#sinbad reader

“Are you just trying to get me to dote on you like last time or are you really sick?”

Sinbad looked at you with a look of disbelief. Sure, he had pretended to be sick to have you dote on him, you became so damn sweet when someone was sick and after he saw you caring for a sick Ja’far he got a little jealous, but that was only once!

“My love, you hurt me.” “So did you last time, Sin.” “Are we really going to have this conversation when I-“ Sinbad started, but his words were interrupted by another coughing fit. You had to admit, he couldn’t fake one of those. “Okay, I believe you. Sorry. Do you have some water with you?”

Sinbad only shook his head. You nodded and left the room, heading for the kitchen. Grabbing some light food and some water, you left the kitchen and headed back to Sinbad’s room. He was lying on his side, curled up in his blanket. Sighing, you put the food and water down on his nightstand and grabbed one of his robes. It wasn’t unusual for Sinbad to sleep naked but it’s not helping when you’re sick. You helped him sit up in his bed and helped him get the robe on. Hearing a dry laugh coming from him, you looked at him questioningly.

“It’s funny. You’ve undressed me before, but you’ve never dressed me before.” “Oh zip it.”

Of course Sinbad would be a tease, even when sick. You sighed and helped him get comfortable with some pillows against his back as he sat up against the headboard so he could eat and drink some.

“Can’t you feed me, Y/N?” “What? Why? You can eat by yourself.” “But it’s cuter when you feed me.” “You’re a grown adult, and you want someone to feed you?” “Not someone, only you, my love.”

You sighed and looked away. What would you do with this baby of an adult? Though you figured he wouldn’t let up until you did so, you knew Sinbad well enough by now. You turned to look at him again, and the grin on his face told you he knew he had won. You begrudgingly fed him his food, thinking that this might have been a very cute moment if Sinbad wasn’t grinning at you throughout the whole thing.

After making sure he got some food and water down, you were about to leave when Sinbad grabbed your wrist. You were a little surprised at the strength he still had, even when he was sick. Looking back at him you saw a serious face, the grin from earlier having vanished completely.

“Stay with me?” “Excuse me?” “Won’t you stay here with me?” “Sinbad, you’re sick. You should be sleeping, you’ll heal faster that way. “At least until I sleep then? I sleep better when you’re around.”

You looked for any trace of his usual teasing or flattery in his eyes, but you found none. It was a rare occasion to see him this serious and honest, and that made it impossible for you to refuse.

“Fine, I’ll stay. But only until you fall asleep.” “That’s all I ask.”