N.R. One Shots

Sick

Requested by moonlight_veve
I'm sorry sorry so sorry this took sooo long!!! My notepad shit down completely, and I lost all my drafts and I'm just.. ugghhhhh..

Sorry.. Hope this will be worth the wait...

"Y/N? Baby you need to lie down!"

Nat gets up and grabs your arm, pulling you gently back into the room. Hardly had she come home that evening, when she'd found you running a 104°F fever.

She had known something was wrong when she left in the morning. You were lethargic and half asleep. But she had pinned it on your rather vigorous exercise sessions. (*cough cough*)

She had immediately put you to bed. But you, being you, couldn't stay alone upstairs while she tried to make a decent dinner.

"Go to sleep," Nat coos, laying you back down on the bed. You scrunch your nose.
"What's that smell, Nat?"

Nat bites her lip and looks away.
"I might have...burnt...the carpet..."

You chuckle a little, cough, and say in a scratchy voice, "The carpet!?"

"Look. You don't need to worry. Just sleep."
"I can't sleep here alone..." you whine, holding onto her hand as she starts to get up.
"Lie down with me..."

Nat let's out a playful sigh and climbs into the bed with you, big spooning you. Her hands circle your bare waist and her breath is soft against your neck.

"Tasha..."
"Yeah baby?"
"I love you."
"I love you too princess... Now sleep."

You are half asleep when you feel Nat leave the bed.

.....(time skip)

Nat's POV

Y/N has been writhing and thrashing in bed. Her temperature increased sometime during the night when we were both asleep, after she managed to gulp down a few bites of food.

I sit up in bed and gently smooth her brow. She responds by opening her eyes a sliver.
"I'm cold, Tasha.."
"I know baby, I'm sorry," I say, not knowing what to do. I've never had a fever before, nor have I had to take care of someone with a fever. I don't know if this is the time to make soup or call the ambulance.

"What can I do baby?" I ask, feeling bad that I can't figure it out myself.
"Just hold me.."
I comply and wrap my arms around Y/N's shivering form, kissing her hair.

"On second thought," Y/N mutters, pushing me away.
She runs on wobbly legs to the bathroom. I follow her to see her bent over, throwing up.

Without a word, I just sit down next to her, holding her hair back.

No one's POV

Nat holds your hair back as you hurl whatever you have, or haven't, eaten. She strokes your arms, her hands lovely and cold against your burning skin.

"Sorry," you cough out.
"No baby, its okay.. I'm here..."
You gratefully lean against her, eyes half closed, as she cradles you to her chest.

"Are you sleepy baby?" Nat whispers, running her fingers through your hair.
"Mmm," you sigh.

"Sleep moya dorogaya," she coos, humming a old Russian lullaby. You feel yourself drifting to sleep, as you hear the beating of her heart.

"I love you.."
"I love you too."