Gertchase fic. In which Gert is sick and Chase has to take care of her
Chase had to threaten to carry her back upstairs to bed for Gert to admit she was sick. He feels kind of smug when all she does is huff but shows no other signs of protest.
The others snigger making whipping sounds as he stands in the kitchen working on a steaming pot of chicken noodle soup whilst wearing Gert’s apron. “Jerks” he mutters under his breath, smiling when Molly comes to his rescue calling him sweet and telling the others to be quiet.
He walks upstairs slower than usual, being extra careful not to spill anything. When he enters the room Gert is curled up, an arm under her pillow as the other flops by the edge of the bed, glasses askew on the bridge of her nose.
He moves closer, sliding the tray onto the bedside table and leans down to remove her glasses. His hand is immediately pushed away as Gert shifts, a scowl forming before her eyes are even open.
“Don’t touch them.” Her voice doesn’t sound nearly as harsh as she would like, instead it’s layered with sleep.
Chase holds his hands up in mock surrender, an innocent smile on his face.
“I don’t need you to do things for me Jock Jams.” Gert spits out.
“Gert, you’re sick. Please just take the soup.” His eyes are pleading and it’s enough for her to relent, rolling her eyes and reaching for the tray.
“I’ll just-” Chase motions to the door.
Her hand on his wrist cuts him off, he looks down tilting his head with a curious expression.
His eyes widen in shock, unsure if he made her response up.
Her eyes soften as she tugs on his hand. She repeats the word, a nervous glint in her eyes as the vulnerability seeps in.
Chase smiles sitting on the edge of the bed. Gert gives him a shy smile in response, her smile widening when he playfully squeezes her foot.
He doesn’t say a lot whilst she eats her soup and though she’d never admit it out loud the soup is delicious. She tries not to read too much into the gesture, or the fact she makes space for him to lie next to her. Maybe they’ll talk about what it means after the chaos has quietened.