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summary: reader takes care of a very sick Peter. lots of soft things and a disoriented Peter. does discuss getting sick though.
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"Pete... you really shouldn't be up."
My heart dropped when Peter's bloodshot and puffy eyes met mine.
"Can't sleep," He nasally mumbled. "It's too hot."
I walked up to him and placed my hand on his forehead. His eyes closed and he leaned into my touch.
My big baby.
"Yeah. You're burning up," I frowned. I moved my hand and he almost stumbled forward. I grabbed his shoulders to steady him. "Come on. Back to bed."
Reluctantly, he let me lead him back to the bedroom. He didn't have the energy to fight me about it anyway.
Once we made it back to the room, I made sure he was comfortable in bed and tucked in. He laid there for maybe three minutes while I was checking his fan before he sat up again.
This time he looked pale and his eyes were blown wide open. He gagged and immediately stumbled to his feet and took off down the hall to the bathroom.
I heard him throwing up from across the house and I cringed. No one likes getting sick. Everyone hates it. But it affects Peter a little worse than most.
Something in his head switches whenever his body temperature hits any higher than 100°. He becomes disoriented and goes all soft. He needs me to baby him and be gentle with him.
It's never bothered me. In fact, I'd be lying if I said I didn't like taking care of him like this. Being around him when he goes all soft like he is.
I think it's because of his occupation he's so used to being the big tough guy. He doesn't give himself breaks and he doesn't let me take care of him much.
So when he's sick and needs me to be here for him, it's something I love doing and would do over and over in a heartbeat. I just wish it wouldn't mean he was sick.
Once I'd noticed he'd been in the bathroom for longer than usual, I made my way down the hall to check on him.
I poked my head into the door and frowned. He's asleep. On the floor. In the middle of the bathroom.
I flushed away his sick and leaned down to pet his hair. "Peter... come on, bub. Your bed is a lot more comfortable I promise."
He didn't wake up right away which was alarming. So I gently shook his shoulder. "Pete, come on. You can't sleep here, you'll be all sore in the morning and you don't need any extra pain right now."
His eyes fluttered open and he groaned painfully. It hurt my heart but I helped him up and back to his bed. I tucked him in once again and this time told him I was going to get some medicine for him downstairs.
