♡Jirsty Oneshots♡

Cough Syrup Won't Help

Disclaimer: I am not an expert on procedures for treating some uncommon symptoms as the NHS website etc don't care to show every procedure, and I'm not clear on the terms of GPs so forgive me if I get anything wrong. Enjoy x
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Jack's POV:
It was a quiet evening, my and Kirsty were snuggled up on the sofa with Vogue asleep on my lap. The Breakfast Club was on telly so we decided to have a little movie night, I felt Kirsty shiver up next to me.

"You cold, Bubs?" I asked her as I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and rubbed her arm, she nodded and laid her head against my shoulder. I grabbed the throw blanket that was on the arm of the sofa.

"Do you want to be a sushi roll?" I asked her, she nodded again with a smile. I smiled too as I wrapped her up in the blanket, she looked so cosy and adorable.

"There you go, nice and warm?" I asked her.

"Yeah." She replied, her voice sounded kinda raspy to me. Maybe it was because she was tired. We continued watching the film, I looked at the clock and predicted the time of the next advert break which should be very soon. I think I might get some snacks. Kirsty coughed a few times with her mouth closed, as if she was trying to clear her throat. I thought nothing of it and kept my eyes on the screen, that was before I heard her have proper fat coughs. Strong hacking coughs that shook her body, she coughed into her closed fist, spluttering at times.

"Woah, Kirsty. Are you okay?" I asked as I rubbed her back, small circles until her coughs subsided. She grabbed a tissue and spat phlegm into it before chucking it in the waste basket.

"I'm fine *cough cough* just choking and a bit *cough* phlegmy." She said, at that moment the film went to advert break.

"Do you want me to make you some peppermint tea or something, to loosen your phlegm?" I asked her, I was going to get myself some num nums anyway.

"That *cough* would be great." She said with a weak smile as she hunched her legs up in the sofa and pulled a sleepy Vogue into her arms.

"Okay, I'll be back in a minute." I said before turning towards the kitchen, I hoped that Kirsty was just a bit phlegmy and not getting sick. She absolutely hates being unwell. I made her a nice cup of peppermint tea and I got some cookies for us to share, I got back to the sofa and saw that Vogue had now decided to sleep in her doggie bed so I had Kirsty all to myself. I passed her the mug and put the plate of cookies on the coffee table, in perfect timing too as the adverts came to a close. Kirsty drank all her tea and laid down between my legs and lying across my torso, I stroked her soft hair as we watched the movie. She was still coughing quite frequently, her coughs were chesty and wet I had noticed. I could still feel her shivering despite being cocooned in a blankie and having me as a source of heat. The movie ended and I turned the television off, me and Kirsty just laid on the sofa for a while. She started having another full on coughing fit, I sat up and put my hand under her top and rubbed her bare back. She shivered to my touch, I could feel her skin was warm.

"Squish, I think you might be getting sick." I said empathetically as she came to the end of the fit, again she spat phlegm into a tissue and chucked it away.

"Eh, it's probably just the *cough cough* change of season. It's nothing." She said leaning back into me, I put my hand on her forehead before gently caressing her cheeks.

"You feel warm, Kirsty." I told her.

"Do I?" She asked as she felt her own face, I think she was trying to deny how she felt.

"I'm always a little warm during *cough* the evening, like I said it is probably the change of season making *cough cough* me a bit ill." She told me, I didn't know whether to believe her. All that aside, I put on some sweatpants and a hoodie and got into bed with Kirsty who was in her pyjamas pretty much all afternoon. She crawled over to the middle of the bed, where we normally both end up, I wrapped my arms around her back and kissed her head.