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Assassin's Creed- Sick!Jacob X Reader [2]

Title: Don't Be A Baby
Warnings: None
Prompt: Jacob falls sick and is in desperate need of care– in his eyes anyway.
Spoilers: None
Words: 983
Requested by @CasHasTheBox
(I really hope you like it! :)
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You woke up first, blinking slowly into your pillow. You were sleeping on your stomach, one arm under the pillow whilst the other was draped over your boyfriend's torso. His fingers were laced within yours on his chest.

You turned your body and gazed at Jacob's peaceful features, from his high cheekbones to his red nose– wait, red nose?!

He woke himself up with a sneeze, startling you.
"Bless you."
He sneezed again.
"Bless you."
And again.
"Bless you!"
And once more.
"Bless you! Jesus..." He chuckled.

"Mornin', love." He was about to kiss you, before you stopped him.
"I think you're ill." You smiled, untangling yourself from his limbs and getting up from the bed.
"How do you know?" He challenged, slowly sitting up.
"You're turning green, Jacob." You leant against the doorframe as a rush of nausea visibly washed over his face, causing him to rush into the bathroom, retching into the toilet.

You quickly followed him, rubbing soothing circles on his back. As he stopped throwing up, he leant back onto his heels. "Alright, so maybe a little sick." He admitted.
"Go back to bed." You chucked, starting to walk back to your bedroom.
"Wait!" He grabbed your wrist.
"Look after me?" With the puppy eyes and sweaty forehead, you had to give in. That was the lever that triggers your mothering instincts.

You helped him get back to bed. "Stay there," you stated, and ran out the room to fetch a cold flannel. You wrung it out in the bathroom sink before finding a box of tissues. Lastly, you scurried into the kitchen on the hunt for some water and pills, finally walking back to your shared bedroom.

Jacob was sitting straight with a look of concentration on his face, as if he was trying to prevent the bile from rising up his throat. "Lie down,"  you breathed with a giggle. He slowly did as you said.

You went round to his side of the bed and wiped his face with the cool flannel. "You should cool down a bit now," you stated. You placed the box of tissues on his bedside table, as well as the tablets and glass of water.

"Thanks, Y/N," Jacob said sincerely, swallowing the medicine with the water.

"There's no need to thank me. It's my job to take care of my baby boyfriend," you teased.

"I'm not a baby!" He exclaimed.

"Then stop acting like one!" You crossed your arms.

He settled down into the sheets. "Touché." You shook your head and headed for the door.
"Call me if you need anything!" And you were about to walk out before you heard his stomach rumble. "If you want," you said. "I can make some chicken soup. My mother used to make it for me when I was ill. I never threw it back up again."

Jacob nodded. "As long as you don't mind."

"'Course I don't!" You clarified, rushing to the kitchen.

{#^•^#}

You returned with a steaming hot bowl of chicken soup. "Hey, Ja–" You stopped when you saw the bed empty. Confused for a moment, you stood still until you heard retching coming from the bathroom. You placed the bowl with the spoon down on your bedside table this time, before running into the bathroom.

Jacob was probably throwing up the water he drank. You rubbed his back in soothing circles as you did earlier. He slowly stopped. "I hope those tablets have already digested, otherwise you'd have thrown them up too," you flushed the toilet, grabbing Jacob's arm and hoisting him up and half dragging him to the bed once again. You plumped up his pillow so he could sit up before grabbing the soup and spoon. Sitting on his side of the bed next to his legs, you gently gathered soup up in the spoon and held it up.

"Open wide," you laughed gently, watching as a small dust and embarrassed smile dusted his face as he hesitantly opened his mouth. Softly, you placed the spoon in his mouth before patiently taking it out after he ate it all on the spoon. This made your heart flutter. You repeated this until Jacob didn't want any more food, claiming that he was stuffed.

"Alrighty," you stood up with the near empty bowl. "More for me, then." You used the spoon for the last small chunks of chicken. Jacob had his back turned as he placed his pillow on his mattress properly, so he could lie down. "I'm gonna get you a hot water bottle. In the meantime, do whatever you want."

You used the kettle to finish heating up the red water bottle. Entering the bedroom, you saw Jacob this time, but he was fast asleep. Silently, you walked around and sat the water bottle by his feet. A few tissues littered the bed, so you scooped them up and sat them in the bin. Then, you left yourself to your own devices.

[#^•^#]

"Atchoo!"
"Bless you."
"Atchoo!"
"Bless you."
"Atchoo!"
"Bless you!"

"This was your fault, you know," you hid under the covers.
He scoffed. "You must've used something I did by mistake."
Your thoughts immediately trailed to the spoon in the soup. Oops.

Too embarrassed to say anything, you simply nodded your head. "Yeah, maybe."

END

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Sorry it took so long! I had no idea what to write so I kept adding little by little every day. It's quite disappointing that I wrote so little! I'm sorry but I hope it was tolerable. To everyone else; keep those requests coming! Honestly, if you send me a PM and I haven't replied just wait a few minutes and eventually I'll get back to you.
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