Axel / Lea x Reader One Shots (Requests Open)

Fighting the Flu

 Ever hear the phrase: "I feel like a tractor-trailer ran me over"? Multiply that by three, and that's about how you felt right now.

What started off as a mild stomach ache a few days ago fully bloomed into the flu. At first, you thought it was just something bad you ate and passed it off as a twenty-four hour stomach bug, but when you woke up a second day feeling worse than ever, you knew instantly that wasn't the case. All the energy in your body was drained, leaving you confined to your bed for hours. Barely any food stayed in your system for long. You felt so cold that you were violently shaking despite the 101 degree fever you've been running for three days straight. What made matters worst was coming down with a cold on top of everything: stuffy, runny nose, terrible cough, the whole nine yards. Miserable didn't even begin to cover how lousy you felt.

Axel has been a godsend from the moment you fell ill. He made sure to keep you hydrated with plenty of water, fed you soup and crackers, and carried you to the bathroom when your vomiting spells hit. He even stayed home from his training sessions just to keep an eye on you, despite the fact that more than half the time you were asleep (or at least trying to sleep). Every few hours Axel would wake you up and give you some more water, a couple crackers to try and digest, and some medication he picked up from the pharmacy down the block. Compared to a couple days ago, you were definitely making some progress but not yet out of the woods.

You felt bad that Axel spent every night since you got sick on the couch, but you also didn't want him catching your illness. Honestly, it was a miracle he hasn't caught it yet since he's been cooped up in your tiny apartment this entire time. You could just picture his long legs hanging over the side of the small couch; he must have looked ridiculous and cute at the same time. If you had the energy, you would have giggled at the thought.

Dozing in and out of consciousness, you heard Axel rummaging through the medicine cabinet in the bathroom. A few more moments of silence passed until you felt a warm hand press up against your forehead. Stirring from slumber, you shifted your position until you were facing Axel.

"How do you feel, babe?"

"Same as before..." you mumbled.

"You're still really warm. Open up," Axel said as he placed the thermometer under your tongue. A few seconds later, the thermometer beeped softly, and Axel removed it from your mouth. "Still at 100. We gotta break this fever of yours."

You groaned in response, too exhausted to keep your eyes open. Axel handed you some water, which you reluctantly drank, and wrapped a third blanket around you like a cocoon. It didn't really do much difference for you as you were still shivering pretty badly. Unbuckling his belt and stripping down to his t-shirt and boxers, Axel climbed into bed next to you and spooned you close to him.

"What are you doing? You'll get sick," you whispered.

"Don't worry about me," he said softly. "Breaking your fever is most important right now. I'm going to try warming you up myself."

Cuddling up to him, you honestly weren't going to argue any further. The lack of physical contact over the last few days has been rough. You missed his arms around you every night, the feeling of his warm hands resting on your bare tummy soothing you into a deep slumber. His warmth enveloped you like a burrito, and soon enough the shivering started to subside and you once again drifted off into a deep sleep.

When you awoke again hours later, the room was completely dark. You were completely delirious from the heat combining with whatever medicine you were on that you couldn't tell if it was late at night or very early in the morning. Your entire body was drenched in sweat; your hair clung to your forehead and neck, and your long pajama t-shirt was soaked. Despite feeling grossed out, you actually felt a lot better for the first time.

Axel's arms were still wrapped around your torso, his chin resting on your shoulder and slept peacefully. Desperate to change out of your wet clothes, you gently unwrapped his arms from your stomach and carefully lifted yourself off the bed, your legs feeling like Jell-O from not walking in a good twenty-four hours. Stripping off your t-shirt, you jumped in the shower to rinse off the salty sweat from your body and rinse your hair with some shampoo.

Walking back into the bedroom, you quietly opened one of your dresser drawers to change into a new t-shirt. Your stomach grumbled for the first time, signaling your hunger.

"I heard that," Axel mumbled. He sat up in bed and gave you a sleepy smile. "Sounds like your getting your appetite back."

"I just hope I can keep it down," you laughed.

"Come lay back down, I'll go make you something," he said and patted your spot on the mattress next to him. Even though you've been laying down for days, your body still ached to be in bed. Climbing back in, Axel got up and gave you a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Thank you, Axel, for everything," you smiled.

"Hey, I'm always going to take care of my girl, got it memorized?"

You nodded as he turned to leave the room, but he suddenly stopped in the doorway. Before you could ask what he was doing, Axel let out not one, but three loud sneezes.

Oh, no...