Imagine Connor Taking Care of You
She held onto the table for balance as another coughing fit shook her body. Every time one happened it was always accompanied with black spots clouding her vision and a throbbing headache. This was no exception, but now her throat was inflamed making it difficult to swallow anything that would help. She was just thankful for the fact that Connor was running errands around the homestead, the last thing he needed to worry about was her being sick.
She pulled out a chair before taking a seat and resting her head in her arms on the tabletop. “I don’t know how much longer I can keep this up,” she groaned; referring to keeping her cold a secret from him. A few moments passed while she stayed in that position hoping it would allow the aching to fade away, but to her dismal, it didn’t.
Maybe some tea could help. She thought to herself as she rose to her feet. A wash of lightheadedness came over her, leaving her to stand there gripping onto the chair until it passed. Ugh, this cold is terrible!
Moving slowly, she wandered around the kitchen gathering the supplies to make the tea, nearly dropping the kettle into the fire in the process. Finally, with it set she turned to get a mug, only to fall victim to another round of coughing.
“Y/N?” She heard Connor call from the front door; her heart dropping into her stomach. “Y/N? Are you alright?” He asked as he quickly moved through the doorway and to her side.
She nodded quickly, as if to answer him but in reality was trying to shake awake the spots. “I- I’m fine.” She sucked in a breath, “I choked on my spit is all.” She lied, hoping he would accept it.
He pulled her face up to face him. She could feel the heat radiating off her cheeks onto his hands as he looked her over with anxious eyes, “How long have you been sick?” he asked, clearly annoyed that he hadn’t picked up on it sooner.
“I’m not sick,” she snarled, pulling away from him, nearly falling over in the process.
He quickly caught her by the waist, “Do not lie to me.” He brushed a piece of her hair away, “Lie down while I go get the doctor.”
She pulled back on Connor’s hand to stop him, “I’m fine, really. There’s no need to fuss.”
He looked at her confused, “Why would I not fuss about the one I love?”
Her heart fluttered, he was getting too good at swooning her. “You’re busy as it is. You don’t need to worry about me.”
His brow furrowed at her words and he shook his head. “I worry about you day and night, no matter what,” he said as he leaned down to kiss her forehead.
“There’s no need. A home remedy should help. It’s only a little head-cold.” She replied, hoping to take his mind off of it.
He searched her face for any true discomfort. She knew he could see right through her façade but was smart enough to know better than to press on. With a reluctant nod he agreed, “But. If your cold progresses I am going to have the doctor come.”
She agreed, giving him a brief nod.
Over the course of the next week the effects of her cold lessened, thanks to a daily cup of hot tea and sage. She was feeling quite proud of herself that morning as she came bouncing down the stairs to meet Connor, who was standing in the front doorway.
“See, I told you a home remedy would do it.” She beamed, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him into a tight hug.
He smiled at her, squeezing her back before pressing a hard kiss to her forehead, “You were right.”
“Come again?” She asked, cupping her ear to hear.
He rolled his eyes, “You were right.” He replied with a brief laugh.
“Remember that.” She said poking his chest before running out the front door.
He chuckled at her; he would never tell her he had been slipping medicine into her tea, nor would he ever feel bad about it. Deep down, he knew sooner or later she would find out, whether it be by the slip of his lips or the doctors but for now, he’d let her have her fun; gloating and what-not. He was just beyond happy to see her being her healthy, bubbly-self once again. That, to him, meant more than anything.