Supergirl Oneshots/Imagines

Baby!Danvers Reader - Night Terrors

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Prompt: Can you do a oneshot teenage b!d has had to move in with her sisters after Eliza's death, and a few months later ends up getting extremely sick and needs her tonsils removed. While her sisters are taking care of her she keeps having fever dreams about her mother's death, and confesses her guilt about how she feels like its her fault.

warnings: death

After getting your tonsils out, the last thing you needed was to be reminded of your mother passing away.

Her death had hit you and your big sisters hard, but it seemed the worst for you.

You moved in with Alex the day after it happened, and had already lived in National City with your sisters and their friends for six months.

To mark that six month period, you got your tonsils out. After having tonsillitis for way too long, Alex took you to the doctor and you ended up having to get your tonsils removed.

It obviously wasn't very fun, but you luckily had Kara and Alex to take care of you and make you feel better.

The only good thing about the timing of your tonsillitis was that it was summer, so you didn't have to go to school and you could stay at home and recover for as long as you needed to. (This wasn't what you thought was a good thing, you would've much rather have done something fun instead of having tonsillitis, but Alex managed to convince you that it was better this way and as she put it, "You would've had a shit ton of make-up work to do when you got back to school, kiddo.")

According to google, it wasn't uncommon to still have a fever after getting your tonsils out. It was supposed to last a few nights, which you were fine with, as long as it went away quickly.

After your tonsillectomy, you woke up in the middle of the night from a fever dream, shivering profusely.

The dream was disturbing and terrifying, more of a nightmare really, (that's what fever dreams were, after all) and they reminded you of the way your mother died.

You covered yourself more with the comforter and closed your eyes tightly trying to fall back asleep.

When you woke up again in the morning, you were relieved the dream didn't continue.

It was beginning to seem like every time you took a nap or slept you were having another fever dream, all about your mom, but different in little ways.

It was driving you insane. Each nightmare seemed to get worse and more realistic, and you were starting to wake up crying.

You thought of going to Alex's room. You knew she wouldn't mind but you just couldn't do it.

Kara came over every day and spent a few hours with you just to make sure you were doing okay.

It had been half a week since your surgery and your throat was feeling a lot better but your fever hadn't budged below a low grade fever, so you were stuck with those fever dreams.

Each day it seemed like you had gotten more upset or just less like yourself.

Kara and Alex noticed. They didn't say anything but when they came into your room to give you a snack two or three hours after breakfast, they brought you your favorite ice cream in a large tub with three spoons, handing you one while they kept the others for themselves.

Kara moved to sit on one side of you and Alex sat on the other so you were sandwiched between them.

"We thought you might want some ice cream," Alex smiled, digging her spoon into the tub and starting to eat some of it.

"Thank you," You said hoarsely, actually really relieved because the cold of the ice cream was soothing your throat.

"You up to watching a movie?" She put her arm around you, pulling you against her and you closed your eyes for a few seconds, sighing softly, letting yourself sink into her before nodding your head.

Alex kissed the top of your head and grabbed the remote beside her and flicked on the tv that was hanging on the wall while Kara moved to hold your free hand.

You squeezed her hand softly and opened your eyes to look at her.

She offered you a reassuring smile and began to rub your knuckles with the pad of her thumb.

You looked over to what Alex was putting on and smiled when you recognized your favorite movie on the screen, "I'm glad I'm not contagious anymore."

Alex chuckled, "Me too."

"You guys give great hugs," You quipped, eating another spoonful of ice cream.

The ice cream only lasted ten minutes into the movie, you guys had already finished all of it before the plot had even started to get good, but neither of the three of you wanted more, so it didn't really matter.

You ended up getting a bit too comfortable wedged between your big sisters and drifted off to sleep.

They didn't think much of it and let you sleep, knowing that you weren't feeling your best and thinking that sleep would help you.

Sleep did not, in fact, help you.

Another nightmare about your mom.

Luckily, Kara and Alex woke you up before it could get too bad.

They seemed really scared and you began to feel guiltier than you already were for alarming them.

You brushed away the tears you had running down your cheeks and blinked away the others threatening to fall.

"I'm fine, just don't -"

"You aren't fine, (y/n/n). You started screaming for mom and you woke up crying," Kara said, wearing the Danvers Crinkle just like Alex did.

"It's nothing I've just been having fever dreams since my tonsillectomy about the whole thing," You shrugged, looking up at the ceiling, not really wanting to look at Kara or Alex.

"Why didn't you tell us, honey?" Alex sounded really sad, and your stomach churned.

"Because it's my fault, okay?" You almost snapped at her, but you didn't, and you were really glad you hadn't because that was the last thing she deserved.

"What's your fault?"

"Alex I - I was there, you know that. I waited to long to call you and I should've called faster and because I waited to long it just, I couldn't move, Al - I was panicking and I didn't know what to do. I'm so sorry, guys. I didn't mean to," You sobbed into the soft material of Kara's sweater and held her hand tightly as Alex shifted on the bed so she could sit in front of you.

"(Y/n y/m/n) Danvers. Listen to me and remember when I tell you that nothing that happened that night was your fault. Absolutely nothing. I know this might not make you feel better, but even if you had called five minutes earlier, mom would have still passed while Kara and I were flying over here. We all knew she was epileptic and if she found out that you've been blaming this on yourself, she'd come right down here and kick your ass herself," Alex took your hand and squeezed it tightly, as her eyes started to water.

"I'm sorry you had to be there when it happened, honey."

You nodded your head and Kara rubbed your arm.

The three of you were crying, but it was clear your big sisters were trying to keep themselves together for you.

Once you'd all calmed down you felt a little better. Not by much, but you were glad you'd finally told your sisters how you felt.

"Thank you guys. I love you so much," You smiled sadly.

"We love you too, (y/n/n)," Kara kissed your temple.

"You feel up to finishing that movie, bub?" Alex went back to her seat next to you and put her arm around your waist.

You nodded and chuckled softly.

You were safe. Everything was okay. Even if it was just for a little bit.