Twelve days of Agent 47 [Agent 47 X Reader]

Day 11 | Though your nose gets a chillin'

Yesterday's cold has caused you to become sick.

It started with a single sneeze, and you couldn't keep blaming your sniffling on the pepper you had so excessively distributed over your scrambled eggs during breakfast this morning.
It didn't take long for you to develop a sore throat and an ugly cough to boot.

47 had picked up on those signals and had asked you repeatedly if you were alright, but eventually, you were so pale that denying was of no use anymore.

"Why do I suddenly feel so weak?" you sniffled, rubbing your runny nose on a handkerchief. "I was fine this morning."

Agent 47 tutted and patted a wet cloth against your damp forehead.
"It must be the cold from yesterday." he suggested, for even though he'd managed to repair the heating, you had been cold for quite some time.

You pouted and turned away to cough, making you sigh after a moment. You rested back into your pillow, rubbing your eyes.

"This isn't really how I saw our wonderful Christmas break end." you muttered, slumping a little.

"This isn't ruining it, if that was what you are suggesting." Agent 47 assured you, gesturing for you to take the thermometer he was holding into your mouth. You did so reluctantly, still wanting to deny that you felt like a ragdoll at the moment.

"You're running a fever." he announced after reading the display. "You need to rest, (Y/n)."

"I'll be fine." you said, but right as the words left your mouth, you burst out into another coughing fit.

Agent 47 rubbed your back. "Yes, you will. But for now, you need to listen to your body."

You nodded gingerly and hugged the duvet a bit tighter, shivering despite the warmth.

"I'm going to make you some soup."

Protesting, you shook your head. "Oh, no, you really don't have to. You've done so much for me already and—"

"But I want to. It makes you feel better quicker."

Too tired to reply, you whispered an: "Okay."

He kissed your forehead, giving you a serious look. "Go to sleep." he whispered, "I will get working on the soup and it will be done when you wake up."

You sniffled, humming as you closed your eyes.

"I love you." you said with a tiny voice, quirking open one eye to watch him leave the room. He halted in his tracks and looked over his shoulder.

He smiled a little.

Your heart skipped a beat and you immediately felt a whole lot better.