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Sick!Johnny Cade X Reader

Okay so ima just give a Lil back story here. So you and Johnny met when you protected him from some socs and you know Dally because you're at Bucks a lot. You don't know the gang but you've heard a lot about them from Johnny and Dally. You're 17, live alone and have a dog, and uh yeah I think that's it.

(Y/n)'s POV:

I had found Johnny laying passed out in the lot on my late-night stroll.

We had become quite close after I rescued him from a gang of drunk socs and now we often met in the lot when I was lonely or his parents were being assholes. I walked up to him and quickly assessed everything, making sure he wasn't just asleep.

I felt his forehead and winced when I noticed how hot it was, he definitely couldn't stay here with that kind of fever. Without hesitation, I scooped him up in my arms and rushed back to my house.

I shoved the gate and door open with my leg and gently placed the feverish Johnny on my old worn-out couch.

Jax (feel free to change your dogs name) walked up nudged my leg. He could clearly feel my nerves. My heart was pounding and I knew I needed to cool Johnny down. I peeled off his sweat-soaked shirt and denim jacket, throwing them into the chair next to me.

Once I was sure Johnny would be comfortable, I made quick work of gathering my needed supplies. I first headed to the bathroom to grab a thermometer, cool down a washcloth and grab some fever reducers, not knowing the extent of his symptoms.

On my trek back from the linen closet to gather extra blankets, I also nabbed the trash can from my room in case Johnny felt sick; and a glass of water from the kitchen. Once I had all my items, I headed back to the sick boy, who was still passed out on the couch in my living room.

I gently swiped his sweaty black locks from his face and placed the cold washcloth on his burning forehead. I placed the lightest blanket on top of him so I didn't make his fever worse and set the trash bin next to the couch.

All I could really do now was wait. I plopped down in the chair beside Johnny, and patted my lap, inviting Jax up. I sat there anxiously petting him, trying to ease my nerves. I hated being so utterly helpless.

I only had to wait about 6 minutes until Johnny was up and sprinting to the bathroom. Clearly, he didn't see the trash can I grabbed for this exact purpose.

I slid out from under Jax and chased after Johnny. Sure enough, when I got to the bathroom, I found him hunched over the toilet throwing up, sad tears streaming down his face. I lowered myself down onto the floor beside the sick boy and rubbed circles across his back, hoping to comfort him in some way.

Johnny gripped the sides of the toilet tightly, breathing heavily over it trying to calm his overwhelming nausea. I could feel the fever radiating from his body. I stood back up and grabbed the rag I used earlier and put it on the back of Johnny's neck.

His whole body shook, he had his eyes screwed shut as he continued to breathe heavily over the basin. "It's alright Johnny," I whispered. He gagged and spit into the water. "That's it, Johnny, get it all out." He groaned and gagged again.

"(Y/n)," he whimpered

"I'm right here buddy," I reassured him. His stomach convulsed painfully as it tried to send up what little Johnny had eaten. I rubbed large circles on his back in an attempt to comfort him. He coughed and retched hard as he brought up stomach acid. It broke my heart to see him like this.

"This is horrible," he groaned, before heaving again.

"I know buddy, I know. You're doing great," I encouraged him. I sat there with him for several more minutes, until his stomach was finally done. He coughed a few times, spitting the remaining bile out of his mouth. "You all done Johnny?" I ask, taking the rag from the back of his neck and wiping away the vomit left on his lips. He flushed the toilet and nodded.

"I think so," He replied hoarsely. I grabbed the glass off the counter and filled it with water, handing it to Johnny so he could rinse out his mouth. Once he was done and had taken a few sips, I set the glass down and helped Johnny to his feet.

I didn't like how wobbly he was, so I gently scooped him up into my arms, being extra careful not to upset his stomach again. I stood there for a moment until Johnny gave me a timid nod and I began walking back to the couch.

I gingerly set his weak body down on the couch, and then ran back to the bathroom to get a new cold rag and grab the glass of water. Once I had my things I made quick work of getting back to the extremely ill 16-year-old.

I had just set the cold rag on Johnny's forehead and told him about the trash bin I had placed on the floor if he felt sick again; when I heard my phone ring loudly. I let out a deep sigh and made my way over to the blaring device.

I angrily picked up the phone and snapped out a firm "WHAT?!" recoiling when I heard Dally's voice on the other end.

"Hey doll, have you seen Johnny? The gang and I can't find him," It was weird to hear the "oh so tough bad boy" sound so worried.

"Uh, yeah, he's at my house. I found him passed out in the lot with a fever so I took 'im home with me."

"Passed out in the lot?? Is he okay?" Came Dally's frazzled frantic reply.

"I mean he'll live if that's what you mean. Threw up a few minutes ago, but he's asleep now."

"I'm coming over." He stated curtly

"I don't care if you come over, but come alone. Todays, not the day I'll meet them. I can't have a bunch of rowdy boys in my house." I said firmly, letting him know this was not up for debate.

"Okay fine, I will come alone." He signed reluctantly

"The door is open so just walk right in." All I heard was a grunt in reply before the line went dead. I quickly put the phone back and bound back over to Johnny.

It broke my heart seeing the look on his face telling me he was in a lot of pain. I gently lifted his head up from the couch and sat down crisscross. I set his head back down in my lap and gave him a minute to adjust around and get comfy.

Once he settled down, I gently ran my hands through his hair, scraping my long nails across his scalp. I was happy to see the relief on his face as I proceeded to massage Johnny's head.

I continued even after I heard his breathing even out, and his eyes fluttered shut, indicating that he drifted off. It was just as therapeutic for me as if was relaxing for him; it gave me something to occupy my mind with other than my anxiety.

I stayed like that, running my fingers through Johnny's matted, sweat-soaked hair, even after I heard Dally barge through the door. He did a double-take when he saw me and Johnny on the couch. I wanted to laugh, but I kept a straight face so I wouldn't disturb the sick boy in my lap.

Dally wasted no time speeding over to Johnny and checking him over. Once he was sure Johnny was alive and as well as he could be right now, Dally plopped down heavily into the chair behind him.

I stayed running my hands through Johnny's hair as I began talking to Dally. "So what's got you so worried? It's not like 'ima kill him." I questioned him

"He's like a kid brother to me, I worry about him," He said looking down shyly

"Aww, the big bad hood has a heart." I teased. He just shot me a glare and went back t staring at Johnny. "What? You wanna steal my spot?" I continued to tease.

"I'm not good with sick people," Dally grumbled.

"Well, all you gotta do is sit here and run your hands gently through his hair. Come here, sit." I carefully lifted Johnny's head and slid out from under him, allowing Dally to take my spot. I laid on the ground with Jax and giggled quietly as I watched Dally awkwardly stroke Johnny's hair.

After a few minutes, he relaxed and ran his hands through the sick boy's hair just as I was earlier. Johnny got up multiple times during the rest of the afternoon, and through the night. Dally and I stayed by his side the whole time comforting and taking care of him.

After about a week, Johnny was feeling much better, but unfortunately spending all that time at my house with a sick Johnny, Dally caught the stomach bug as well. :(

Welp, I hoped yall like it, sorry it was so late and rushed. I just started watching TVD and find Damon hella hot. Should I do the next one of him??? Let me know what yall think. BYEEEEE!!!

~Luna