Jack Dawkins One Shots

Magic Words

I made my way up the stairs holding my white apron and grey skirt as I walked, I reached the little wooden door and popped inside without much of a word. I smiled as I shut the door behind me and headed inside the room, picking up clothes and such on my way, I sorted things around the room seeing his body still deep in sleep.

The sound of me in his room forced a groan from his lips as he turned over to face the wall, I smiled and headed over,

"Doctor Dawkins?" I whispered trying to raise him as sweetly as I could,

"Ugh... Yes?" He groaned his voice scratchy and horse as he moved to his back only just opening his eyes,

"Is everything alright? I know it's your day off but you're not usually in bed so late?" I smiled,

"...I'm alright," He groaned, "Just tried. I haven't been sleeping very well."

"Ohh you poor thing," I cooed, "Is there anything I can do to help Doctor Dawkins?"

"...Not that I can think of Y/n..." He groaned, "What time is it anyway?"

"...It's half past two Doctor Dawkins," I answered sheepishly,

He groaned and pulled the covers over his blonde head, "Of course it is. My one day off and I spent all of it in bloody bed."

I giggled a little and perched myself on his metal-framed bed I gently tugged the covers down to see his sleepy face, I leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to his warm forehead, "There? Does that help?"

His face reads of surprise even in his exhaustion, "Uuhhh..." was all that arrived at his mouth, "I uhh... Yes, that helps."

"I'm glad it helps," I smiled, "Anything else I can do to help?"

"Hmm..." He pondered, "Could you come a little closer?"

I smiled and nodded, I moved to fully sit on his bed and rested my hand in his hair. I stroked his soft blonde locks and loomed over him to block the sun from the window from reaching his eyes, He seemed to melt with a sweet smile enjoying my gentle pets,

"Why are you so nice to me?" He almost whispered,

"You're easy to be nice to," I shrugged, "You're sweet, kind, caring, handsome, smart. Why wouldn't I be nice to you?"

"You know you don't have to be, most of the other nurses treat me like shit."

"I know,"

"Thank you, Y/n,"

"You're very welcome," I smiled,

"You think... I could get a bit more sleep?"

"If you'd like, you get some more rest." I smiled as I gave his forehead another kiss,

He smiled and sighed wiggling himself to get cosy to sleep again, "Thank you,"

I didn't speak I just tucked the covers around him and let him slip back into sleep, once he was sleeping again I carried on cleaning up his room making the place look decent, every so often he would twitch or turn over but not much more, until I heard him speak up his voice still tried and horse, "Hi,"

"Hello there Doctor Dawkins, Did you have a nice little sleep?"

"No... I did not."

"Ohh dear,"

"It's fine," He sighed,

I went over and sat beside him again, "You sure? You don't want me to call someone to come see if you're getting sick?"

"I'm just still feeling tired, it's no big deal, Y/n, I'm probably just in sleep debt where I haven't been sleeping,"

"Is there anything I can do to help? Anything at all?" I offered, "I could go run you a nice steamy bath? I could make you some yummy scrambled eggs? I could go get you some medicine?"