hey! idk if u are still writing for spike, but if you are, could I request a fluff piece with spike x female reader in which either he or she are sick with a cold and one of them takes care of the other? i have a cold and i love your writing so maybe this will help the healing process lol! take care and stay healthy ✨🌸
I'm sorry this is late! I hope you feel better :) I do still write for Spike, so do not worry! I love spike.
Relationship: Spike Spiegel x Female Reader
Fandom: Cowboy Bebop
Warnings: Getting sick, Fluff :)
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The time to show the crew how good of a partner I can be is the time that I get sick. I was coughing here and there for a couple days, not even thinking it could be a cold coming up, and went on an almost highly dangerous job. Not to mention Spike was my partner for the mission.
Just catching the bounty at a dead end, with Spike slowly catching up, I ended up falling face first into the muddy ground. Yes, I fainted. When I woke up a few hours later, I found myself in my room with a cold rag on my forehead. That’s when I knew I had the cold.
I was so sick, I could barely even move. Faye had to carry me to the bathroom when I had to go, and I felt so bad for her.
“Don’t worry about it. You took care of me while I was sick.” She reassured me. It was true. When Faye Valentine was sick, I was the only one, besides Jet, who took care of her until she got better. Now, I just felt guilty seeing her carry me to the restroom and help me eat. It was just a cold, but it was a bad cold.
For the first couple of days, I noticed everyone, but Spike, had come to visit me in my room. When I asked Jet about it, his smile immediately turned into a frown. Guilt was clear in his gaze.
“Spike, uh…He’s upset.” Jet finally told me after I begged him to be honest.
Not only did I already have guilt from Faye helping me so much, but even more guilt was piling up after hearing Jet’s words. Spike was angry because I let the bounty get away. And there's nothing for frustrating to Spike than a bounty getting away when they were just under our clutches. That night, I cried. I cried myself to sleep, giving me a headache in the morning. A headache piled on top of the sickness really pushed my luck.
Surprisingly, after that day, Spike was standing in my bedroom doorway.
“Spike?” I hesitantly call.
“Damn, you really are sick.” He says bluntly, stepping into the room.
“What…what are you doing here?” I ask. He was upset with me, wasn’t he?
“What do you mean? I came to see if you were okay. Haven’t seen you in a while.” He sat at the edge of my bed, pulling out a cigarette, like usual.
I was shocked. No words coming out as I stare at his relaxed form. “Aren’t you…mad at me?”
His eyes widened, whipping his head towards me. “Mad at you? Why would I be mad at you?”
Now it was my turn to have wide eyes. “Huh? But…Jet said you were upset.”
He looked away in thought, taking a drag out of the cigarette and blowing out the smoke. “I wasn’t upset at you. I was upset at myself.” I opened my mouth to answer, but he didn’t let me say a word. “I was upset at myself for letting you go on the mission when you were sick. You know how worried I was? Seeing you on the ground like that. I thought the guy killed you or something, but you were breathing and had a high temperature.”
It made more sense now. It wouldn’t be a surprise if he really was upset because the bounty escaped. Seeing him so worried over me was like a dream come true. Although we were good friends, it never occurred to me that Spike would ever love again after his first love. Not that he actually loves me. It could just be a friend worried over a friend.
But that look on his face as he stared at me, I couldn’t help but blush. I look away, blubbering out nonsense as I try to figure out what to say. “R-right...I’m sorry for making you worry… I thought you were upset at me for letting the bounty escape.”
He scoffs. “I could care less about that bounty.” I flinch at the cold sensation suddenly being placed on my forehead. He was leaned over, the back of his hand against my forehead. “Are you okay? Your fever is going up.”
“I-I’m fine!” I stutter, removing his hand to calm my burning cheeks. “R-really…thank you for not being mad at me…or something… You can go now!”
He chuckles. “I’ll go ask Jet to make you some soup.” And he was gone.
I should’ve grabbed his arm, or something, to keep him by my side. I felt my forehead, where his hand was just seconds ago. The cold sensation felt good against my burning fever. “Maybe I’ll ask him to do it again when he comes back.” I mumble under my breath.
