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summary: reader is sick, they go to work, their boyfriend drags them home to bed
tags: domestic fluff, reader doesn't know any limits, jason todd is a good boyfriend
wc: 429
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when you woke up, you knew the day was going to be rough. the water that sat on your nightstand felt like sharp glass down your throat, and the warm blanket that protected you from the cold felt suffocating.
the place where your boyfriend, Jason Todd, usually slept was empty. it didn't surprise you; you knew that he had a lot of things to take care of, but you still pouted at the thought of his absence.
you knew you had work today, there were some things you had to take care of that day and you couldn't miss it. you begrudgingly got up from your bed, peeling off your pajamas and inching your way into the professional clothes that bit at all the wrong places today.
you walked into the kitchen, seeing that Jason's cup sat empty. you felt too lazy to go and grab yours. you found yourself fixing a coffee, Jason's mug as the chalice.
this is good, this should fix my throat for a bit
you knew it wouldn't.
the next thing you knew, you were sitting in a meeting with your coworkers, feeling miserable, but still putting your all into whatever the next big thing was supposed to be. something about meeting a sales quota, but you barely registered it with the personal drumline in your head right now
you eventually passed in front of a mirror. you were much paler than usual, eye bags slowly creeping in. your hand crept up to touch one of them when you heard a familiar voice coming from reception.
Jason was talking to the receptionist, asking for you. in your haze that morning, you had left some important papers on the coffee table.
you walked into reception, drinking in the sight of your boyfriend. tall, muscular, all the things that were just addenda to the reasons you fell in love with him.
he took one look at you, the pale face, eye bags, and the wrinkles in your clothes that you hadn't bothered to chase away that morning, and decided you were going home.
It wasn't grand, it wasn't a spectacle; it was a simple 'you need rest'. the next thing you knew, you were lying in bed with a hot drink in hand, the lights off and the ac running in the background
his hand stroked your hair, a calming, grounding touch amidst your sinuses' attempt on your life. he didn't try to solve it, he didn't try to give you the best remedy to whatever was ailing you, just a tea, a cold wet towel, and some time to ride this thing out.
this was the reason you fell in love with him.
