reasons. Because I cared for him just as much as he cared for me.
"I am positively toasty. Fri let's get a movie playing before we order in for dinner. That sound good love?" Tony looked back at me with those warm eyes that felt playful and caring. When ever I was with Tony I felt like I could breath again, and that in itself meant more to me than anyone could understand. Anyone except for Tony.
