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Caretaker!Danny for sick S/O

Word count: 1.295

Last updated: 08-04-2023

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'Hi, how did you sleep?' Danny asks you, seeing that you have finally moved and opened your eyes. You have been sick since early this morning and Danny has been quite worried about you. Unfortunately, he did have to get some work done in his office so he couldn't keep an eye on you the whole morning. But his worries were gone as soon as he saw you asleep on the bed (finally). 'Hmm. What time is it?' you ask him, eyes half opened. You still feel very tired and sick but the sleep did help you a little. You started feeling sick late last night, managed to get some hours of sleep then, but ever since midnight you've been awake. Feeling too sick to fall asleep. Before Danny had to get up for work things, he had you cuddled up against him which managed to help you fall asleep for a few hours. '11 am. You managed to sleep a good long while,' he tells you. He sits down on the bed next to you. A worried look on his face. 'Ah, good.' You let out a yawn. You have trouble keeping your eyes open, despite feeling good after the few hours of sleep you managed to get in. You try to sit up but give up soon after trying, feeling too dizzy. 

Danny watches you attempting to sit up. 'Feel any better?' he asks. You shrug your shoulders. 'A little. Very hot,' you reply. Maybe it was not such a good idea to lay beneath such thick blankets in a sweater. 'Well, white paint has more color than your face.' You hear Danny say. You just stare at him, not having the energy to laugh or reply other than a simple 'Rude.' Danny gives you a small smile. 'Come here, let me feel,' he says, reaching over to touch your forehead and cheeks.  'Holy shit, you are burning up, sweetheart!' It does not really come as a surprise to you. You have been feeling quite but and cold at the same time, shivering even though you're dressed very warm and have multiple blankets on top of you. 'Hmm. Fever, great...' you mutter. You're kind of lucky you did get sick on a day you need to work, but being sick on the only few days off you have is also not really how you wanted to spend them... Especially not with a fever that makes you feel this tired and weak. 'Do you want something to eat now? You haven't had anything today,' Danny suggest. He looks over to the glass next to you. He got you some tea earlier this morning but it has cooled down in the time you were sleeping so you also haven't really had anything to drink yet. 'Yes, maybe something small.' He nods his head. 'Would you like some soup? Think we still have some. Or a cracker?' You move to lay on your back, pushing the blankets off of you before you reply. 'Cracker would be better, don't want hot soup now,' you tell him. 'OK. Let me get you something. I'll be back in a little bit. Try and sit up for me, ok?' He gives you a careful head pat before he gets up to leave the room. 'I'll try.'

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'Baby?' You hear Danny's voice. You open your eyes and do your best to turn around towards him. Trying to sit up did not go so well. Or more like, it didn't happen because somehow you fell asleep again. You rub your eyes, trying to feel a little more awake. 'Hi, looks like you fell asleep again. Are you that tired?' Danny asks you. He walks further in the room and sets down a plate with things on it on the nightstand. 'Don't know. Just don't feel good,' you tell him. You let out another yawn before trying to sit up in the bed. Hopefully this time it will go better than the last. You take it slow and sit up, moving yourself backwards to lean against the headboard. You feel a little dizzy from moving so quickly after laying down the whole morning. You  take a deep breath and close your eyes. 'Hmm. I have some crackers for you here. And some water and tea, not too hot anymore,' Danny tells you, pointing over to the nightstand when you open your eyes again. 'Thank you.' He nods his head. He looks a little worried after watching you try and sit up again. 'You have to drink something, OK? No arguing with me,' he tells you. He grabs the glass of water from the nightstand and holds it in front of you, motioning for you to grab it. You sigh. 'I'll try,' you tell him and grab the glass. 'No trying, just do it.' You give him a look before taking a sip. 'You're going to give me a headache.' 'Here,' Danny says. He leans over to give you a kiss on your forehead. 'All better now.' 

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'Fascinating how much you can sleep when you're sick.' Danny has opted for taking his laptop from his office into the bedroom to keep an eye on you. You are feeling a little better after managing to get some sleep but you're still very tired and weak. You've had some of the crackers Danny had brought you earlier and finished the tea and water. 'Feel a little beter at least,' you tell him. You've changed out of your hoodie into a shirt and have pushed all the layers of blankets off of you. 'Good, your face also looks a bit better, which isn't really that difficult. You were so warm but your face was so white it was kind of scary honestly. I don't like it when you are sick, baby.' You shrug your shoulders. You're happy Danny could stay home today but also feel kind of bad he has been worrying about you so much today. You are not that sick, you just feel very weak and have barely eaten anything, but apart from that you're doing OK. 'Hmm, hopefully after some more eating and sleeping I'll feel better tomorrow,' you tell him. You reach over to the nightstand to get the glass, needing to drink some more. 'And some really good Danny cuddles. They'll make you feel all better!' Danny tells you excitedly. Since he has been working most of the day, he wasn't able to cuddle you, so he has been missing out on them. 'Let's hope so.'

'Let me give you some head scratches or a massage or something.' He sets his laptop to the side and gets on the bed with you. 'I'd rather you get me the soup you were talking about earlier,' you tell him, giving him a sweet smile to try and bribe him into walking to the kitchen again for you. Instead, you are met with a nervous looking Danny. 'Oh... I, uh, ate that. Sorry...' he mutters. You open your mouth in fake shock. 'Stealing soup from a sick person, how rude can one get?' you tell him. Danny throws his arms in defence. 'You said you didn't want it!' You roll your eyes and respond. 'This morning...' 'I don't think we have any more. Sorry. Do you need me to get you some more? I can go to the store,' he tells you. But by the look on his face, you can tell he is going for you to say no because he does not want to leave the house at all. 'No, I need you to stay here and cuddle me. I'll eat something else later.'  You open your arms, motioning for Danny to get closer to you. 'I'll cook you something,' he says. 'You better. Soup stealer.'