Scarlett Johansson x Female Reader

Sick, Pt. 2

The next morning,

Scarlett is woken up by loud, harsh coughing. She opens and closes her eyes a few times, blinking away the sleep, suddenly remembering everything from the night before. Her eyes widen when she sees Y/n sitting up, leaning forward, with her head in between her knees, wheezing and breathing heavily.

Scarlett shoots up and immediately repositions herself so she can rub Y/n's back. Y/n takes a deep, shuddering breath before she breaks into a fit of chesty coughs. Scarlett winces at the sound, not wanting to even imagine how painful the coughing must be.

"You're okay, Y/n. You're fine," Scarlett soothes, mindlessly tracing random shapes into Y/N's bare back. It's then that Scarlett realizes Y/n is shirtless (she's wearing a sports bra), and she half-heartedly wonders where her shirt went.

"Hhh," Y/n breathes out, finally lifting her head from between her legs.

Scarlett pulls Y/n into her chest, Y/n gratefully snuggling into her, chest heaving with deep breaths.

"Calm down, love," Scarlett's cheeks heat up when she realizes that she just called her best friend 'love'. She figures Y/n didn't notice, but if she did, she doesn't say anything.

"I don't feel well, Scar," Y/n mumbles, her words muffled in Scarlett's shirt.

"Where'd your shirt go, Y/n? You must be freezing."

Y/n shakes her head. "Woke up in the middle of the n-night. Was sweating."

"Must be your fever messin' with you," Scarlett decides.

Y/n doesn't say anything, not wanting to speak considering it felt like her throat was on fire.

"What can I do for you?" Scarlett asks, feeling completely helpless.

Y/n shrugs.

"Think 'm just gonna go take a bath."

Scarlett's lips curl into a small smile at Y/n's cuteness. "Don't worry about it. I'll get it ready for you."

Y/n  would be lying if she said she didn't enjoy Scarlett doting over her. It makes her feel loved and safe, so she lets Scarlett draw her a bath while she stays sat on the sofa, attempting to keep her coughs and sniffles under control.

About five minutes later, Scarlett saunters back into the lounge where Y/n is sitting up, blowing her nose in a tissue, leaving it bright pink and irritated. Scarlett juts out her bottom lip dramatically at Y/n. 

Y/n just closes her eyes, sniffling exhaustedly. Scarlett walks to Y/n, and squats in front of the sofa, taking Y/n's hand in her own. 

"The bath's all set." Y/n doesn't respond, she just stands up from the loveseat, her knees feeling like jelly, swaying on her feet. Bringing one hand up to pinch the bridge of her nose, she grabs onto the nearest thing, which just so happens to be Scarlett's shoulder, with her other hand so she won't fall onto her face. If she wasn't feeling so shitty, she'd definitely be blushing right now. 

 Scarlett swiftly stands from her crouched position and grabs Y/n's shoulders, steadying her as best she could. "Woah, Y/n. Be careful." 

 "I...I don't think I c-can do it," Y/n rasps out, still clinging onto her roommate. "C'mon, I've got you," Scarlett  whispers and helps Y/n stumble to the bathroom. With minimal falters in her walk, the two enter the toilet. 

Even as poorly as she feels, Y/n can't help but smile when she sees Scarlett had drawn her a lovely bath with bubbles practically flowing over the edge, and her favorite floral scented candle is burning on the small table next to the sink.