Connor x Reader •Imagines• •Oneshots• Detroit: Become Human

Sick Request *Requested*

First Person Point of View

Words: 1078

Requested by: MysticMeowzzz

I turn in my bed but immediately go back to my original position, my brain feeling like it was liquefied and solidified over and over again. This truly must be what death feels like, I've always been healthy and never missed a day of school nor work. It seemed like it was harder to sleep due to a headache but I figured that I could sleep it off.  But as the night drew on, not only did the headache grow but so did my body temperature, I let out groans like a small child calling for its mother to help it with the small hope that my mother would actually show up.

You picked up your cell phone and squinted your eyes as you began to call Fowler.

"Hello?" You heard the Chiefs voice over the phone

"Hey this is (Y-n), I'll be out today due to illness" You racked your brain trying to come up with a single sentence.

"Are you going to be okay? You never called in before" Fowler sounded abit worried which honestly surprised me, he was usually a hard person but I supposed under that hard shell, there's something soft and sweet.

"I'm sure I'll be okay-" I stopped in the middle of your sentence and quickly grabbed the trash bin beside your bed, your stomach churned and split out last night's dinner. Classy.

"I'm sending Connor over to check on you, just rest until he gets there"  Fowler stated and before you could protest he hung up. I let my phone slip from my hand and fall onto the bed, feeling slightly better with an empty stomach. I lay my head back on the pillow and start to drift into a nap, my body relaxing for the first time in hours.

When I came back to, I felt something cold on my forehead head and the stench of last night's takeout was now gone. I turn in my bed abit an the cloth on my head slid down onto the mattress, I opened my yes and saw something almost angelic, but when I looked closer I saw that the halo was only a LED "Hello, I was sent by Fowler to check if you're doing alright, you seem to have a mild case of influenza, I have prepared a pot of chicken noodle soup on the stove so when you're able to ingest things again it'll be there" Connors voice filled the walls with my bedroom soothingly. I let out a small groan before speaking "Thank you, Connor" was the only thing I could manage out before my headache started to drill unto my head once again.

Out of panic and some desperation, I grad into the hem of Connors jacket and look up into his eyes "Please stay, I don't know what to do and I feel like I'm dying" I mumbled feverishly as the gravity around my hand increased "Of course, I'll get you Tylenol" Connor smiled and headed to my bathrooms medicine cabinet. I closed my eyes again to try to suppress the unholy sounds that want to escape my throat, not sexually but it felt better to let the pained groans out.

Connor returned with two Tylenol tablets and a small Dixie cup with water, I sat up a little and grabbed onto the cup and popped the tablets into my mouth before forcing it down my throat with water. I let out a sigh as fell back onto the bed, Connor pulled up a chair to my bed and sat down "Sorry you had to clean my bin" I apologized tiredly and Connor shook head "No need, I can imagine it would be unpleasant for you to smell it" Connor explained and you mentally chuckle "Such a sweetheart" I mumbled and nodded back off to sleep.

It was all fuzzy but when I opened your eyes again I found Connor inches from my face....in my bed...this excitement was too much, I close my eyes again to try to suppress the urge to throw up again "Connor why are you-" I began but slowly stopped as Connor lifted his head and showed the sight of his bed head. "I apologize if you are Startled but you grabbed my sleeve about an hour ago and pulled me into the bed" Connor looked into my eyes and I felt a calmness settle in the room. I felt my face heat up again and I turned onto my back and let out a long breath "Sorry, I must've been out of it" I laugh and placed my arm on my forehead "You also said some things such as 'That tickles' or 'Harder' I found it strange since you were sleeping" Connor informed me and choked on the breath of air in my throat.

Embarrassment washed over me as I suddenly recalled what my dream was, I quickly thought something up and turned back to him "It was about a...urh...massage" I quickly lied and regretted it. Connor nodded and sat up in the bed, a part of me felt sad that he moved but I continued to watch him tidy himself back up again "You look good with an unkempt look " I mumble, and he turned and smiled at me, my heart jumping from the motion "You do too" he complimented and giddiness filled me up before my fever began to rise again.

It was getting late and Connor was called to come back to the department, I of course refused for him to go....or at least in my head I did. "I'll see if I can come back tomorrow" he tried to cheer me up as he saw the disappointment on my face "I've already taken up enough of your time, Hank will need you back anyways" I refused, knowing that it was the right thing to do "The how about when I get off of work, I can take you to your living room, and we can watch movies" His eyes lit up and I couldn't help but smile at his innocence "Of course, but until then focus on  your mission" I almost shooed him off. Connor began to go out of the door frame of my room "Have a good night (Y-n)" He hesitated to leave and I chuckled tiredly.

 "Goodnight, Connor"

Of course, he came back tomorrow, and the next day...and the next day.

Oof I haven't posted in a hot minute.