Time in a Tree (All Might x Reader)

Ill

Your eyes peeled open for just a second, the night sky zooming overhead. Wait no. That's... 

He had you. Might had wrapped you in his coat as he leapt from rooftop to rooftop. Mind absolutely racing. Conflicted on wrapping you because of the blatant fever you were running or leaving you as is and risking the cold air making you more ill. Damned if he did, damned if he didn't, but he warmed you anyway. He had something to bring that fever down, the only issue was its location. 

Might landed, looking down at the apartment complex across the street. She shouldn't be home. He tried in vain to remember the troupe schedule, glancing down at you, beads of sweat covering your forehead. Just...stay asleep. He covered your face, gathering you into one arm and leapt down.

Quietly entering the dark home, he listened for movement.

Nothing.

She's not here. He shuffled down the hall and into the bathroom, opening the medicine cabinet. "What are you doing?" The lights flipped on. Bianca stood in the doorway. Arms wrapped tightly around her waist, keeping her robe closed. "I thought I left something here, but I guess I've misplaced it."

"What are you holding?" She stepped forward. "Nothing." Might held you closer. "Right." She pursed her lips and nodded, moving out of the way. Might slid by, maneuvering down the now dimly lit hall to the door. "You don't even want to talk?" She called behind him. "N-"

You sneezed. Well, it didn't sound like one. It was more of a squeal followed by a whimper. Might, with his back still to Bianca, peaked in on you quickly. Still out. "So that's it? You ran off and got some mangy stray to replace me?" She scoffed, his eyes glaring daggers over his shoulder. "And somehow you've forgotten our dog died and came digging for his medication." Bianca through her hands up in defeat. "That's rich." She turned on her heel, heading to her room. "Goodnight." She hit the lights."Let yourself out, as always."

That was less painful than expected. Back in the air, Might made a call. "Ito! Sorry to wake you. Mind doing a house call? I've got a sick friend." The doctor on the other end simply said he was on the way.

Soon after Might landed on the balcony of his home, the doorbell came ringing. That was fast. He moved quickly, opening the front door, the doctor immediately barging in. "Where are they?" His rust colored hair disheveled and the first thing he found to wear thrown on, he scanned the room for you.

The grip on his medical bags gripped tightened. "She's right here, Ito." He turned, Might exposed your face slowly. You were pouring down in sweat and breathing a little too fast for comfort. Ito leaned in and took a sniff, recoiling immediately.

"She's got pneumonia, go lie her down." He dug through one of his bags as he followed Might to a bedroom. "Take two of these or you'll catch it." Ito pulled out a pill bottle, holding it out as Might lied you down. "Than-"

"Yeah, I know." He nudged Might out of the way.

"How long have you known each other?" Gentle, gloved hands tended to your lip as you lied still unconscious, Ito glanced over at Might. "A few months now." Might answered, watching every move the physician made from a distance. "A few months? Isn't that how long it usually takes you to give out your number? You must like this one." He teased. "Hm." Might declined to comment, his phone beginning to ring. "It's the chief-."

"We'll be here." Ito nodded, moving to take your temperature for the second time that night. He sighed at the results. "He's playing a dangerous game."

Coming into the kitchen, Might was seen nodding while listening to the police chief speak. As he did, the in-house dug through one of his bags pulling out another magic bottle of meds. "Alright, I understand. Thank you." Might hung up, the physician coming up to him. 

"You should've taken her to a hospital." Ito stood on the other side of the kitchen's bar, setting the bottle down. "This is for the pain, the nausea, and the fever." He tapped on the cap repeatedly. "She needs to take this as soon as she wakes up. If she can't keep it down she needs to go to the emergency room." He stressed every syllable. "Make sure she eats something, you don't have to be a doctor to see she hasn't eaten a proper meal in God knows how long. Blatant signs of stress and fatigue. It's just a mess." He shook his head. "How often do you see her?"

"Not at all the past two weeks but I could tell she was tired, she works frequently and a lot of late nights." Might had braced himself on the counter, watching the doctor from the other side of the bar. "No, she's exhausted." Ito pinched the bridge of his nose. "Look, she needs to rest for no less than a week. Can you make sure that happens? If not take her to the ER now-"

"I can. Thank you, Ito." Might tried to smile, rubbing the back of his neck .

"Update me when you have the chance. Bring her to my hospital if you need to."