request: Taking care of Rage after his surgery, super fluffy
reader = pink
josh = purple
warnings: none, fluffy aff!
the door creaked open slowly, and you tiptoed inside, careful not to jostle the air too much like even that might hurt him. he was exactly where you left him — propped up on a nest of pillows, legs wrapped in gauze and buried under too many blankets, his brows slightly furrowed in his sleep.
you carried a little tray with apple slices, a protein smoothie, and his pain meds, setting it gently down on the nightstand. then you sat on the edge of the bed, brushing a stray curl off his forehead.
josh stirred with a groggy little groan, voice low and rough. “mm… baby?”
“i’m here,” you whispered, kissing his temple. “i brought snacks.”
he blinked up at you, eyes soft and heavy from the meds, but still full of warmth. “you my nurse or my girl?”
“both,” you said with a tiny smile, sliding into bed beside him.
he turned slowly, careful with his knees, and winced. you wrapped your arm around his shoulders, helping him sit up just enough to sip from the straw you held to his lips.
“ugh,” he muttered after a sip. “tastes like chalk.”
you laughed quietly, wiping the corner of his mouth. “doctor’s orders. gotta get your strength back.”
he leaned his head gently against your shoulder, letting out a tired sigh. “i miss the guys.”
you glanced at him. “have you checked your phone?”
he nodded toward it, sitting on the nightstand. “haven’t looked today.”
you reached over and unlocked it for him, tilting the screen so he could see. his eyes scanned the texts slowly.
silky had sent:
“hope everything went smooth bro. proud of you.”
then adapt, a few minutes later:
“miss you, gang. let me know when you’re up for a visit.”
josh’s lips tugged up just slightly. “they’re being too nice. it’s weird.”
you smiled. “they love you. they’re just giving you space to heal.”
he went quiet for a moment, thumb lightly brushing over the screen. “i still feel useless just laying here.”
you looked at him softly, your hand finding his under the covers. “you’re not useless, josh. healing is something. you’re doing the hard part — being still.”
his throat bobbed a little like he was swallowing emotions. “i don’t deserve you.”
you didn’t hesitate. “you don’t have to. just let me take care of you.”
he didn’t say anything else, but his fingers laced with yours under the blanket like that was his way of saying thank you.
you helped him lie back down, fluffing the pillows behind him until he looked more comfortable. he exhaled deeply, his whole body relaxing as he settled. you slid in beside him, careful not to bump his legs, and he immediately curled toward you, his hand never letting go of yours.
“you’re so warm,” he mumbled sleepily. “don’t leave.”
“never,” you whispered.
the tv played something soft in the background, but neither of you were really watching. he drifted off with your hand in his, the sound of your breathing close, grounding him.
and when he murmured “love you” in that barely-there, sleepy voice, you smiled against his shoulder and whispered right back:
“love you too.”
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woow first fic back, finished watching rons mariokart stream and decided to write this little short one hopefully u guys like it :]
