Big Hero 6 x Reader One Shots

(164): Sick (Fred)

Sick Reader x Fred cause why not? ^-^
(Unedited).

You wake up in the middle of the night and run to the bathroom. You barely make it to the toilet before you get sick. Your head pounds. You couldn't be getting sick. This wasn't time for illness -- you have a date with your boyfriend, Fred, tomorrow! He waited up all night to score two tickets to Comic-Con just for you.

You're sick, obviously, but that shouldn't stop you. You brush your teeth and go back to bed.

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Early that morning, you wake up with the same pounding headache and nauseous feeling. You drink a bottle of water and take a few pills. Thirty minutes later, you're not perfectly okay, but you're close enough. You slowly get ready. As you finish doing your hair, Fred knocks on the door. You answer it.

"Who's ready for some Comic-Con?" He shouts, jumping into the room.

"Me!" You say.

Fred smiles and kisses your forehead. "Alright! Ready?"

"Totally," You say.

Fred grabs your hand and runs out of the room, taking you with him. He turns to kick the door shut. Your head spins at the speed. You stop running, pulling Fred to a stop. He turns back to look at you as you close your eyes and rest your hands on your knees.

"___?" He asks, placing a hand on your back. "You okay?"

You nod a little. "F-Fine."

"Are you sure? You're kinda pale. Okay, you're seriously pale. Are you sick?"

"I-uh- woke up last night and got sick. I'm okay. Let's just go."

"___, there's no way you can go."

"W-What? No, I'm fine."

"___-"

"I'm fine," You repeat. You stand up straight and take a deep breath. You take a step and the world spins. You stumble forward.

"___!" Fred catches you.

You groan as your stomach lurches.

"___, we can go to Comic-Con another time."

"But-"

Fred scoops you up in his arms. He carries you back inside and lays you gently on your bed. He covers you up and then sits on the side of the bed, stroking your hair.

"I ruin everything," You mutter.

Fred laughs. "No. We can still have a date, just. . . not at Comic-Con."

You give Fred a dirty look. "Okay, okay. It's not as cool as Comic-Con, of course, but we'll still be together. Besides, why go to a place where a bunch of nerds dress as superheroes when you've got the real deal right here?"

You smile. "True. I love you, Freddie."

"Freddie loves you, too." Fred grins and leans down to kiss you. You push him away.

"You can't kiss me, I'm sick!"

"So?" Fred sighs.

"I don't want to get you sick, silly," You say. Fred pouts. "Okay, okay. Fine. Let me take care of you, then. What do you need? Soup? Water? Hugs? Comic books? Baymax?"

You laugh. "Those last three sound nice."

"Well, I don't have any comic books with me and Baymax isn't here-- hugs it is!" Fred leans forward and wraps his bony arms around you. You laugh. "I give great hugs-- better than Baymax, right?"

"Um, sure. . ."

Fred gasps. "___! I thought you loved me!"

You laugh again. "I do, Freddie. I really do. Now stop making me laugh. It makes my stomach hurt more."

Fred laughs quietly. "Okay. Get some rest, ___. I'll go pick up some comic books and try to take Baymax from Hiro. Sound good?"

You smile. "Or you could just ditch me for Comic-Con."

Fred sighs. "As tempting as that sounds. . . I'd rather take care of you. You need me. Comic-Con can wait another year. Alright. Sleep. I'll be right back." Fred kisses your forehead and adds another blanket to the pile on top of you. Just before you doze off, you feel Fred's lips against yours.

"You're gonna get sick, dummy," You mumble.

"It's worth it!" He calls as he runs out the door.