Sick and Over It (buckyXreader)
The third day of waking up with a sore body and headache signals that this is no longer a cold, and intends to stay much longer than I’d like. After spending the morning moping around in bed I finally force myself into a warm shower before heading to the doctor’s office. A surprisingly short time later brings the diagnosis of a respiratory infection with a prescription of drugs and rest.
I roll my eyes to myself as I settle back into the car on my way to the pharmacy. A long line and many coughs later brings me to my bed, wrapped in several soft blankets and the remote in my hand in search of something to help the time pass quicker. Clearing my throat after more coughs brings a complaint from my lips aloud to no one but myself, “Fucking, shit! This is so stupid.” After blowing my nose I toss the crumpled tissue towards the bin by my bed, no longer caring about the mess that surrounds me. A small knock on my door grabs my attention. Through a stuffy nose and hoarse voice I invite the visitor in, “What do you want from me?”
I hear a chuckle as Bucky enters my room with a tray and a small smile, “Hey little lady, I heard you weren’t doing too hot. I thought I’d bring you some stuff to help.”
I pull the blanket over my hair to hide the massive frizz I know has accumulated and groan, “I hate existing.” I draw a pathetic complaint through the sandpaper of my throat causing another laugh from him as he crosses my room and sets the tray on the foot of my bed and looks from me to the TV.
“What are you watching?” I toss him the remote and he barely catches it. “Okay, what are we watching?”
I scrunch my nose, “That was not an invitation, I just-” I’m cut off by a coughing fit and Bucky extends a water bottle he brought in. The blanket around my head drops and releases the mountain of crazy hair as I gratefully take the water and soothe my throat. I take a deep breath to regain my composure and continue, “I just don’t know what to watch. Being sick is so boring. It’s like time moves at half speed and I’m not interested in anything.” I give a pout as I take another drink of water and my eyes move to the tray on my bed.
I find an array of different books to read or puzzle games to play, water, crackers, and soup. My face softens a bit more and my mouth turns down, “That's so sweet. Why do you have to be sweet? That's not fair!” I scrunch my face and roll my eyes dramatically, no longer caring about being independent and just giving into the childish feeling of being sick.
Bucky chuckles once again as he invites himself to sit beside me and I refuse to move from the center portion of my bed. He pushes into my side where the fluff of the blankets wrap around my stomach, “Move over you jerk.”
“This is my bed, you butthead.” I return his playful banter and scooch over so he has enough room to sit down beside me. “You’re not gonna wanna stay in here for too long. I’m about to be really gross.” I blow my nose again, adding to the pile of tissues beside me on the floor.
Bucky’s eyebrows raise as a smile stays on his lips, “Yeah, that is gross but I think I’ll be okay.”
I point to the tissue mountain, “Oh, that isn’t the gross part. I’m about to cork my nose with tissues because I’m sick of this.” I gesture to the tissue box, my face, and the floor.
The smile leaves his face and confusion lights it instead, “You’re about to.. cork?... your nose? with.. tissues?” His uncertainty at my words causes me to laugh and then cough again, this time his hand finding my back. He runs small paths and circles on my back until I calm down and take a breath. “You okay, doll?”
My face lightens slightly at the name and I nod. “Yeah, but you won't be if you stay in this room. Not only will I make you uncomfortable, I'm going to make you sick too. So get out of here ya turd.” I point to the door which causes Bucky to lean back on my headboard, making my brows knit together at him.
He shrugs, “You make me uncomfortable naturally,” he laughs at my annoyed facial expression, “and I doubt you can get me sick. Super serum, remember?” I roll my eyes at his serum excuse but decide not to fight it, knowing it's a waste of the very little breath I have.
“Fine, but I warned you. You owe me a movie night if you are sick within the next week, Barnes.” I tear off two pieces of tissue and roll them up, making eye contact with the small horror plastered on Bucky’s face as I shove the pieces into my nose, successfully corking my nostrils. With my voice now muffled by the tissues as well as the sickness I laugh at him and point to my face, “Corking,”
His face scrunches more, “Oh god, what is the point of that? Doesn’t that hurt? How long do you stay like that?”
I laugh into a small cough, “The point is to stop the annoying drip so I don't have to blow my nose every four seconds. It doesn’t hurt, you weirdo. It just stays like this until I need to take them out, I guess.” His face stays in it’s contorted display and I giggle again. “So are you going to pick something or am I stuck in the loop of boredom again?” I point to the TV which makes his eyes move from me to the screen.
He scrolls for a moment and lands on How to Train Your Dragon, “What about this? Seems very fitting considering you look like you're breathing fire from your face.” He points to my nose and I roll my eyes.
“That's fine. Move the tray off the bed though, I will absolutely be knocking that off in my sleep.”
He moves it before responding, “In your sleep? I thought we were watching a movie?” He leans back again and I force myself under his arm and lay into him after removing the tissue from my nose.
“You silly, silly man. I’m falling asleep in like five minutes from the start.” I feel a silent laugh in his chest and look up to him when the movie hasn't started yet. I’m met with a pair of soft blue eyes and an even softer smile. I raise my eyebrows, “Can I help you?”
In a near whisper Bucky utters, “Your hair looks insane.” I scoff and move my hair to pat it down as his hand pushes mine away. “No, don't. It’s cute.”
I roll my eyes and lean back into him, looking at the TV. “You're so mean to me.”
“I brought you soup!” he protests.
“And insults!” I shove my cheek into his torso causing it to squish with my voice. I pull the cover closer to my shoulder and get comfortable against Bucky as he hits play.
His hand slowly starts to massage my scalp and my eyelids become heavy as I sigh with relief. “We are five minutes in, time to sleep, honey.” Bucky coos softly as I allow my eyes to shut to the sound of the movie and the rise of his chest.
I wake up to find the movie credits rolling and a sleeping Bucky above me, I smile and settle back into him and enjoy the warmth. I mentally take note of the second movie of the series on screen, knowing damn well we will be watching it in a few days as I show Bucky how to make his own tissue corks.