Miguel O'Hara Oneshots

SICK DAY

*Miguel taking care of you!

YOU NEVER WOKE UP IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT.

Not when you slept next to Miguel. He was just so comfortable. His body was so large that it felt like sleeping in the arms of a warm bear, and you had grown used to it. 

That's why you were surprised when you sat straight up at 2:01 AM, covered in sweat. Miguel's arms, sensing your absence, reached out for you in the dark, and he mumbled something in Spanish.

In a matter of seconds, you ripped the covers off of you, sprinted towards the bathroom, and kneeled over the toilet, throwing up your guts. You felt Miguel behind you, rubbing your back and holding up your hair. 

"Jesus," he muttered when you were still throwing up after three minutes. You finally stopped, leaning against Miguel, who had situated himself on the floor, and he helped you lay on him, pressing the back of his hand to your forehead. You felt faint and dizzy, and you wanted to sleep again, but you suddenly had a very bad migraine. 

"It hurts," you whined, and Miguel brushed his hands through your hair, making soothing sounds. He was good at this; comforting you. He brought you back to the bed and stayed awake with you the whole night, fetching you pain medicine and gatorade when you needed it and otherwise just being there. You had to run to the bathroom multiple more times that night, and he still rushed to hold your hair. 

In the morning, when the sun finally started to rise, you tried to push him off of you, urging him to go to work. But when he curtly refused, you looked at him in shock.

Miguel had never missed work, ever. He didn't get sick, because of his extra-strong immune system. He was the type of person who rolled his eyes when people said they had to miss work for whatever reason, because he couldn't imagine any reason that was good enough for them to skip even just a day. 

You knew that if Miguel missed a day, the many people who he had chastised for their tardiness would beat him up (not literally, but he would definitely hear about it). You really wanted him to go to work for that reason, but he absolutely turned you down and stayed by your side. It was a nice gesture, but you couldn't register it very well because you felt like you were going to pass out.

Miguel took you to the living room and laid you on the couch while he made breakfast, and you watched some Modern Family while you sipped orange gatorade, both you and Miguel's favorite flavor. 

He brought you blueberry-banana pancakes and promised you he would be back right after he checked in at the Spider Society. And then he kissed you on the forehead, gave you a little bit of a concerned glance when you passed out immediately, and jumped out the window, swinging through the city as quickly as possible. 

He walked into HQ, cringing as he thought of the best way to deliver the news. A couple (a lot) of people said hi to him, and he gave them curt nods. All he needed to do was talk to the Select Team and get someone to help him out with his anomaly cases.

Simple, right?

He entered the meeting room, which was where his platform was, and found the rest of the Select Team standing around a table and chatting comfortably. He took a deep breath and walked over.

"Miguel! You're here later than usual--" Gwen started, but Miguel cut her off.

"I won't be able to stay today," he said.

Their faces dropped.

"I'm sorry, what?" Jess said, looking shocked. 

"Yeah, I don't think I heard you right," Hobie said, narrowing his eyes.

Miguel sighed, massaging his nose. 

"I-I just came to clear my schedule."

"Shut. Up." Miles' mouth was hanging open. 

"Well, at least tell us why you aren't gonna be here, man," Hobie said. 

"Why do you care?"

"Um, because you've never missed a day in your life? This has got to be something important."

Miguel paused, looking at Hobie. He cleared his throat. 

"Y/n's sick," he murmured.

"WHAT?"

"Y/n's sick!" 

They burst into laughter.

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Short chapter! Nice and fluffy, super cute. Love love love caring Miguel omg