Metallica one shots and headcannons

Sick in his arms 💞 (Jason Newsted one shot)

You're sick and Jason takes care of you

---------------------------------------------------------------------------

I feel awful. My head is pounding, my body aches, and despite the layers of blankets I'm wrapped in, I can't stop shivering. The weight of exhaustion is pressing down on me, and it's taking everything in me to curl up and completely disappear into the coach. I glance at the clock, waiting for Jason to come home. I just need him. His voice, his touch, anything to make me feel better. The thought of him being here already makes me feel a little warmer. Finally, I hear the front door creak open, and I can't help but smile, despite the haze of sickness. But what mattered the most, is that he's here now. "Babe, I'm home!" His voice echoed through the apartment, and I try to sit up to respond, but my limbs feel to heavy. I don't have even the energy to do much more than blink, so I wait for him to find me.

 The moment he steps into the living room and sees me curled up like this, his smile fades, replaced by a wortied frown. He crosses the room quickly and kneels beside me, his hand gently brushing my hair away from my face. I lean into his touch, the coolness of his fingers a relief against my burning skin. "Hey, what's up with you?" He asks softly, his thumb lightly tracing my cheek. "I think I'm sick..." My voice is weak but I manage to offer him a smile. His hand presses against my forehead, and I see his expression change immediately. "You're burning up." Before I can say anything else, he's already up and moving. I watch him disappear into the kitchen, the sound of cupboards opening and closing faint in my ears. I close my eyes for a moment, too tired to move, but then I hear him returning. He sits beside me again, a cool washcloth in one hand and a glass of water in the other. He presses the cloth gently to my forehead, and I sight in relief, the coolness easing some of the pressure in my head.

 "Here love, drink this." He holds the glass to my lips, and I take a few sips. I sink back into the couch, pulling the blanket tighter around me as he sits down next to me. His hand rests on my knee though the blanket, his thumb making slow circles as he watches me with concern. "You should've told me you're weren't feeling well," he says softly, his brow still furrowed. "I would've come home sooner." I try to give him a reassuring smile, even though my body feels like it's on fire. "I didn't want to bother you... It's just a fever." He leans in and presses a soft kiss to my temple, his lips lingering for a moment longer than usual. "You've never a bother to me. You're the more important than everything." The warmth of his kiss sends a rush of comfort through me, more soothing than any medicine could be. I close my eyes, feeling the tension in my body start to ease, if only a little.

 He moves quietly, adjusting the pillows behind me to make sure I'm comfortable. Then, without a word, he head back to the kitchen. I can hear him moving around, the faint sound of him humming to himself as he starts cooking. I smile to myself, knowing exactly what he's doing. A little while later, he comes back, balancing a bowl of steaming soup in his hands. He sits beside me and blows on a spoonful before offering it to me. I open my mouth, and the warm broth slides down my throat, comforting and familiar. "Than you," I whisper, taking another spoonful when he offers it. He feeds me slowly, patiently, and when I've had enough, he sets the bowl aside and pulls me closer into his arms. "Don't stay to close to me, you can get sick" I whisper. "I don't care. I want to stay beside you and confort you." He wraps the blanket tighter around me and tucks me into his chest. I rest my head against him, my body curling into the familiar warmth of his embrace. 

His chin tests on top of my head, and I can feel the steady rise and fall of his chest under my cheek. "I've got you," he whispers, he whispers, his voice soft soothing, like a lullaby. His hand strokes my back slowly, and the steady rhythm of his breathing begins to lull me into a comfortable haze. Even though my body aches and my head is heavy, there's something about being here, in his arms, that makes everything feel okay. The fever, the aches, the chills. They all seem to fade away when he holds me like this. He presses a gentle kiss to my forehead, his lips warm against my skin. "Get some rest. I'm not going anywhere." I close my eyes, letting his heartbeat and the warmth of his body lull me into sleep. And as I drift off, all I can think is how lucky I am to have him, someone who makes even the worst days feel a little brighter just being here, in his arms.