chemical reaction | dr andre lee x reader

25 - sick

third person pov

"that's fucking disgusting."

y/n wiped her ever running nose with a crumpled tissue, flipping the mushroom off as she sniffed harshly. "fuck you."

"you're sick y/n, go home." reagan hummed as she strode into the room, slapping some papers on the table with a soft grunt.

"i'm not sick." y/n replied, voice nasal and clearly congested. "it's allergies."

"you're only allergic to cats and pollen, and there's neither here." andre spoke up, flashing her a grin as she glared. "yeah well, they're probably lingering from when i was outside."

"oh yeah? like three hours ago?"

"yeah."

"mhm?"

"fuck off." she muttered, stubbing her unfinished cigarette out with a short annoyed sigh.

"go home y/n." reagan spoke again, eyes meeting the others tired ones.

"i'm not fucking sick, leave me alone-" she stood, hands hastily and firmly planted onto the tabletop as she swayed imperceptibly on spot. andre quickly stood, eyes focused on the girl as she breathed steadily in and out until a loud sigh left her parted lips. "..i'm gonna go home. not because i'm sick." she added stubbornly, eyes looking up to glare at reagan who simply stood with a small amused smile. "i think that's a good idea."

"course you do.. bitch." y/n muttered in quiet response, flashing a small grin her way as her eyes met reagan's middle finger. andre stood beside the younger, hands in front of him, readying himself to catch her if the wavering feet somehow caused her to fall. she turned towards him, irritation radiating from her stubborn aura. "i'm fine, you dick. where are my keys?" she turned around to the table, eyes flicking to where andre had already snatched the car keys.

"as if you're driving like that. you'll be even worse than usual." he snorted as the biologist made a grab for the car keys.

"i'm a good driver, i get people there on time. give me back my fuckin keys."

"no, i'm driving. you're clearly gross and sick and have vertigo or something. so cmon, don't be stupid."

"i'm not stupid." y/n muttered, pushing her hands from the table with little effort and standing upright in front of the man with a triumphant smile. "see? no vertigo bitch." she took a proud step, though perhaps a bit too soon, as the world suddenly tilted on its side.

she jolted, stood straight once more as a hand pulled her up, met with the smug grin of her colleague. "see? vertigo bitch." an arm snaked around her waist as the other guided her own around his neck much to her discomfiture. the grip around her waist was firm, though almost tender in a sense, warm fingers brushing against the skin where her shirt had lifted slightly. her face tinted a gentle pink, eyes focusing on the ground as they moved out of the room and into the hallway. it felt almost familiar in a way. comfortable.

"y/n, you okay?"

her head finally lifted, eyes meeting the concerned eyes of another man. she nodded, offering a smile to her colleague. "yeah of course ronnie. just dizzy."

"she's sick." andre piped up, earning a sullen glare. "i'm not sick." she replied with a mutter.

ronnie laughed lightly. "whatever.. you can never admit when you're sick y/n. if you need anything call me alright?" he placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, gentle smile curling his lips up.

andres grip on the girls waist secured, hand tighter as his body stiffened. y/n noticed, though chose not to touch on the subject and instead smiled gently back to the bleach haired man. "thanks ron." she gave him a small wave as he walked away, andres eyes trailing after him in irritation.