Dusty (Tom Hiddleston /Reader)

Sick Mr. Hiddleston

After leaving to go back to the US for a week to see my family I returned to work. I walked in to be greeted by a brown cocker spaniel.

I don't remember Mr. Hiddleston having a dog?

I pet the excited puppy then began my work. The bottom floor was almost finished when I heard an awful coughing sound upstairs.

Oh no! I hope I didn't get my days wrong.

I panicked picking up my phone to check the date.

He is supposed to be gone! Should I ask to clean around him? That's awkward.

Im at war with myself when I hear the dog bark in a panic and the sound of someone throwing up. I rush upstairs to see if what's the matter. Mr. Hiddleston's bedroom door is open and I see the puppy going ballistic in the darkroom whining and pawing at the bed.

"Come here puppy get out of there," I whisper.

The dog wines I peek inside and see Tom laying on the bed covered in thousands of blankets. The dog lets out a loud bark and Tom moans

"Please Bobby, my head is pounding." He says in a miserable voice.

I look at his tired body start to get up

"You need to go outside?" He asks him.

"Don't worry I'll let him out," I say making Tom jump wondering where the voice came from.

"Sorry Mr. Hiddileston, I didn't mean to surprise you."

The man rubs his red-rimmed eyes.
"Mr. Hiddleston makes me feel like I'm on an interview, call me Tom." I smile at his groggy voice

"Are you ok Tom?"
A laugh escaped him

"Ehaha, I feel like crap. I have not had the flu this bad, since I was nine."

I start to walk out "Get some rest, I hope you feel better."

I say as I start to shut the door when Tom starts coughing and getting sick. I rush to the side of his bed where he is hanging his head into a bucket. Out of some weird instinct, I start rubbing circles in his back.

"You're ok, get it all out."
I mimic what my mother used to say to me.

After his stomach was empty I grab a glass of water by his bed and hand it to him. His eyes filled with tears as he takes the glass from my hand. Tom lays back into the comfort of his many blankets.
I put the back of my hand to his forehead. One of his eyebrows goes up and a questioning expression comes over his face.

"Your burning up. Do you have a thermometer? " I ask.

He points to the master bath

"in the cabinet." He says in a hoarse voice.

I run over in the bathroom and retrieve the thermometer. Handing it to Tom, he puts it under his tongue and gives me an odd expression as I sit on the bed.

"What are you doing?" He asks with his mouth full.

"Can you please not talk. I need an accurate reading."

He smiles and shakes his head.
After a minute I check his temp

"Ok, you have a fever, you need medicine and sleep."

I see him roll his baby blue eyes and butterflies go crazy in my stomach.

"I wish I could sleep." He whines.

I immediately feel like an intruder.

"Im sorry, I'll finish my work and go."

He looks shocked and sad. "Please forgive me, I didn't mean you were the one keeping me up. I just feel miserable." He says.

"Still, I'll get my work done and hopefully you can try to get some rest. Oh,and where is your cold medicine?" I question.

He let's out a giggle "I was not planning on becoming ill, so I don't have any."

I shake my head " I'll run and get you some."

"No, you don't have trouble yourself" Tom says.

"Its no trubble Mr. Hidd....Tom. I'll be back with it, then get back to dusting, and if you want I can bring you some movies you can watch as you get better."

He gave a weak laugh.
"Thanks Dusty."