zemo x reader (one shots)

Sick

In this one shot the reader is sick and frail and Zemo does his best to look after you. He is worried about your health constantly.

Another day in bed. To you it was kind of a nest, it felt warm most of the time but suddenly it would drop in temperature as soon as Zemo left your side.

Your husband over in the corner looking at a piece of paper, your prescription.His posture was straight to attention and his coat made his frame look heavenly he was eye candy.

My hands: pale, numb and shaking. I clasped them together trying to look well in front of my husband. I was sat up back against the pillows. He still stood there same expression, his brows knitted together before he turned to you.

"You should have 30 grams instead of 20" he said with concern

He placed the paper on your night stand and took your hand in his. He squeezed it twice to bring you comfort but when you tried to mirror his actions you could only manage half. He looked down at your hands with a frown. He took a seat next to you on the bed taking your hands in his.

"Aw love." he raised your hand up to his lips and kissed them gently.

You smiled "it's okay and it is better than before. Trust me love."

"last time you said that you ended up in intensive care for a week."

"But I am fine.....truly I am fine."

"I don't trust that" ,he sighed, "I am leaving to go get your medication. I will be leaving you in the hands of the doctor he is just a room down so you can use the button on the side of your bed or you can ring me or him with your phone."

He gave you a smile before kissing your cheek "oh and try to get some sleep"

"I will." You kissed him on the lips, sparks lit up your eyes.

He left the room not before popping back in just as a last second check up before heading out.

You nestled back into your sheets looking up at the ceiling; raising your arm you looked at all the wires that supported your life and your whole view finder, to see the world, your world. Zemo.

When you awoke from a few hours of being passed out you found your self feeling a bit strange. A bit odd.

New meds were placed on your table.

A fit of coughing hit you before settling down. You felt better after that and decided on a bit of a walk down the hall. You called your husband on the phone and he met you by your door.

You walked in front while Zemo wheeled your bags of fluid down the hall. You smiled at him as he gave one back a few more steps and his hands were clasped around yours. Swinging back and forth like little children.

A cough caught itself in the back of your throat but you suppressed it. A few more steps and another one bubbled up.

"You alright?" Zemo spoke very observant his eyes staring daggers.

"Yea-" you stopped dead in your tracks.

Another cough came, then a fit. Zemo held onto you by the shoulders making sure if you fell he would catch you. You took your hand away from your mouth and Zemo looked in pure horror as your hand was covered in blood.

Your eyes widened as you saw the droplets race to the ground. You coughed again and more blood fell to the ground. Around about a wine sized glass was on the floor pooling around you.

Zemo whisked you off your feet and brought you back to your room. Before yelling out in the hall. Your eyes flicked from consciousness to unconsciousness in a matter of milliseconds. Zemo joined you back in the room on his knees taking your left hand in his.

You had blood running down the side of your mouth and you were sickly pale. Zemo rested a hand on your forehead feeling that it was hot.

The doctor came though the doors and looked at your state. You aren't breathing because of the build up of blood. The doctor pushed Zemo out of the room before he can protest.

Getting weaker by the second he bends a tube and takes out all the blood from your lungs. Your chest rises and falls and they sigh in relief. They add another IV drip to the bag holder and clip an indicator to your finger.

Zemo was pacing up and down fumbling with his fingers. His heels clicked against the marble floors and mumbles in russian slipped past his mouth. When the doctor came out whipping a towel over their hands Zemo panicked. He slammed them into the wall giving them a hard glare with his cold eyes.

"What happened?!?" He snapped clenching his jaw

"Nn-nothing sir she is okay and stable" The doctor said panicking

"You best hope so other wise I will have something other than a sand bag to aim for" 

Zemo pushed them a side and opened the double doors. He saw your slow breathing and let go of a great he didn't know he had been holding. He pulled a stray hair from your face and tucked it behind your ear and he took in your innocent sight. He took your left hand into his looking down at your wedding ring.

He glanced around at the towels cover in your blood before tuning his attention back to you.

"Stay with me please. Make it through the night my love"