Sick Day Comfort
Word Count: 734
Summary: Y/N is sick and Danny comes to take care of her đ
Thank you to the Anon for the request!!! So sorry on the delay!
You hated being sick. Not just because of the sore throat and fever, but because you couldnât sit still and do nothing. But your body had other plans, so you ended up on the couch wrapped in a blanket cocoon, tissues piled on the coffee table, a mug of cold tea forgotten beside you.
When the front door opened, you groaned. You didnât want Danny to see you like this â pale, messy hair, a sweatshirt three sizes too big. But of course, Danny noticed immediately.
âWhoa,â he said, shutting the door and giving you a once-over. âLooks like a tornado hit you.â
âThanks,â you mumbled, hiding your face in the blanket. âExactly what every girl wants to hear from her boyfriend.â
Dannyâs smirk softened into concern as he came over, crouching beside you. He brushed your hair back gently. âHey, you know Iâm just kidding. Youâre still gorgeous. Just⌠a little soggy around the edges.â
You managed a laugh that turned into a cough. Danny frowned instantly, his cop instincts kicking in. He pressed the back of his hand to your forehead. âDamn, Y/N. Youâre burning up. Why didnât you call me?â
âBecause you were working. I didnât want to bother you.â Danny gave you the look. The Reagan look that was equal parts frustration and love. âYou donât bother me. Youâre the first person I wanna know about if somethingâs wrong.â
He stood up, clapping his hands like he was gearing up for a mission. âAlright. Reagan to the rescue. You stay right there, donât move a muscle.â
You watched him bustle around the kitchen, muttering to himself while opening cabinets. âSoup⌠where the hellâs the soupâŚ? Ah, got it. Chicken noodle. Donât say I never spoil you, sweetheart.â
When he returned, he had soup in one hand, tea in the other, and a smug grin on his face. âNurse Danny at your service. Payment is accepted in forehead kisses.â
You rolled your eyes but leaned forward, giving him one anyway. âThere. Happy?â
âEcstatic,â he said, helping you sit up and holding the bowl for you. He blew on the spoonful like you were five. âOpen up.â
âDanny,â you protested weakly, cheeks flushing.
âWhat? Canât a guy take care of his sick girlfriend?â He nudged the spoon closer. âCâmon, youâll hurt my feelings.â
You gave in, taking the bite. It wasnât bad, actually. âNot bad,â you admitted.
Danny puffed up like heâd won a medal. âTold you. Hidden talent.â
After you ate a little, he pulled you against his chest on the couch, tucking the blanket around you. His hand rubbed slow circles on your back while the TV played in the background.
âYou know, Iâd arrest this flu if I could,â he murmured into your hair. âPut it away for twenty to life.â
You chuckled softly, your head heavy against him. âThatâs the most Reagan thing youâve ever said.â
âDamn right.â He kissed the top of your head. âAnd until youâre better, Iâm not going anywhere.â
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Danny carried you to bed despite your weak protests of âI can walk, you know.â
âYeah, and I can wrestle perps twice my size, but I still let my partner back me up,â he quipped, laying you gently on the bed and tucking you in. âTeamwork.â
He disappeared for a moment and returned with a cold washcloth. âForehead,â he instructed. You obeyed, and the coolness made you sigh with relief.
Danny smiled. âBetter?â
âMuch.â
He sat on the edge of the bed, brushing your cheek with his thumb. âYou scared me today, you know.â
âScared you? Itâs just the flu.â
âYeah, well, Iâve seen enough to know not to take anything lightly. Especially not when it comes to you.â
Your chest ached, but not from being sick â from the way he looked at you, all protective warmth and soft edges. âDanny Reagan, youâre way too good to me.â
âDamn right I am,â he teased, but his voice was low, tender. He leaned down to kiss you, feather-light so he wouldnât catch your germs. âNow get some sleep, sweetheart. Iâve got you.â
As you drifted off, you felt him settle beside you, one strong arm pulling you close. His warmth, his steady breathing, his quiet hum of youâre safe wrapped around you like another blanket.
For once, being sick didnât feel so bad â not when Danny Reagan was the one taking care of you


















