Chicago PD Imagines

Sick and Clingy

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"Aaaaachooo". Then the coughing started from the bathroom. Sitting up in bed you heard Jay was in the shower.

Getting up, you opened the door. The shower had steamed up the room. "Jay, you alright"?

Cough, cough and aaaaaachooo. "I'm fine". His horse voice made you shake your head.

"I'm calling Voight, you're sick".

"Nooo, don't. I'm fine". Jay whined as he followed you, soaking wet and naked.

"Right. You're dripping and I dont mean from the shower. Get back in the shower and let the hot water and steam unclog your nose. Now mister". You chooed Jay back as you got on the phone.

"He's sick. So you're down one member today. Sorry". You tell Voight. Voight himself didn't sound to good either. It was probably a office bug.

While Jay was in the shower, you got tylenol, orange juice, the thermometer and a fuzzy blanket for him. Fluffed his pillows and got his bed ready.

"I'm not sick". Jay coughed and sneezed. Then groaned as it hurt him to swallow.

"Put these on and get into bed". You helped him into a tshirt and boxers. Then into bed.

"Open". You put the thermometer under his tongue. Beep. "101".

"You've got a fever. Let's get some meds in you and some juice. Then sleep. No working".

"But I'm not". He yawned.

"Go to sleep. Now". You rubbed his forehead with the back of your hand.

"Okay". He said slowly drifting off to sleep.

You sighed and crawled in with him. He might be a big tough detective but when he's sick he's a big baby.

A couple hours had past and Jay was still asleep. You watched tv and did your work from home. Jay snuggled into your embrace. His arms wrapped around your waist and his head snuggled into your chest. His legs entangled with yours.

"My poor sick baby". You rubbed his back and kissed his sweaty head. His fever must have broke.

"Hi". Jay groggily groaned and stretched.

"Hey, how you feeling"?

"Better. I have my favorite doctor by my side taking care of me". He snuggled back into your chest.

"That's what wives are for, taking care of their husbands when they're sick".

"I'm so lucky".

"Yeah, you are. Lucky you're cute, cuddly and I love you because I hate whiny men".

"I know but I'm not whiny". Jay said whining.

"Of course you're not". You giggled.

Jay snuggled in and drifted off back to sleep happily. You doctored him back to his normal self. Until he went back to work and got sick again.