Trauma At Its Finest (Lip Gallagher X Male Reader)

Ch 5. Caregiving The Gallaghers

A new day arrives for the Gallaghers, and as usual, chaos ensues. Only one person notices from the start that things aren't looking right. The entire family, except for Fiona, is eating breakfast. At first, they don't think anything of it. After a few minutes, someone finally speaks up about their sister's absence.

"Is Fiona still sleeping?" Debbie asks.

"She has work in about an hour." Lip points out. Fiona usually wakes up early to start her day. Everyone finds her absence unusual. "Maybe her alarm died?" Lip stands up and heads upstairs, wanting to check on his sister.

Once upstairs, he reaches Fiona's room and steps inside, finding her lying in bed. Her eyes are closed, with dark circles beneath them, though she's awake. Her hair is a mess, and tissues are scattered around the bed.

"You're sick?" Lip asks, walking over and placing a hand on Fiona's forehead as she groans tiredly.

"I already called in sick..." Her voice sounds hoarse, and Lip guesses she caught the flu.

"Shit..." Lip mutters. Then he remembers Fiona needs to go to a parent-teacher meeting about Liam's performance. "What about Liam?"

Fiona groans as she remembers the meeting. "I'll go..." She tries to get up but quickly grabs a tissue to blow her nose.

Lip doubts she's well enough to go anywhere. "I can do it."

"You sure?"

"Yeah. I'll make sure everything's alright." Lip knows this isn't just about Liam; he also needs to clean, do laundry, and grocery shopping, at the very least. Knowing his family, he'll probably have to do even more. "I can handle it."

-

"You're taking too long!"

"Wait your ass! I was here first!"

From downstairs, Lip can hear Debbie and Carl arguing over who's hogging the bathroom. As the older brother tries to do the dishes, he attempts to keep the peace in the family.

"Debbie, hurry up! You're wasting the hot water!"

Meanwhile, Ian searches around the house, eventually entering the kitchen. "Have you seen my other shoe?"

"How should I know where your shoe is?" Lip responds with some sass. "Wait, how could you lose one of your shoes?"

Ian shrugs as he continues looking. "Mickey must have it..." he mutters.

Suddenly, a scream comes from Debbie upstairs, causing Lip to look even more tired.

"What the hell, Carl!?"

"Get out of the fucking bathroom!"

Lip lets out a weary groan. He turns to open the fridge, quickly grabs a can of beer, and, as he returns to the dishes, cracks it open and takes a quick sip, sighing in relief.

"I'm gonna need a lot more of this..."

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Back at the supermarket, Y/N is shopping for groceries, putting items in the cart. With a list on his phone, he moves from one aisle to another. As he rounds a corner, he almost crashes into another cart. After stopping, he realizes it's Lip.

"Oh, hey." Y/N's eyes land on the contents of Lip's cart, noticing several stacks of beer cans. "The daily?"

"Very funny." Lip responds sarcastically. "I'm gonna need it for today. Fiona's sick, and now I have to deal with everyone's shit." They continue moving around, both shopping while chatting.