#marina sickfic

[goldenempyrean]

Making Up

〚 Notes - s6x10 rewrite but with Carina having the flu instead of food poisoning because why not :) 〛

〚 Pairing - Carina Deluca x Maya Bishop 〛

〚 Summary - When Carina gets sick during their fight. Desperate to patch things up between them, Maya cant help but want to make sure she's okay. 〛

〚 Wordcount - 2160 〛

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Maya took a deep breath as she held her wrist just in front of the unfamiliar hotel door as she hesitated. Miranda had told her this was room Carina had been staying in since she moved out after their fight. The Italian had only just asked her for space a few days ago but this wasn’t just for a catch up. 

Miranda had called her when she had been driving back from a call in the Aid Car with Jack to let her know that Carina had gone home from work sick. Carina never got sick; it just didn’t happen. For this to happen now, while they were arguing, whilst they were both sleeping alone. It was so unfair. 

Pushing aside her doubts, Maya gathered her courage and rapped her knuckles against the door, the sound echoing softly in the hallway. She waited anxiously, her heart pounding in her chest, until finally, she heard shuffling footsteps approaching from inside. 

The door opened slowly, revealing Carina standing there. She looked pale and exhausted, her normally vibrant eyes dulled with illness. Maya’s heart sank at the sight of her, her worry deepening. Carina’s expression hardened as she saw Maya standing there, her brows furrowing in irritation. 

“What are you doing here?” Carina asked, her voice strained and hoarse from illness. She leaned against the doorframe, her body swaying slightly, “I told you I wanted space.” 

Maya hesitated, her concern battling with the tension in the air. She stepped forward cautiously, her voice soft and tentative. 

Carina's eyes flickered with a mix of exhaustion and frustration. She pushed herself off the doorframe, her movements sluggish, catching herself on the frame to stop herself from stumbling, "I'm fine, Maya. Just- just go away." She thrown forward with a deep, raspy cough, both hands resting on her knees as she doubled over. Carina shook her head weakly and stumbled backwards when Maya reached out for her, “Don’t.” She rasped before quickly heading into the bathroom, shutting the door firmly behind her. 

Maya stood there, frozen for a moment, her heart heavy with worry. She clenched her fists in frustration. All she wanted to do was help. She knew Carina well enough to recognize when she was putting up a brave front, and it was clear that she was far from fine. She knew she couldn't just leave her alone in this state. 

"Carina, please, let me help you," The blonde pleaded softly, her voice laced with worry. 

“I told you to go away Maya!” Came the congested whine from behind the bathroom door. The firefighters eyebrows knitted together as she patiently stood outside the bathroom door. Sure, it was unlocked, that was obvious from the handle alone. Theoretically she could enter at any point, but she’d already broken enough of her wife’s trust, and they were finally beginning to patch things back up. 

“Well believe it or not we’re married and I still care about you.” Maya mumbled, her head resting on the door. It stood between them, a barrier not just of wood and metal, but of emotions, trust, and fragile reconciliation. 

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After a few minutes, she could hear the pattering of water as the shower began to run. Maya sighed and went to go sit down on the edge of the bed. She stayed there for a moment, sitting in the silence before the thin trail of steam escaping from the beneath the door had caught her attention.  

“Darlin- Carina, look I know you don’t want me to fuss but can you please just let me in?” Maya murmured, heading across the room to open a window, “You sitting is this much steam cannot be good for you.” 

There was a moment of silence before another rough, chesty rough rattled out from within the bathroom - this time lasting much longer than earlier - making Maya wince at the sound of it.  

Carina gave an exhausted sigh from the inside the bathroom, her head dropping into her hands in defeat, “Can you please bring me my water bottle..?”  She croaked out, her poor voice sounding absolutely battered. 

The blonde turned back to the bed, looking around before noticing the pink bottle sitting on the floor beside the nightstand. She quickly picked it up and headed back to the bathroom door, pushing it open to let a wave of hot steam come flooding out. 

God - how was she breathing in there with all that? 

Through the thick steam it was hard to make out the scene but what she saw inside made her heart break a little. Carina was on the floor, leaning back weakly against the wall. Her wavy brunette hair was now messy, damp and stuck to her forehead uncomfortably whilst beads of sweat ran down the rest of her pale-olive skin.  

Maya pretended not to notice the half empty plastic water bottle well within the Italian’s reach, instead focusing on the few dozen crumpled up tissues which spilled from the trashcan and littered the floor. Somewhere amongst the discarded papers was the empty box they used to belong to. It was clear Carina had been in here for some time prior to her arrival.  

Honestly her heart clenched at the sight of her wife. She knew that if she hadn’t turned up on her own, Carina would’ve sat alone and endured this misery all by herself without a second thought. She was way too stubborn to call Maya herself, especially when they were fighting. 

For a moment, Maya just pulled herself up onto the counter, sitting quietly. She desperately wanted to just pull Carina into her arms, to apologise for the 10th time and hold her close. But they had to do this right if everything was going to go back to the way it was. Baby steps. That’s what they had go take. 

Eventually she couldn’t bare the way Carina’s head seemed to bob forward, her eyes barely open as her cheeks burned bright with fever. At this point the steam was probably doing more harm than good. She was going to overheat at this rate. 

“You think we can turn this off for a little bit? This room is too hot to be good for you.” Maya suggested, sliding off the counter to turn the shower off. 

But Carina whined a little, sniffling a thick saturated sound, “This is the only way I can breathe.” She mumbled, reaching forward to grab some toilet paper to attempt at blowing her nose with. It didn’t help much. Her sinuses were too blocked for it to provide any actual relief. 

“That bad?” Maya murmured in sympathy, she wished she could help somehow. Suddenly her eyes lit up a little as she headed back to the door where she’d left her bag. She grabbed it and came to sit back down on the floor beside Carina. The brunette gave her wife a confused look as she routed around for a bit before making a small, satisfied sound as she produced a small cylinder. 

“Try this.” She handed it to her. Carina squinted as she tried to read the label, “Its decongestant Car’, it should help clear you up a bit.” Maya explained and nodded as her wife used it. 

The Italian blinked rapidly, watery tears prickling her eyes. She hadn’t expected the menthol to be so strong. The only issue was, neither had her nose and she quickly pawed at it as the burning itch grew, she knew she was going too- 

Maya quickly thrust a towel into her hands just in-time for the brunette to duck forwards with a fit of uncontrollably, messy sneezes. Carina sniffled thickly; her whole head felt like it was spinning. There was no point trying to act neat and tidy now, so she just blew her nose into the fabric before slowly pulling her head up with a groan, “That was disgusting Maya Bishop. What even is it that thing.” She shot a watery glare at the decongestant before a stray sneeze interrupted her. 

The blonde couldn’t help but chuckle, “It cleared you out, didn’t it?” She reached out a hand to tentatively rub her wife’s back, feeling relieved when the action wasn’t rejected. 

Carina rolled her eyes just a little, “Sì… it did.” She turned away from Maya to catch a deep cough into her elbow, doing her best to keep the disappointment out of her voice when Maya’s phone lit up with a text from Jack, “Do you not need to go back to work?” She titled her head when the blonde simply silenced her phone. 

“I am working.” Maya shrugged, the familiar crease in her brow returning when she realised Carina had stopped sweating, but her cheeks were still just as flushed, “You’re dehydrated, you need to drink.” She ignored the Italian’s fussing as held the pink bottle from earlier to her lips, encouraging her to drink generously. 

“You know flu season is bad this year. It’d be irresponsible to leave you alone at the moment.” She concluded, standing up to grab a clean towel which she ran under the cold tap for a moment before wringing it out and coming back down to her wife’s side. 

Maya gently dabbed the cool cloth against Carina’s cheek, the relief it was providing was clear. She eventually let it rest on her forehead, before making her finish the rest of the water bottle. The firefighter knew all she could really do was make her comfortable, she could take her to Grey Sloan just to be cautious but they both knew the best the hospital could do was give her fluids and tell her to rest.  

She’d just have to ride it out here. 

Of course, Maya would give anything to make “here” their bedroom at home. Not some stupid unfamiliar hotel room, but she only had herself to blame for that. She wished she could turn back time and erase the hurtful words exchanged, but all she could do now was be there for her wife. 

Taking a deep breath, Maya decided to make the best of the situation. She adjusted the towel on Carina's forehead before reaching out to squeeze her hand gently. She hadn’t expected it but there was a little squeeze in return too. 

After a few minutes of soft silence, Carina tried to speak but instead was stopped by her voice catching in her throat, sending her into a rattling coughing fit, wracking her body forward with spasms as it tried to clear itself of the congestion in her lungs. 

Maya's heart clenched at the sight, her worry deepening as she watched her wife struggle. 

"Hey, easy there," Maya murmured, moving closer to support Carina. She rubbed her back soothingly, waiting for the fit to pass. When it finally did, Carina slumped against her, her breath ragged and shallow. 

"That cough really doesn’t sound great. We should probably get you off this floor," Maya decided before beginning to clear up the mess of tissues on the floor, ignoring her wife’s protests that it was her job to do that. 

She simply shook her head in disagreement. Once Maya was done, she carefully helped Carina to her feet, offering out a hand as she led her from the bathroom. Carina's steps were shaky, and Maya could feel the heat radiating from her wife's body. Once they reached the bed, she helped Carina settle in, fluffing the pillows behind her and tucking the covers around her. 

“Do you need anything? I can leave you alone if you just wanna sleep.” The blonde asked, unsure of what to do next. In any other circumstance, she would’ve climbed into bed beside her without a second thought but now she wasn’t so sure. 

Carina's breaths came out in shallow gasps as she sank into the bed, her body feeling heavy and weak. Tears welled up in her eyes, a mix of frustration and fear bubbling within her. She turned her gaze up towards Maya, her hoarse voice barely a whisper, "I don't want to be alone again.” 

This fight had had them both feeling alone, discarded and unheard. But now they were moving past it, taking measures to fix the damage they’d done. This was a step in the right direction.  

Carina sniffled again, the watery tears falling down her cheeks, “Can you stay just until I asleep please..?” 

Maya felt her heart ache at the vulnerability in Carina's eyes. She nodded softly, brushing away a tear from her wife's cheek. "Of course, love. I'll stay right here." She whispered, slipping into bed beside her. She wrapped her arms around Carina, pulling her close and planting a gentle kiss on her forehead 

They lay there in the quiet of the room, the only sound the soft rhythm of Carina's breathing. Maya held her tightly, providing the love and comfort that Carina needed right now. 

She knew she’d have to get back to work eventually. Jack had been texting her and soon they’d be worried for where she’d got to. But for now, Maya was settled just to watch over her wife for just five more minutes. 

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Hi!!! I rarely request but your writing is so good I could not resist the urge. I love the Carina x Maya x Reader fics you posted, theres not enough writing for the Station 19 universe. I was hoping you could write another one, or even just a Carina x Maya. I feel like because Maya has such a dangerous job, Carina definitely slips into doctor mode every time she gets hurt or sick. Could you write where Maya gets sick with strep throat or something but Carina is unable to get her to Grey Sloan or the E.R (maybe they went on a vacation or there is bad weather) so she decides to examine Maya herself. (P.S. I hope you’re having a good day and if not tomorrow will be better💕💕)

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Sickness At Sea

〖Notes: Alrighty my basement flooded and I think I've got carpal tunnel so lets write some sickfics! (PS, I love this request, I'm so sorry it took me so long to get to it, please feel free to send in another when my asks are open <;3〗

〖Summary: Maya and Carina finally get to go on a vacation. Of course that's the perfect time for Maya's immune system to give out.〗

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〖Pairing: Carina DeLuca x Sick Maya Bishop〗

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Maya groaned and stared out the window at the crashing waves caused by the torrential downpour that was ravaging the east coast. She was inwardly cursing Carina for convincing her to come to Maine, especially when they lived so close to the beach in Seattle, but she had decided that they should leave Washington for a bit.

The two didn’t get time off together often so two weeks paid vacation at the same time was huge. So huge that her Italian girlfriend insisted that she and Maya had to see the East Coast. The blonde had argued that they could go somewhere a few hours’ drive rather than a seven-hour plane ride, but Carina had made it seem too good to refuse.

And it had been. The first week was wonderful. They’d spent time walking along the beach in the cool October weather and explored the nearby town, doing the regular touristy things. They’d found the restaurant with the best reviews and had the first proper date night in a long time, complete with fancy wine and even a violinist to serenade them.

Then the storm started. It was nice for the first day, it was relaxing. Then one day turned into two. And two into three. And how they were sitting in their beautiful house on the beach with the sea raging in front of them. There would be no walking on the sand, there would be no exploring the quiet town, there would be no anything.

The rain was coming down in sheets and Carina had been running around the house yelling in Italian about the damage and how they couldn’t stay there if the storm continued. Maya was starting to agree, it wasn’t entirely safe to be this close to the sand and she was beginning to worry that the beach would wash out.

“Car, it’ll be okay. I’ve seen beaches in Seattle handle worse than this.” The blonde croaked, wincing as the words grated against her throat. Carina, who was pacing around typing away furiously on her phone stopped and whipped around, her brow furrowing as she hyper-focused on a new target: Maya.

“What is wrong with your voice? Are you sick? Tell me your symptoms.” She had switched from panicking about the storm and settled right into her doctor persona. The firefighter rolled her eyes, trying not to wince at the action. She was finding herself wanting to let Carina do her job, but her pride was far more important than her wish for assistance.

The woman had been feeling more and more weary as the week went on, but she had chalked it up to all of the things they had been doing, refusing to admit that they hadn’t been doing anything particularly strenuous. Now, after two days of doing just about nothing, she was sort of out of excuses. She was tired, her throat was killing her, her body ached, and she couldn’t deny the presence of a fever bubbling under her skin.

“It’s nothing, I’m fine. Sit, take a breath. I made coffee, you need some.” Maya said softly, lowering her voice to try to ease the pain in her throat. It didn’t help. The level of her voice didn’t matter, it was the act of simply breathing that caused her discomfort.

Carina hmphed unhappily but went to grab herself a mug, pouring what her girlfriend considered to be way too much creamer into the dark liquid, followed by what could be considered enough sugar to feed an entire town.

“How can you drink it so sweet?” She joked, trying to put a little humor into her voice as thunder clapped loudly over the small town. The EMT jumped, frightened by the suddenness of the loud sound. A blush crept across her cheeks as she glanced over at Carina, who had a concerned expression on her face.

Her brow was furrowed, and her lips pursed, looking wholly unhappy with the situation. The rain pattered down on the roof, a nearly deafening sound. It probably would’ve been relaxing if not for the sick feeling that was growing in Maya and Carina’s nerves beginning to fray.

This was supposed to be a vacation and the OBGYN really didn’t want to beat around the bush right now. She wanted to treat the woman she loved so that they could have her feeling better as soon as possible.

She wasn’t interested in playing Maya’s “embrace the pain” game and couldn’t help but feel a little guilty for even thinking that way. It wasn’t the blonde’s fault that she was so hard on herself, but it certainly didn’t make Carina’s job of taking care of her any easier.

The moment she sat down she felt Maya curl up against her, moving so smoothly that she may not have noticed if not for the way she was shivering, her muscular body trembling like a leaf. The brunette squeezed her eyes shut and sighed, pressing her head into the woman’s hair.

“You are sick Maya. Just tell me what’s wrong.” She murmured, moving so that she could hold the woman a little bit closer. Maya nestled close, humming her unhappiness as she felt tears fill her fever-clouded eyes. She really didn’t want to be crying, it was barely 8 in the morning, it was too early to be crying. Especially over a silly little sore throat.

“Bambina, please. Don’t make me play urm…twenty questions.” Carina said gently, tilting Maya’s head up so that she could look into her beautiful green orbs. The blonde blinked quickly as she held back tears, her lower lip beginning to quiver. She hadn’t realized just how bad she felt until her girlfriend had brought it up, but now it was all that she could think about.

“It hurts.” She whimpered, her voice small and full of humiliation. She hated every part of this, admitting weakness was hard enough but it was even worse that this was happening while they were on vacation. Sure, that meant she had time to recover, but she was supposed to be spending quality time with the woman she loved, not sleeping while the brunette fed her medicine. That was no fun for anyone.

“What hurts Maya?” The doctor prodded, needing far more information than what she was being given. Maya just shrugged and pulled the throw around her shoulders as she continued to stare out the large glass windows, watching as the waves ravaged the sandy shore.

“Okay, how about we switch out that coffee for tea, yeah?” The idea of swallowing anything (even her own saliva) made the woman want to cry. At this point, she didn’t even care. She sniffled back tears and tried to hide her face, embarrassed to be crying over something so trivial. She came across people every day who were in far more dire positions handling their pain or fear with so much more grace.

“I-I can’t. My throat just hurts too much.” Maya rasped, hot tears spilling down her cheeks. Her shoulders began to heave as she cried, the action just serving to hurt her throat even more. That in turn made her cry harder, which just repeated itself in a vicious cycle.

“Hey, hey, hey. I’m here. Just tell me what’s wrong amore. Let me help.” Carina pleaded, feeling so utterly helpless. She hated when her girlfriend got sick, she hated not being able to do anything as a person she loved so much suffered in silence.

“I can’t, I don’t know! M-my throat hurts! It, it shouldn’t!” The blonde spat, her words barely comprehensible through her sobs. The Italian woman put her coffee on the small table and took Maya’s hands in hers, forcing the ill firefighter to meet her eyes.

“Maya, take a deep breath. I can help you, but you need to let me. I’m a doctor, I take care of people for a living. Let me help.” she asserted, raising her eyebrows as she tried to get through to her sweet, sick girlfriend. The blonde’s lower lip was still quivering, but she managed to quiet her sobs as she matched Carina’s slow breathing.

“Good. Now, can you let me give you an exam? I will be quick.” After a few moments, Maya nodded, her breath still hitching as she tried to calm down. Maybe she was overreacting, but she had such a hard time with the out-of-control feeling that came with being sick. She would rather be put in a blazing fire than be physically incapacitated and need to rely on others for help.

True to her word, Carina’s exam took barely five minutes. She had raced to the bedroom to get her medical bag and then began to look Maya over, starting with what she figured was wrong. She looked at the back of the blonde’s throat, sighing when she saw those familiar white splotches that she’d seen all too many times.

“And a temperature of 102 degrees Fahrenheit. Which is…too high. Stupid imperial system.” She said that last part under her breath as she mentally tried to convert the imperial temperature to the metric system that she had grown up with.

Her distaste over the different systems of measuring made Maya smile a little as she leaned back against the cushions of the couch, shivering a little.

“What’s the verdict, Doc?” She teased, getting a frown out of her girlfriend. She may have felt terrible but the cute look on Carina’s face was worth the forced humor.

“We won’t know for sure until we get a culture, but I believe you have Streptococcus. The weather is too bad to go to the Urgent Care, but we will go as soon as the rain stops, okay? For now, it's Tylenol, soup, and rest.” The brunette said, sounding fully like the doctor that she was. Maya smiled a bit from where she was laying, closing her eyes as she curled back against the comfortable sofa.

“Can rest happen first?” She mumbled; the tears having taken a lot out of her. Carina made a sound in the back of her throat as she thought it over, weighing the best option here. Technically she should have Maya take the medicine to get the fever down, but it was very hard to say ‘no’ to the woman in front of her.

“I suppose. Would you rather go back to bed?” The blonde shook her head as she lay down, taking up the ample space on the couch.

“You gotta join me. ‘s the rules.” She mumbled, her voice slurring with exhaustion. Carina chuckled quietly and climbed back onto the couch, slipping her thermometer and stethoscope back into what Maya annoyingly called her “doctor bag”. She wasn’t wrong to call it that, but it irked the brunette to no end for reasons she simply could not explain.

She pushed the bag aside and lay down against Maya, wrapping an arm around her waist. She settled in, pulling a bit of the blanket up over herself, resigning that she would probably get this illness. Strep was incredibly contagious and she refused to be away from the woman she loved.

Any time they could spend together was worth a week of antibiotics.

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"The drive from the marina to Bernard’s school on a normal day was about thirty minutes, plus traffic. Tim had gotten good at predicting it since he and Bernard had started dating, wanting to be able to take every minute he could with Bernard before sending him off for classes, and he knew that a normal Wednesday in the middle of the afternoon would be about a thirty-five minute drive.

Today, on a Wednesday in the middle of the afternoon, Tim made it in fifteen.

He blamed the bit of tension in Bruce’s voice when he’d called to let Tim know that there’d been trouble at the college. Blamed the fact that Bruce hadn’t had much to say beyond, "Everyone is out safely. I’m investigating what happened now." Blamed himself for letting Bernard ever get out of bed that morning."

Written for day 2 of Timber Week! "Truth Serum."

Relationships: Bernard Dowd/Tim Drake

Characters: Bernard Dowd, Tim Drake, Alfred Pennyworth (briefly), Bruce Wayne (briefly)

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okayyy sickfic adjacent prompts pt 1: carrie + asleep on the couch?

Here you go, my love, enjoy!

This takes place in my standing on the edge series, but can totally be read as a standalone post-canon.

Send me prompts (I only need like 6 more for the month!)

Carrie’s just gotten back from her morning run— hair in a bouncy high ponytail, a healthy sheen of sweat covering her exposed skin, MARINA still playing at a safe but heart-pumping volume through her airpods— when her dad corners her in the front hallway.

It’s clearly too early for him to be awake and coherent— he’s still in his luxury silk pajamas, his hair hanging limply around his face as a black sleep mask sits on his forehead. He’s got a jumbo mug of coffee in his hand, and he takes a sip, staring Carrie down, and says around the rim, “You have a visitor on the couch.”

Carrie takes her headphones out. “A visitor? It’s six o’clock in the morning.”

Her dad just sweeps an arm toward the den, and with a roll of her eyes, Carrie leads the way.

“Oh my god,” she says a minute later.

She really shouldn’t be surprised. Her 6am visitor is Nick, and not only is he on her couch, but he’s asleep on it, drowning in clothes too big for him, which means they’re Willie’s, and clutching a decorative throw pillow like it’s a teddy bear.

“He showed up about ten minutes after you left,” her dad reports from over her left shoulder, slurping his coffee annoyingly in her ear. “Didn’t feel like talking, but then again, neither did I cause it was four fucking thirty.”

Carrie rolls her eyes. He makes a big deal out of this stuff like it dragged him out of bed, when more likely, he hadn’t actually fallen asleep yet. “Well, thanks for letting him in,” she says, because she says things like that now. “You can go back to sleep, I’ve got him.”

Trevor grunts. “Greta’s in at seven, make sure you both eat something.” And then he heads for the stairs, throwing back the rest of his coffee in one gulp.

Once he’s gone, Carrie lets out a long sigh and looks her visitor over. There could be any number of reasons why Nick’s here so early, but the most obvious of them is that he just couldn’t sleep, so she’d hate to wake him.

Instead, she tucks a blanket over him and goes to shower, re-emerges an hour plus later in clean sweats and freshly blow-dried hair curled over one shoulder. She doesn’t bother with makeup or cute clothes, not when she doesn’t have plans to leave the house today, not when it’s just her dad and their private chef and Nick here to see her.

He’s still asleep when she comes back into the den, and she can hear Greta setting up her supplies in the kitchen, so Carrie goes to greet her— Greta’s a cheek-kisser, the only reason Carrie can stand it is cause her food is delicious— and orders two strawberry protein smoothies and a vegan omelet for Nick. 

“I make you one, too,” Greta insists in accented English, already taking out two blocks of tofu, and Carrie doesn’t have the energy to argue.

She returns to the den and finally sits down, tucked into the corner so that Nick’s socked feet just touch her thigh. She runs a hand over his ankle, trying to give him some comfort even in his sleep, and then pulls out her phone.

It’s too early to text Nick’s dads (adults always have their ringers on at night, though, so really they deserve what’s coming to them), and Willie, like an idiot, still won’t let any of his lifer friends buy him a cell phone, so she texts Alex: Nick’s at my place, not sure who knows.

Thanks, he texts back. I’ll tell Willie if he comes looking for him.

She sends him a heart emoji and then a middle finger emoji, just to keep things interesting, and then puts her phone away.

She looks at Nick. His mouth is hanging open, a tiny sliver of drool dribbling onto the blanket, and his cheeks are a little flushed from the imprint of the couch. She knows she’s gonna have to wake him up soon, to get some food in him and see if he’s ready and able to talk about what sent him over here at the ass crack of dawn.

But for now, he looks peaceful, and she knows he hasn’t been getting nearly enough sleep since he got unpossessed.

She won’t disturb him yet. At least he’s safe here with her. At least he felt comfortable asking to nap on her couch when he needed it.

“Love you, babe,” she says to his sleeping form, and at least she can say that now and really mean it.

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last series: fucking uhhh... hannibal? NO WAIT the boys, unfortunately

last movie: orv musical if it counts lol if not, teen beach movie 2 with my beloved friends

sweet/spicy/savoury: oh all good but probably... spicy? she's so versatile

currently working on: umm.. writing very self indulgent hyj sickfic lol

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#wei.post #its been so long sinfe ive done a tag game TYY MUCH LOVE

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Masterlist!

note: none of these works are written by this blog, please see the original authors!

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ collection of our favourite sickfics for personal use only!

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➛ Natasha Romanoff

➛ Wanda Maximoff

➛ WandaNat

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➛ Supercorp

➛ Lena Luthor

➛ Kara Danvers

➛ Alex Danvers

➛ Sanvers

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➛ Marina

➛ Maya Bishop

➛ Carina DeLuca

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➛ Jemily

➛ Emily Prentiss

➛ Jennifer Jareau

➛ Penelope Garcia

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𝘎𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘎𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴

PLEASE READ: while I will do my best to respond to every prompt it may take me a while to get to them. with this I'd also like to say that I reserve the right to delete any request I don't feel comfortable writing.

Please specify if you'd prefer female or gender neutral pronouns for reader inserts, if not I'll likely go with female

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦

♡ Hurt/Comfort - I love hurt comfort, heavy on the comfort and will gladly write it

♡ Angst - I'm happy to write angst with or without a happy ending but I ask that you specify which so I know how dark to go!

♡ Fluff - one of my favorite things to write

♡ Sickfics - I love them just as much as hurt/comfort

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦

♡ Male Reader or x Male Character - I'm far to gay for that

♡ Smut - at some point I may be comfortable writing it but that point is not now

♡ R@pe or S/A - no.

𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘐'𝘮 𝘞𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘍𝘰𝘳

Criminal Minds

Jennifer Jareau

Emily Prentiss

Jemily

Station 19

Maya Bishop

Carina DeLuca

Marina

Marvel

Natasha Romanoff

Wanda Maximoff

WandaNat

Supergirl:

Kara Danvers

Lena Luthor

Supercorp

Alex Danvers

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The Truth Hurts

by Lilac_hyacinth

"The drive from the marina to Bernard’s school on a normal day was about thirty minutes, plus traffic. Tim had gotten good at predicting it since he and Bernard had started dating, wanting to be able to take every minute he could with Bernard before sending him off for classes, and he knew that a normal Wednesday in the middle of the afternoon would be about a thirty-five minute drive.

Today, on a Wednesday in the middle of the afternoon, Tim made it in fifteen.

He blamed the bit of tension in Bruce’s voice when he’d called to let Tim know that there’d been trouble at the college. Blamed the fact that Bruce hadn’t had much to say beyond "everyone is out safely. I’m investigating what happened now." Blamed himself for letting Bernard ever get out of bed that morning."

Written for day 2 of Timber Week! "Truth Serum."

Words: 7521, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Bernard Dowd, Tim Drake, Alfred Pennyworth (briefly), Bruce Wayne (briefly)

Relationships: Bernard Dowd/Tim Drake

Additional Tags: Bernard Dowd Needs a Hug, Bernard Dowd Knows Tim Drake is Robin, Good Significant Other Tim Drake, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Emetophobia, Vomiting (mentioned), Truth Serum, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Needles, children of dionysus, Mind Control (mentioned), Medical Trauma, sickfic in the loosest sense of the word

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/48840307

#IFTTT #bruce wayne #batman #the dark knight #the cape crusader #gotham #dc universe #ao3 #ao3feed

[our-flag-means-death-ao3feed]

Not-Valentine's Day

by moosh

He was fine. Stede Bonnet didn’t get sick, and he most certainly didn’t get sick on the day of his and Ed’s low-key but actually still fairly extravagant first Not-Valentine’s Day as husbands celebration.

OR

Ed and Stede's Valentine's Day plans are de-railed by the onset of a cold.

Words: 4292, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 3 of teach marina extended universe

Fandoms: Our Flag Means Death (TV)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Stede Bonnet, Blackbeard | Edward Teach

Relationships: Blackbeard | Edward Teach/Stede Bonnet

Additional Tags: Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Slice of Life, Sickfic, Valentine's Day, Mild Hurt/Comfort

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/44975281

#Our flag means death #ofmd

[goldenempyrean]

Stubborn As Ever

〚 Notes - First Marina fic :D Hopefully you enjoy <3 I loved writing these two so if you've got any ideas, send em over! 〛

〚 Pairing- Maya Bishop x Carina DeLuca 〛

〚 Summary - Maya is sick at work, Carina comes to take her home. 〛

〚 Wordcount - 1900 〛

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“Bishop.” A loud voice echoed through the bunks as a very annoyed looking Herrera looked down from the balcony, her on her hips, “Don’t you dare start an epidemic in this station.” 

Maya sniffled, titling her head to look up at her, “I’m fine Andy.” She grumbled, sniffling loudly before quickly wiping her nose on her sleeve. 

“You’re fooling nobody.” 

Herrera's expression softened as she descended the steps, concern etched across her features as she came face to face with the pale blonde, “You look sooo healthy Bishop, so very not sick.” The sarcasm was thick in her voice but her tone all sympathy. 

This was bound to happen eventually. It was Winter - prime cold and flu season. In fact they’d already dropped off two patients at Grey Sloan earlier after they’d presented dehydration and flu symptoms. 

Of course it was just an occupational hazard. Just another part of the job. And while most of the crew did have pretty good immune systems, eventually everyone gets sick somehow. This was Maya’s turn. 

“You have a fever estúpida.” Andy sighed, the back of her palm pressed against her best friend’s forehead, whistling through her teeth at the heat radiating from her, “God you’re as stubborn as ever.” Maya only groaned in reply, waving her hand dismissively but she could protest further, a sudden sneeze had her jolting forwards, catching both of them off guard. 

Herrera’s face twisted as she jumped back in surprise, “Oh Maya! Ew!” She shook her head, “I’m literally covered in your-  ugh, just, never mind. You’re going home, right now. You hear me?” 

Her voice held the ‘don’t you dare argue with me right now or I will make your life hell’ tone, one Maya didn’t have the strength or will to argue with right now. Instead, the blonde simply nodded, allowing Andy to pull her up as she walked her to the front desks. 

“Sit.” A tissue box was stolen from another desk and swiftly placed in front of Maya as she sat down in one of the swivelling chairs, “I’ll call Carina, alright? I doubt your wife will forgive me if I let you keel in the streets over while trying to stumble home.” 

Maya sniffled again, reaching for the tissue box and blowing her nose loudly. She winced at the sound, feeling utterly drained as she leaned back in the chair. Andy hovered nearby, worry etched on her face as she dialled Carina's number. 

It was picked up after only two rings, “Hello? Hi Carina, it’s Andy.” Herrera began explaining the situation and that Maya definitely needed to be taken home. 

“Yeah, she’s here with me right now.” She looked down just in time to see Maya’s head bob down into a crumpled handful of tissues, sneezing twice in rapid succession, “Yup, thats her. Are you sure? Okay, thank you so much. That’s great. We’ll see you soon.” 

“She’s coming to pick you up.” The brunette smiled as she set the phone down back on the retriever. Maya simply nodded before muffling a deep cough into her arm, “You really don’t do things by half do you? Come here, let me check your actual temp’ please.” 

“I was fine earlier.” The firefighter groaned in response, slumping back in the chair. Andy rolled her eyes and reached down to grab the thermometer from the first aid kit they kept beneath the desk. “Vic’s already out, I need to be here.” Maya continued to mumble. 

“The difference is Vic actually told us she wasn’t feeling well when she felt this coming on and you had to sense to send her home. So, when did you feel this coming on, hm? Because I’m betting it’s been a few hours. Now, come on, turn this way for me.”  

She did so - reluctantly.  As she turned to the side, Andy slotted the thermometer into her ear and pressed down the button. It beeped once and they waited a few moments for the second beep. 

As the device beeped again, Andy glanced at the reading, her brows furrowing slightly. "Well, congratulations, Captain. You've officially joined the ranks of the feverish.” She let her hand move to gently rub her shoulder, “She’ll be here soon.” 

As Maya sat there, feeling increasingly miserable, she couldn't help but sneeze again, the force of it causing her to double over slightly. Andy frowned sympathetically, handing her another tissue before reassuringly patting her on the back. 

Just then, the sound of the door opening signalled Carina's arrival. She entered the room with concern etched on her face, quickly assessing Maya's condition. 

“Oh Mai, you look so ill.” Her was soft as she quickly came to the firefighter’s side, “How are you feeling amore mio?” 

Andy watched with a soft smile, watching as her best friend’s-tired eyes slowly grew more awake. She discreetly slipped away to go and gather Maya’s things, giving the two of them a moment of privacy. 

Maya managed a weak smile up at Carina, her eyes watery as she struggled through a chesty cough. "Not great," She admitted, voice strained as she spoke, “Sorry for making you come all the way here just to collect me.” 

“Shh, none of that.” Carina soothed her gently, reaching out to cup her cheeks, “Oh, bambina you are so hot.”  

She moved her hands to press her hand to her girlfriend’s forehead, sighing softly before pressing a gentle kiss to her fever flushed skin. 

“Her temperature’s 101.7.” Herrera chimed in as she came back from collecting Maya’s bags. 

“101.7? That’s…uh, around 38 and a half? Si?” Carina mumbled to herself, still trying to get used to converting to the imperial system. It was one of the many American things she still hadn’t quite gotten used to yet. 

“Poor girl, let’s get you home then bambina, hm?” The Italian purred, offering out her hand to help her girlfriend up from the chair she’d been slumped in, “There’s a nice bed waiting for you when we’re back.” 

“Mmh’bed does sound good right now.” Maya sniffled loudly as she gave into the temptation of climbing into bed and getting cuddles from her beyond amazing girlfriend.  

“You know protocol Bishop, you’re not back in here until at least 24 hours after that fever breaks.” Andy smiled as she held the door open for the two of them. Nodding in mutual understanding as Carina thanked her quietly. 

Luckily Carina hadn’t parked far away, only round the corner. The two of them walked together, Maya taking slow unsteady steps as she swayed before the doctor noticed and put her around her waist. As she did so, she didn’t miss the way Maya shivered as the cold, winter air nipped against her bare skin. “Come here sweetheart, that’s better.” She murmured, taking off her thick cardigan to pull it around her girlfriend’s shoulders instead. 

“It’s- I don’t need this Carina- It’s cold, you need to be warm too.” Maya began to protest but her pleads fell on dead ears. There wasn’t much point to them now anyway, they’d reached Carina’s car already. 

As she helped get Maya settled in the passenger seat, Maya couldn't suppress the itching in her sinuses and suddenly ducked down into her elbow with a series of harsh sneezes, each one followed by an apologetic sniffle. "Sorry, Car’. I promise I'm not doing this on purpose," She looked away, not wanting to make eye contact. Being sick was still something she’d yet to adapt to. Her father’s lessons were still as clear as they’d ever been about that. Eyes forward. Embrace the pain. 

The doctor looked over with sad eyes, pouting as the firefighter sniffled miserably into the sleeve of her borrowed clothes, “Salute bambina. I promise you don’t have to apologise for anything. You’re human, it’s only natural and you can’t control it.” Her voice was soft, but the teasing tone was unmissable as she nudged her lightly, “There’s tissues in the compartment, don’t get your germs on my favourite cardi’ please.” 

Maya raised an eyebrow fondly as she chuckled, well, to be honest it was more of the beginning of a laugh being immediately proceeded by a round of deep coughing. 

Carina murmured something worriedly in Italian as she glanced over at her wife, it was hard not to notice how tired and pale she still looked, despite the warmth of the cardigan wrapped around her shoulders. 

“We’ll get you home, okay?” She reached over to squeeze the blonde’s thigh, “Just sit tight bella.” 

It didn’t take long to reach home. Mainly because Carina had driven at slightly irresponsible speeds. Despite the short journey, it had been long enough for the firefighter’s eyes start to close on their own, her head bobbing forward as Carina pulled into their driveway. 

“Sleepy girl.” Carina murmured, her voice laced with tenderness, trying to rouse her from her drowsiness, “We’re home sweetheart.” 

Maya stirred slightly, blinking groggily as she looked around, momentarily disoriented before remembering where they were. "Home?” She mumbled; her voice thick with exhaustion. 

Carina smiled softly, unbuckling her seatbelt before leaning over to help Maya with hers. "That's right, let's get you inside where you can rest properly," she said, her tone soothing as she opened the car door. 

Maya nodded weakly, allowing Carina to assist her as she stepped out of the car, her legs feeling like jelly beneath her. She sniffled weakly against the brunette’s shoulder as she guided her inside. She murmured something intelligible before legs buckled under her that. Luckily, Carina had been ready, and she carefully scooped Maya into her arms, cradling her gently as she carried her bridal style towards their room. 

Reaching their bedroom, Carina gently laid Maya down on their bed, tucking her in with extra blankets to keep her warm. Maya curled up instinctively, seeking comfort in the softness of their shared sheets. 

"I'll make you some tea, amore," Carina said softly, pressing a tender kiss to Maya's forehead before heading to the kitchen. 

Minutes later, Carina returned with a tray holding a steaming mug of herbal tea and a bowl of soup. She placed it on the bedside table and sat beside Maya, gently stroking her hair. 

"Here, drink this. It'll help you feel better," Carina said, offering her the mug, rubbing her back soothingly as she drank the hot liquid, “That’s better, si?” 

She nodded, letting herself relax into the pillows, “Much.” Maya sniffled, rubbing her hand beneath her nose as it twitched. She just managed to set her cup aside before a sudden bout of sneezing overtook her, each one accompanied by a soft, sleepy sound. Carina chuckled softly, reaching for a tissue to gently dab at Maya's nose. 

“Bless you, amore," she murmured, reaching for a tissue to dab at Maya's nose tenderly, "Looks like someone's still feeling a bit under the weather." 

Maya sniffled, her eyes fluttering open briefly before she buried herself deeper into the warmth of the blankets. "Sorry," she whispered, her voice hoarse with fatigue, "I can't pull myself together.” 

Carina's expression softened further as she continued to stroke Maya's hair soothingly, “You don’t need to pull anything, you just lay there and rest. Just rest now, bella, that’s all. I'll be right here if you need anything," Carina murmured, pressing a soft kiss to her warm forehead, before snuggling in beside her, wrapping a comforting arm around Maya’s front, “Thank you for letting me take you home bambina.” 

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Under The Same Roof

〚 Notes - These two cuties are my new favourite obsession for the time being so please excuse this. For some reason these fics do far better on ao3 compared to here :P anyway! enjoy ;D 〛

〚 Pairing - Maya Bishop x Carina DeLuca 〛

〚 Summary - After moving into Maya's apartment, Carina is meant to spend her day off unpacking her stuff. Instead Maya comes home to a very sleepy, sick Italian asleep on her sofa. 〛

〚 Wordcount - 2600 〛

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Thing’s had been going really well between Maya and Carina lately. The two were currently in the midst of moving in together, there was a plethora of boxes with various possessions strewn about the apartment. They’d both been so busy that unpacking had been forgotten about in favour of making the most of their newfound closeness. However today had been Carina’s day off from work, she had been planning to make the most of it – to spend the day cleaning, unpacking, organising. Doing everything, she could make this place into their home. 

But her body had clearly had other ideas. 

Carina had woken up that morning with a scratchy throat and a heavy head. She rolled over with a groan, her arms searching for the comfort of her girlfriend but the bed beside her was cold and painfully empty - the firefighter’s shift wasn’t due to finish until later tonight. 

She sniffled, pulling her fluffy pink robe around herself as she dragged herself out of bed. The fabric did little to ward off the shiver that ran over her olive skin. The Italian coughed weakly, tracing her fingers down her throat afterwards as she whined softly to herself. This really wasn’t how she had planned to spend the day... 

Shuffling through the maze of boxes that littered the floor, she headed to their bathroom. She stood over the sink, staring at her bleak reflection in the mirror, grimacing as she took a dose of the cold medicine she’d found in the cabinet. 

Carina sniffled again, reaching for a tissue as she blinked away the tears she could feel welling up at the corners of her eyes. She had been looking forward to this day, to finally settling into their new home together. But now, with her body feeling like it had been hit by a truck, the thought of unpacking boxes and cleaning all day felt almost impossible. Carina didn’t know why she felt guilty about it., it wasn’t like it was a job she’d been asked to do specifically. But still, the thought of being sick and miserable all day, unable to do that one thing she’d wanted to get done had the corners of her lips wobbling slightly. Maybe she was just overtired and feverish – that always made her easily tear up but there was something else. Something she hadn’t felt in a while – a longing. All she really wanted was to be with Maya right now. 

She longed for the warmth of Maya's embrace, the soothing touch of her hand on her forehead, and the comfort of her presence. But Maya was out there, saving lives and fighting fires, while Carina was here, feeling utterly helpless. Neither of them had been sick in their relationship yet. Infact according to the firefighter herself “she was incapable of getting ill” which the OB/GYN obviously knew was impossible but nodded along lovingly anyway. At least she could relate to it somehow, the feeling weakness was something she hated. Carina prided herself on being strong and independent, yet she was here clinging to a stupid bottle of blue liquid just to make herself feel better. 

Hold on, blue liquid? Carina’s eyes furrowed as a sinking realisation hit her. Her eyes cast down to the bottle she’d just discarded. Nyquil? She quickly swung open the cabinet to see the bottle of Dayquil sitting innocently, untouched on the shelf. Of course she had taken the wrong one...  

Well, at least that explained why she had still been feeling so drowsy. With a resigned sigh, Carina simply just grabbed the tissue box from the countertop and shuffled back over to their bed, snatching her pillow and the duvet from the unmade bed before stumbling out to their living room. She didn’t even bother opening their curtains before flopping down onto the sofa, letting the tissue box fall onto the floor beside it.  

Carina sank into the plush cushions of the sofa, her body feeling heavier with each passing moment. She buried her face into her pillow, seeking solace in its familiar scent mingled with Maya's. The apartment was quiet, save for the occasional sound of a passing car outside or the faint creak of the floorboards as their upstairs' neighbours moved about. Alone in the dimly lit room, Carina closed her eyes, allowing herself to succumb to the exhaustion that weighed heavily upon her. 

... 

Maya had, had a good day. Honestly work had been fairly uneventful – mainly calls for the aid car. She’d tried ringing Carina around lunchtime, but she’d gotten no response so had left her a voicemail instead. It was a little weird that her call had been unanswered, but she simply presumed the Italian had forgotten to charge her phone again. 

The first thing that caught her attention was the boxes still stacked up in the entranceway. She could’ve sworn she remembered Carina mentioning that she was going to unpack them on her next day off. It’s probably fine, she must’ve just gotten busy with something else, Maya thought to herself as she hung up her jacket. But the second thing she noticed was just how quiet it really was. Typically, whenever she came home Carina would be bustling around, maybe cooking something delicious or buried in a book whilst playing some music in the background. But today, there was an unusual stillness in the air.  

“Honey I’m home.” She called out playfully as she finished taking her shoes off, placing them neatly on the rack, “Carina?” 

Maya’s brows furrowed at the lack of a reply. As she moved closer to the living room, she noticed the soft glow of the evening sun filtering through the curtains. Any worry she had been feeling quickly melted away as she caught sight of familiar brown curls hanging loosely over the edge of the sofa.  

“Hey, didn’t you hear-” The firefighter began but stopped, her mouth open still as she brought her hand to her face to silence a laugh. 

Maya couldn’t avert her eyes – no matter how hard she tried. The scene in front of her was just too cute beyond belief that she couldn’t quite look away. Carina was asleep on the sofa. But she wasn’t just curled in on herself or huddled under a blanket. One of the Italian’s legs was half hanging off the edge with the fabric of her pyjama pants rolled up above her knee, meanwhile, one of her arms similarly was actually touching the floor, hanging limply by her side. Her usually perfect brunette hair was now messy and tangled as her head rested an angle which just couldn’t be comfortable. Meanwhile the clearly discarded duvet was sitting in a heap on the floor beside numerous balled up tissues. 

Honestly, she was torn between waking her up or letting her rest, by the looks of it, Carina clearly needed the sleep. The flushed pink hue sitting on her pale cheeks told her all she needed to know. Carina was sick. As quietly as she could, the firefighter crept into the kitchen, searching through her dedicated “Junk drawer” before finding what she was looking for. The thermometer.  

Pruitt, their old captain, had pestered her into getting one a few years ago after a bug had gone round the station, and it was easier for the crew to check their temps at home instead of lugging themselves to the station to use the one they kept there. Truthfully, it had never been used, which is exactly why it had ended up in the drawer to begin with. Of course, Maya would prefer it to be under any other circumstances but least she was finally getting to use it now. 

Maya tiptoed back to where Carina lay. She knelt down beside her and gently brushed a strand of hair away from Carina's forehead, revealing the slight sheen of sweat there. With a soft sigh, Maya slipped the thermometer under Carina's tongue and waited anxiously for the beep indicating it had finished its reading. 

Honestly, she was quite amazed that Italian hadn’t woken up throughout the whole ordeal, but it made a lot more sense when the device beeped quietly, and she looked down at the screen to see “102.2” displayed on its small screen. 

“Oh sweetheart.” Maya murmured softly, her hand gently cupping her girlfriend’s cheek, “You should’ve called me silly girl, look at you, I could've looked after you. Poor thing.” Her musings fell on sleeping ears, but it didn’t really matter. The blonde leant forward to press a loving kiss to Carina’s forehead before standing up, tiptoeing back to the kitchen. 

Truthfully, she wasn't the best good. She usually opted for taking any leftovers from the station or just heating something up. It wasn’t to say she didn’t cook sometimes but it wasn’t necessarily her favourite thing. But Maya knew what she needed to do. She quietly searched through one of the brown boxes sitting on the kitchen floor, searching through Carina’s stuff before eventually finding what she had been looking for. 

Carina loved cooking. It was why Maya had remembered that one night, as they were cuddling and mumbling sleepily to each other. Carina had mentioned one of the recipes in her cookbooks. It wasn’t anything super complicated, quite the opposite. Soup. The doctor had told her it was something her mum used to make for her, she’d described it as “homely and warm” and the Italian had promised to make it for her the next time Maya had a rough day. Now Maya was going to make it for her. 

She flipped through the pages for a moment before landing on the right one. Gathering the ingredients, she laid them out on the worktop before dawning an apron and grabbing a knife. The recipe said to ‘cube’ the vegetables and while her technique wasn’t perfect, she made it work. The rhythmic sound of the knife against the cutting board was oddly soothing It was strangely therapeutic and she had really gotten into the zone. It was probably why Maya almost jumped out of her skin at the sudden noise from the living room 

“Hih’tshhu!”  

Maya’s head perked up from the vegetables she’d been chopping, glancing over her shoulder to peek into the living room. She could see her girlfriend sniffling quietly against her knuckles before watching as her shoulders tensed up, her upper body bending forward slightly she silently stifled another sneeze against her wrist. 

“Bless you princess.” She called out from the kitchen, pivoting on her feet to come over and press a soft kiss to Carina’s cheek as the sleepy Italian rubbed her eyes tiredly. 

Carina blinked a few times, trying to focus. "Maya? What... what time is it?" She mumbled groggily, pushing herself to sit upright. 

“Around 6-ish sweetheart,” Maya checked her phone, flipping it around to show her the time, “How long have you been asleep for love?” She asked before picking up the duvet from the floor, and tucking it over her girlfriend, not having to worry about waking her up anymore. 

Carina rubbed her eyes again, trying to shake off the grogginess that clung to her. "Feels like I've been out for ages," she muttered, snuggling into the blanket as it was pulled over her. "I just feel so... bleh." She found herself leaning into Maya’s touch as the blonde cupped her cheek once more. 

The firefighter came to sit beside her, smiling fondly as Carina instantly leaned against her, letting her head rest against her shoulder, “I’m sorry sweetheart, did you wake up feeling bleh?” She asked, gentle concern lacing her voice as she reached out to brush a stray strand of hair from Carina's face. 

Carina nodded tiredly; her eyes fluttering closed for a moment before she managed to open them again. "Yeah," She admitted softly, her voice slightly hoarse, "I think I caught something from work. My throat feels scratchy, and my nose keeps racing.” 

“Running, baby, your nose is running.” Maya corrected her fondly, her hand gently combing through the brunette’s tangled curls. Carina’s knowledge on English phrases had come far but she still slipped up every now and then, and honestly nothing was more adorable, “Did you take any medicine or anything before you fell asleep?” 

Carina let out a tired chuckle, her cheeks flushing slightly in embarrassment. "Right, running," She murmured in acknowledgement. She was probably too tired to actually remember it for the future, but it was enough for now, “I accidently took some of the blue goo, instead of the daytime one. I forgot its name.” 

Maya nodded, knowing what she meant, “You took Nyquil then? No wonder you were so knocked out, poor baby, did sleeping help a little at least?” 

The Italian mumbled and shrugged a little, instead choosing to wrap her arms around Maya as she cuddled up to her. The two stayed like that for a few minutes, neither one wanting to ruin the silence as they just simply held each other. 

But suddenly, Carina’s stomach emitted a loud growl, breaking the quiet moment. She hid her face in the blanket slightly, embarrassment creeping up her cheeks. "Oops," She blushed sheepishly, "Guess I'm hungry." 

Maya chuckled softly, "No worries, sleepyhead," She said affectionately, "I've got something that’ll help, I just need to finish it off.” With that, she stood up, gesturing towards the kitchen. "Come on, let’s get you something warm to eat." 

As they made their way to the kitchen, Carina kept the whole duvet wrapped around herself, looking like she was in a cocoon as she shuffled her way there. Maya wrapped an arm around her waist and hid a giggle before helping Carina get settled on a chair. 

“Just sit tight.” She said lovingly before turning back to her ingredients. It didn’t take long for her to prepare the rest of the soup, stirring the simmering pot and occasionally tweaking the flavours until it was just perfect. They had recently bought a fresh baguette from the nearby bakery, so Maya buttered a few slices, sitting them on the edge of the bowl before serving it up with a giddy smile, “Here you go sweetheart.” Her eyes gleamed with pride as her girlfriend looked up at her in surprise. 

They ate in a comfortable silence, the only sounds filling the room being the occasional clink of utensils against bowls and the occasional sniffle or cough from the doctor. After finishing her soup, Carina leaned back with a contented sigh, feeling a bit more energized already. "That was amazing, bambina," she complimented, her eyes shining with appreciation. 

Maya beamed at the praise, feeling a swell of pride at being able to provide comfort for her girlfriend. "I'm glad you liked it, sweetheart," she replied warmly, reaching out to intertwine their fingers. She gently squeezed her hand, concern etched on her face. "You should probably rest some more baby," Maya suggested softly, her voice laced with tenderness. "I can clean up here, and then we can snuggle up together on the couch? 

Carina smiled gratefully and let her girlfriend help her to stand as she yawned, "Thank you, Maya," She murmured sleepily as the blonde helped her back over to the sofa, "You're the best." 

“You don’t have to thank me love,” Maya smiled as she made sure Carina was comfortably settled, “We’re under the same roof now, I’m always gonna look after you.” She knew it was likely that by the time she finished cleaning up that Carina will have already fallen back asleep already but that didn’t matter – she was still going to do all she could to make sure her girlfriend was okay. 

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loved the idea of carina having to drag maya home from work so what about vice versa? maya who maybe doesn't know carina is sick but she's on aid car and while she's there at grey's for a drop off she finds out carina is sick, something early in their relationship

As Long As You Need

〚 Notes - Thanks so much for anon to sending this in! It’s late and I’m tired so please excuse any errors :,) I have some more requests for these two which I’m hoping to get too soon! 〛

〚 Pairing - Maya Bishop x Carina Deluca 〛

〚 Summary - When Carina is sick at work, the only person who can convince her to go home is Maya 〛

〚 Wordcount - 2580 〛

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Her day had been fairly uneventful. Maya had been placed on the aid car with Andy so the two had been spending their time catching up with each other’s gossip in-between calls. Just a generally good day so far…

Until the alarm went off again. This call had been a little rougher. Several deep burns and a few cases smoke inhalation but no casualties luckily. However, the pair had decided that it would be in the best interest to get one of their patients checked out further so had turned on the flashing lights and made their way over to Grey Sloan.

The medical team was already waiting by the time they had pulled up in the drop-off bay. Dr. Bailey nodding as Andy relayed all the information whilst Maya helped unload the stretcher from the back.

“Thanks, you two.” Miranda smiled as she took a glance over the man on the stretcher, “He’ll be okay, we’ll take it from here. You made a good call to bring him to us.

Andy nodded, giving her thanks before heading back to the car to get started on the paperwork. Maya stood back and tied her laces but just as she went to turn away to head back to the car, her name was called out.

“Oh Maya?” Dr. Bailey stepped back, allowing the rest of the Doctors to wheel the patient inside, “Has Carina called you at all?”

Maya’s brows furrowed, her expression changing at the mention of her girlfriend, “No, I’ve been on calls- what’s wrong? Is everything okay?” She immediately began reaching into her back pocket to check her phone but there were no notifications waiting for her.

“No, no, don’t worry yourself, everything’s okay,” The doctor reached out to give the firefighter’s arm a comforting squeeze, “She’s just under the weather, we’ve been telling her she should probably go home but as you’ve probably noticed by now, she’s a stubborn little thing. Is there any chance you can convince her to go home?”

Maya’s worry softened at the reassurance, though concern still lingered in her eyes. “Thanks for letting me know, let me take the aid car back to the station and I’ll come collect her, okay?”

Now that she thought back to it, Carina hadn’t quite seemed herself last night. The Italian had pushed away her dinner after only a few bites. Not only that but she’d actually fallen asleep whilst the pair of them had been cuddled up and watching a movie.

This wouldn’t be too unusual in itself - Maya had noted that she had a habit of falling asleep during whatever movie she picked but Carina had chosen this one herself and still, after only half an hour, Maya could hear the gentle snoring coming from her cuddled up girlfriend beside her.

It didn’t matter. All that matters now was checking on Carina and to do that she had to finish her job first so she began packing up the aid car with a newfound hurry, "I’ll be back here as soon as I can.” She assured her as she shut the back doors to the car, thanked the doctor for letting her know and Dr. Bailey simply nodded offered a small smile as she watched the aid car pulling away.

“Is everything okay? What did Bailey have to say?” Andy asked from the driver’s seat as Maya climbed into the passenger side.

Maya sighed as she buckled her seatbelt and leaned back in the seat, "Carina's not feeling well. Bailey said she's been under the weather, and they've been urging her to go home."

Andy glanced at Maya; concern etched on her face as she drove a little faster. “Do you think it's serious?”

"I don't know. It’s probably just a bug, she was a little quiet last night though," Maya admitted, worry evident in her voice. "Is it okay if I come back to check on her after we’re done with this call?”

Andy gave her a comforting small, “Of course you can. We’ve only got a few more hours on shift so I’ll cover you. Just leave your gear back at the station and we can sort things out later.”

Once back at the station, Maya was quick to jump out of the aid car, practically stripping her gear as she jogged through the station.

“Everything alright? Where are you suddenly going in such a hurry?” Vic ran over as she noticed the worried expression on the blonde’s face as she jogged past, “How was the call?”

“Call was fine, we dropped the patient off at Grey Sloan but I’ve just gotta go back to check on Carina," Maya replied, her tone brisk as she headed towards the locker room to change out of her uniform.

“Carina? New, hot Italian girlfriend, Carina?” Vic teased as she followed along, chomping on one of the bagels Travis had brought into the station at the start of their shift.

Maya rolled her eyes as she pulled on, she pulled on her fresh shirt, “When we dropped off the patient, Bailey mentioned that Car’ isn’t feeling too good and probably needs taking home. So, I’m gonna go pick her up.” She explained as she knelt down to tie the laces of her shoes.

Vic's teasing expression softened into one of understanding and she gave Maya’s own a reassuring squeeze, "I hope she's okay. Let me know if you need anything, alright?"

Maya flashed a grateful smile before heading out of the locker room and towards the parking lot. She quickly climbed into her car and drove towards Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital. Her mind was racing as she drove, the two of them hadn’t been together that long, she didn’t want to overstep any boundaries but at the same time the firefighter couldn’t help but worry for her.

As Maya parked her car outside the hospital, she took a deep breath to steady her nerves. Walking briskly through the corridors, she made her way to Carina’s office. She’d been there once already when she’d been picking her up for their second date, so she had remembered the way.

Maya gently knocked on Carina's office door, her heart pounding with worry. When there was no immediate response, she pushed the door open cautiously, peering inside.

Inside the dim room, she could make out the shape of her girlfriend slumped over, asleep at her desk, surrounded by crumpled tissues and patient files. Sympathy flooded Maya's chest as she approached quietly - not wanting to startle her with any unnecessary noise - she reached out to gently squeeze Carina's shoulder.

"Carina? Love? Hey, wake up sweetie.” Maya whispered softly, squatting down to be at her level, her spare hand rubbing comforting circles down her back.

Carina stirred, blinking sleepily as she looked up at Maya. She rubbed at her eyes, muffling a rough cough into the elbow before clearing her throat, "Maya? Wha- what are you doing here?"

"I came to check on you," Maya replied, her worry evident in her voice. "Dr. Bailey mentioned you weren't feeling well when I was here earlier, so I wanted to make sure you're okay. How are you doing?”

Carina gave her a weak smile, "I'm just... I just have a cold or something.” She sniffled, reaching clumsily for a tissue but ended up knocking the box off the table in the process, “Ugh, merda.”

Maya chuckled softly, picking up the tissue box and placing it back on the table. "Here love." She said, pulling a few tissues out and handing them to Carina. The doctor accepted the tissues with a grateful nod, blowing her nose before sighing heavily.

The firefighter frowned with concern, her heart aching at the sight of her girlfriend looking so worn out. Carina mumbled something inaudible as she let her head drop into her hands. She stayed still for a moment before her breath hitched. Maya had presumed she was crying and quickly pulled her into a hug, “Hey, hey you’re okay Car’, what’s up sweetheart?”

Carina girlfriend tried to shake her head and explain but was cut off by another helpless hitch. When she realised, Maya barely had time to react to what was going on before her girlfriend inhaled sharply before suddenly ducking her face into Maya’s sweatshirt with a loud sneeze.

Maya blinked in surprise, offering a chuckled “Bless you!” That was certainly louder than she’d expected. Her girlfriend was usually so cutesy and dainty, so she hadn’t really expected it. She smiled to herself, everything new she learnt about the Italian had her heart swelling just a little bit more.

She released her girlfriend from the hug, quickly straightening out the hair she’d ruffled in the process. “What are you smiling for, I literally just sneezed on you.” Carina mumbled in embarrassment as she noticed the firefighter's stupid grin.

“Because you’re adorable darling.” Maya continued to smile as she pressed a loving kiss down to the doctor’s forehead. It was that action that made her notice the obvious heat that was clearly radiating from her. She repeated the action, this time leaving her lips against her skin for a little longer.

“I think you’re running a little bit of a temperature babe.”

Carina shook her head before turning away to muffle a rough cough into the upper sleeve of her scrubs, “No, no. I’m cold, too cold.”

"Maybe we should take your temp’ just to be sure." Maya fetched a thermometer from the nearby cabinet and gently persuaded Carina to let her take her temperature. She reluctantly complied with a stubborn sniffle, feeling too weak to protest much.

After a few moments, the device beeped, and Maya read the thermometer and frowned. "You've got a fever, Car'. It's not too high, but it's definitely there."

Carina sighed, leaning back against the chair. "I'll be fine, Maya. I just need to rest."

Maya shook her head, concern etched on her face. "You need more than rest, love. You're not well enough to be work. You need to go home and take care of yourself properly,”

Carina started to protest, but a sudden fit of coughing cut her off. Maya waited patiently until the coughing subsided before continuing. "I mean it, I’ve never seen you sick before. I just want you to feel better and you’re not gonna be able to unless you actually rest.”

The blonde reached out to squeeze her girlfriend’s hands gently, “If it was the other way round, you’d saying the exact same. So please let me take you home.

Carina let out a defeated sigh, her shoulders slumping as she realised she couldn't argue with Maya's logic and she knew that she could barely aim her tissues into the trashcan 3 feet away, never mind help deliver a baby.

“Si, I'll go home.” Her voice sounded so rough as she spoke and she couldn’t quite fight back the shiver that rolled down her arms, “I just need to get my things.”

“You don’t worry about that, just put this on, okay?” Maya smiled lovingly, taking off her hoodie and pressing it into the arms of her girlfriend before looking around the office to see what Carina needed to take home with her.

A small, polite knock came from the office entrance just as the firefighter had offered out a hand to help Carina stand up from her chair - she’d been a little wobbly and had immediately sat back down after her first attempt. Maya looked up towards the door, offering a sympathetic smile when she saw Amelia leaning against the doorframe, balled up tissue in one hand and a steaming mug of tea in the other, “You too?” She asked but the answer the pretty clear.

The doctor nodded, sniffling quietly, “Its going round,” she croaked, giving a small pout, “I take it you’re here to convince her to go home?”

“It took a while to convince her,” Maya shook her head fondly as she gathered her girlfriend’s things up, “You know how she is. She’s stubborn.” The Italian gave an unimpressed mumble in response, rolling her eyes at them both before she shivered again and pulled Maya’s hoodie.

“I know exactly what you mean.” Amelia joked, before turning away to muffle a cough of her own, “I’m gonna go back to my office before I pass on this crap to anyone, I hope feel better Carina’.”

Carina nodded and waved her friend goodbye, “You too.”

Maya laid a comforting hand on her girlfriend’s back, looking around a final time before nodding to herself, “That’s everything, I think. You ready to go home now darling?”

As they stepped out into the cool evening air, Maya draped her arm around Carina's shoulders. They walked slowly to Maya's car, Maya gently guiding her into the passenger seat and making sure she was comfortable before closing the door and quickly climbing in the other side.

Once they were settled inside, Maya adjusted the temperature controls to make things a little more comfortable for Carina. She glanced over at her girlfriend, who was bundled up in the hoodie, looking small and vulnerable.

"Feeling okay, sweetheart?" Maya asked as they drove home, the roads were a little quieter at this time, so the car had settled into a steady rhythm.

“Si, grazie.” Carina nodded, hiding a yawn into the sleeve of her borrowed hoodie as she sat with her head resting in her knees which she’d tucked up to her chest - probably not the safest position to be sitting in when inside a moving vehicle but she was too tired to care.

Maya smiled a little to herself. She hadn’t made the connection until now but she’d noticed that Carina’s accent was just the slightest bit thicker whenever she wasn’t feeling well. Somehow slipping into her mother-tongue must’ve comforted her just that little bit more.

She reached over to gently brush a strand of hair away from Carina's forehead, feeling the warmth radiating from her skin. "We'll get you home and tucked into bed soon I promise.”

She kept that promise as it was barely 10 minutes before the two were pulling into a parking spot outside Carina’s apartment complex. Maya helped Carina out of the car and up to her apartment, supporting her as they made their way inside. The doctor had fumbled with her keys a little, but she finally unlocked the door and gave a stuffy sigh of relief.

“Home.” She murmured to herself, sniffling a little as Maya echoed her statement before fidgeting a little with her hands, her feet seemingly unable to stay still.

“Bambina?”

“Are you gonna be okay here? I mean, I can run out and grab you some things or I can just leave you to rest, or-“ Maya rambled and began to turn away, not wanting to disturb her girlfriend anymore incase she just wanted to sleep this off alone.

“Stay?” Carina whispered, catching Maya’s wrist just before she took a step away.

Maya smiled giddily. “I’m not going anywhere, don’t you worry,” She grinned, her arm coming to gently guide Carina to her bedroom - where upon arrival, the Italian instantly flopped into the duvet, not bothers to even kick off her shoes before climbing underneath the covers, making grabby hands towards her girlfriend. Who could resist such cuteness? The blonde couldn’t hold back another warm smile as she joined Carina on the bed, letting the brunette nestle into her before planting a soft kiss to her forehead.

“I’m gonna be here as long as you need.”

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[somber-sapphic]

Cats and Colds

〘Prompt 19- Curled Up With a Pet〙

〘Notes- This was originally meant for Calzona, but I can't write Callie to save my life so we have Marina. Please excuse this one, it's not my best by far (none of these have been, sorry) but as my motto goes: at least it's done!〙

〘Summary- Carina and Maya welcome a new member to their family.〙

〘Word Count- 500〙

〘Pairing- Maya x Sick Carina〙

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“Maya,” Carina croaked, shuffling into the living room wrapped up in a fluffy robe. Her long unruly curls framed her pale tired face, red rimmed nostrils standing out in stark contrast. The only other color on her face came from the flush of a fever.

“Maya, did you steal a snake? You know how I feel about reptiles.” she said, gesturing with one hand to the cardboard carrier resting on the floor beside Maya. The blonde grinned up at her, baby blue eyes shining with happiness. She held out a hand to her wife, beckoning her over wordlessly.

The sick woman coughed into her elbow and muttered something under her breath about snakes but came to her side, perfectly happy to fall onto the carpet beside her.

Maya wrapped an arm around Carina’s waist, just staring at the box as she tried to decide what to do. Did she give a big reveal? Did she let Car open the box herself? Did she-

Her thought process was rudely interrupted by a loud mew that cut through the quiet of the house, making both women jump.

Carina gasped and began to cough, pressing her face into Maya’s neck to suppress the sound of the fit. The blonde rubbed her back and patted between her shoulder blades, waiting patiently for her to regain her breath.

“S’ a cat?” she finally asked, wiping her runny nose on the sleeve of her robe. The brunette lurched forward and began to fumble with the cardboard closers, attempting to pull them apart so that she could greet the furball.

Not only was it a cat, it was the cat. The one that Carina had been talking about for weeks. The short haired tortoiseshell with big blue eyes and the tragic backstory. The stupid little cat named Squash.

Maya laughed quietly and steadied her hands, helping the young doctor to free their new pet.

Squash emerged from his carrier and went straight to Carina, butting up against her knee.

“Y-you remembered him. But Maya, you don’t like—” The blonde cut off her wife’s nervous rambling with a smile and a kiss on the forehead.

“I was wrong. He’s perfect.” She wasn’t exaggerating, watching the way the woman that she loved cradled the cat in her arms, an instant bond of trust forming between them. It was clear that Squash loved her, he was rubbing his fuzzy head against her chest and had begun to purr loudly.

“Si.” Carina whispered, smiling widely at her. The flush still clung to her cheeks, her nose was still running, her breaths still rattled, but now she had a perfect little cat to cuddle up with when Maya wasn’t home.

She leaned forward and kissed the blonde firefighter on the lips, momentarily forgetting about her illness. Maya didn’t hesitate to kiss her back; she wouldn’t mind taking a few days off to curl up with her wife and their new fur baby.

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[somber-sapphic]

Hey! I was wondering if you would be down to do the sicktember (I already know my autocorrect is going to hate this 😂) but day 27 I think. The one with Marina x reader and Carina is sick. If not I totally understand

Taking Care of Her

〖Summary: Carina is sick and not doing a great job at being a patient.〗

〖Word Count: 1.1k〗

〖Pairing: Marina x Reader, Sick Carina〗

〖Notes: I absolutely can! Sorry it took me so long to respond to this one, I wanted to make sure I could have the req with the post. If anyone else has any sicktember prompts they want finished I'll link the post here and you can let me know :)) Apologies for the title, it's late and I cannot think of anything better.〗

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“Carina, there’s no way you’re healthy enough to be here. Let me take you home, please.” You begged, hugging a clipboard to your chest as you watched your very sick girlfriend move about the on-call room. It was a slow day in the ER which left you time to chase her around instead of taking blood and treating patients. It also helped that April wanted Carina to go home as badly as you did. 

She had helped run clinic day with Maya and the rest of the crew of 19 a few days ago and had encountered the nasty flu that was going around. She’d actually been forced to deny one man a flu shot and sent him to the hospital to be evaluated by one of the ER docs. That night, she and Maya came home exhausted, making you regret not taking your day off to help them.

To make it up to them, you’d made them both a fancy bath with salts, candles, and scented candles. While they were relaxing in the bath you attempted to cook and when that failed you put in an order for the Italian place down the street. They had been incredibly thankful but Carina had practically fallen asleep in her plate of pasta, leading to an early night. 

The doctor had the next day off so you and Maya had gotten ready quietly around her and she was still asleep by the time the two of you got back that night. That was the first sign. 

There was evidence that she had gotten up, at least to eat lunch, but the fact that she would even consider sleeping the whole day worried you and your other girlfriend. The two of you let her sleep anyway, both of you hoping silently that she could fight off whatever was trying to take hold with a little extra rest. 

Of course, it didn’t. So here you were, trying to convince Carina that it was in her best interest to let you take her home instead of treating patients. There you were, blocking the exit to the on-call room prepared to shove Carina into a bed if that’s what it took. She had driven you there (a bad idea in hindsight) and you weren't sure how long it would take for Maya to get there to pick you up. 

“Y/n, I have mothers waiting for me preparing to push tiny humans out of their bodies. What they are preparing to go to is far worse than this little cold.” She insisted, bringing it back to the mothers yet again. Throughout the whole argument, she had stood firm that she needed to be fine because her patients were not. 

“Come on Car, you have to know that's a stupid point. What if you get them sick? What if you get the babies sick? Masks are great but they aren’t foolproof, what would happen then?” You challenged, raising an eyebrow at her. The woman’s face went a shade paler, something you didn't realize was possible, and she faltered slightly. 

“But, it's my job. Another doctor won't know them like I do, they won’t be able to…” She trailed off and raised a hand to her forehead, swaying suddenly. You rushed forward and wrapped an arm around her waist, quickly taking almost her complete weight as you sat her down on the bottom bunk of a bed. 

“Sweetheart, you’re sick. Let me take you home. Maya has the day off, we can watch movies and I’ll make you soup and we can get you feeling better. Please. You’re a biohazard.” You knew that last part would make her rethink her position which was exactly why you’d thrown it in. 

Carina dropped her head on your shoulder for a moment giving into the dizziness that you were sure she was feeling. 

“Please. Flu season has been bad, this will only get worse before it gets better.” As a nurse, you had been treating case after case of the flu several of them with severe enough symptoms that they needed to be admitted. You were used to rates going up during the winter but it was worse this year. 

The two of you sat in silence for a few more minutes, you rubbing Carina’s back as she carefully weighed her options. 

“Fine.” She finally said, lifting her head to look at you with glassy brown eyes. “I don't want to get the mothers sick.” You smiled, perfectly happy with that answer. You didn't care why she went home as long as she did. 

“Thank you.” 

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You stepped through the door to your home and were immediately greeted by a very worried-looking EMT. 

“Hey baby, come here.” Maya breathed, reaching out her arms for the shivering brunette bundled up in yours. She broke away from you and drifted toward the firefighter, tears already beginning to form in her eyes. You sighed quietly and pinched the bridge of your nose, wishing that you knew of a way to keep her from crying. She always got weepy when she had a fever and you hated that there was so little that you could do to help. 

“I made a little blanket fort on the couch or we can go lay down in bed, what do you think?” The blonde offered, stepping immediately into the role of caretaker. She was so good at that, even you, a nurse, had trouble with it when it came to the people you loved. For some reason taking care of strangers always came easier. 

“Bed.”

It took the two of you ten minutes to get her settled, she had refused the first three sets of PJs that were offered and wouldn’t lay down until Maya did. Once the blonde was in bed it seemed to signal to Carina that she was allowed to rest and quickly cuddled up against the firefighter. 

You flipped on the TV and handed the remote to your healthy girlfriend so that you could change out of your scrubs and into sweatpants and an oversized band t-shirt. The shirt belonged to Maya, but the two of you frequently swapped clothes, so she didn’t mind. 

“Do you need anything Car? Some tea? A snack? Anything?” You offered, expecting the answer to be no. She shook her head, just as you thought she would, and reached over the EMT to grab the hem of your shirt. 

“Will you lay down with us? Just for a little while?” She croaked, sniffling softly. Her nose was running a little but she didn't seem to notice or care. You smiled and walked around to the other side of the bed so that she could be in the middle. 

Taking care of the doctor would never be an easy feat but you and Maya were more than willing to accept the challenge. Though you both were glad that she had such a strong immune system. That certainly helped. 

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[somber-sapphic]

I’ve been laid up in bed all weekend with some chest thing. I think my body is trying to get bronchitis. I just want Maya and Carina to take care of me. Any chance you could write a Marina taking care of reader for me?

Waiting For Morning

〖Summary: Carina and Maya watch over you while you sleep.〗

〖Word Count: 795〗

〖Pairing: Marina x sick R〗

〖Notes: Hi anon! I'm sorry you're not feeling well :(. Drink lots of fluids, rest and please go to the doctor if you need to. I hope this helps you feel a little better <3〗

“Maybe we should take them in,” Maya whispered, trying very hard not to disturb you from your fitful slumber. You had finally managed to fall asleep, but it wasn’t restful in the slightest. You were still coughing even in your sleep, it was a wheezy rattling sound that took so much energy out of you. 

She had told you to keep an eye on that cold, Carina had done the same. When they had first started to fuss over you it felt so unnecessary. The common cold was something you could brush off. Until it wasn't. Something about this cold had been different, you hadn’t thought much about the clinging cough but when the fever struck you knew something was wrong. 

“No, not yet. They need to rest. We’ll keep an eye on their breathing and temperature, if it gets worse we can take them.” Carina replied, shifting ever so slightly to help you get more comfortable. She had surrendered herself as a living body pillow hours ago, abandoning the nice dinner that she had been attempting to cook. 

Maya didn’t seem convinced; her face had been pinched into a concerned expression since you had started to deteriorate and she refused to leave your side. While you clung to Carina she clung to you, worried that something would go wrong the second she took her eyes off you. 

“They’ve been getting worse!” Maya hissed, tucking strands of hair behind your ear, periodically brushing a thumb against your cheek. 

It was something she’d started to do after you’d had a nightmare and she picked up the habit after noticing how well it calmed you down. Now, whenever you were stressed, had a bad dream, or were sick she’d stroke your cheekbone and brush your hair behind your ear. The combination always worked. 

You stirred, waking to a coughing fit that just couldn’t be ignored. You curled yourself into a ball and coughed into Carina’s side, not fully aware of her surroundings. The brunette didn’t protest, she and Maya just rubbed your back and waited for the fit to pass. 

When you finally pealed your eyes open with a small sniffle you looked up into the face of the doctor who smiled back at you. For a moment you considered apologizing but you were too tired. You knew she didn’t care anyway so apologizing wouldn’t matter. 

“Hello, my love. How are you feeling?” You grunted in response and shrugged, rolling to your other side to face Maya. The blonde kissed your forehead and the tip of your nose, doing her best to make you smile. It worked, it always worked. Even when she was stressed Maya could always make you smile. 

“Time’sit?” You croaked, pulling yourself up onto your elbows. The small movement made you dizzy, and you regretted whatever urge decided that you needed to move in the first place. Your whole body hurt, your lungs aching alongside the rest of your muscles. 

“A little past two in the morning. Can you tell us how you’re feeling?” Maya asked moving closer, to help prop you up. You leaned against her and shrugged again, already letting your eyes shut for another moment.

“Not great. Why’re you guys still up?” You reached blindly for Carina, hitting her lightly until you found her hand to hold. Her hands were soft and warm in contrast to Maya’s calloused palms. The two were polar opposites, sometimes it surprised you that they managed not to kill each other at the beginning of your relationship. 

“It’s hard to sleep when someone you love is sick,” Carina said, cringing at her words. “God that was corny, wasn’t it?” Maya laughed and your lips quirked up in a smile. It was corny, but you loved it. 

“It was pretty bad.” You admitted, lowering yourself back against the pillows. This time you dragged Maya with you so that you were sandwiched more comfortably between your girlfriends. You sniffled tiredly and shivered, your discomfort reemerging. 

Carina brought the blanket up over your shoulders and Maya kissed your shoulder, both of them doing the best they could to help you feel better. 

“If you aren’t breathing better in the morning we’re going to Grey Sloan.” The brunette decided, her anxiety winning over what she knew was likely something that could clear up on its own. She was okay with being overprotective when it came to you. Maya nodded her agreement, but you had already started to fall asleep again, not noticing her reaction. 

“Get some rest for now. We’ll see how you’re doing in the morning.” The firefighter wrapped an arm around your waist, spooning you against Carina. The three of you lay like that in a warm cocoon, your girlfriends joining you in sleep only moments later. 

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〖Notes: Wow, this is late. I'm sorry it took so long, please enjoy. I know the ending is a bit rushed.〗

〖Summary: Perfect immune system my ass.〗

〖Word Count: 1884 〗

〖Pairing: marina x reader〗

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You couldn’t remember the last time you’d gotten sick. Not an exaggeration, you genuinely couldn’t remember. Maya had a stomach bug a few months ago and she had assured you that you would end up getting it, basically promising that you would soon be joining her on the bathroom floor. 

Not to brag, but you hadn’t. Instead, you’d managed to take care of the firefighter and Carina, who had succumbed to the same illness only hours after Maya. Your girlfriends were incredibly glad that you hadn’t gotten sick, both because they needed help (though they’d never admit it) and because you were….somewhat of a pain when you got sick. 

It didn’t happen often, it practically never happened, but when it did you got hit hard. And when you got hit hard, you got a tad whiny. They both agreed that you had the right to be overdramatic when you got sick it was never a minor cold, it was the flu, pneumonia, food poisoning, strep, and even chickenpox. The three of you were all confused about that last one, but you had been holding onto your girlfriends with everything you had. 

The morning you woke up with a stuffy nose and a sore throat you knew that you were in for a week of hell. The alarm blared in your ear, pleading with you to turn it off and get ready for the day. The sound hammered against your skull, pounding nails of fire into your brain. No matter how much you wanted to, you couldn’t make yourself get up. You couldn’t move, your stiff limbs absolutely refused the orders to move.

“Y/n, turn it off,” Maya grumbled, nudging you in the hip with her knee. She was wrapped around Carina with one of her legs draped over your torso. The woman was practically the definition of a bed hog, but you couldn’t help but enjoy it. The way she starfished out across the mattress was so cute (most of the time).

When you didn’t move to quiet the alarm, she sat up, groaning loudly as she smacked the stupid device. 

“I do not know why you’re complaining, it’s your alarm, Maya,” Carina said in response, a yawn following immediately after her sentence. The blonde smacked her phone until the blaring stopped and you let out a sigh of relief, curling back up so that you were a small ball. 

“Y/n? Are you okay bambina?” The brunette asked, sitting up beside Maya. You sniffled in response, rubbing your knuckles against your runny nose. A harsh cough erupted from your lips, your chest burning and your body convulsing with each expulsion of air. 

You leaned over the bed and spit a glob of mucus into the trash can, wondering what was wrong with you this time. The crackling in your lungs and what was probably a middle-grade fever suggested bronchitis. You’d heard Carina talk about medicine enough to diagnose yourself pretty well over the years. 

Tears sprang to your eyes and you touched your throat, the light probing of the skin causing more pain somehow. You turned to squish your face into the pillow, trying to seem less babyish than you felt. Every time you got sick your emotions went absolutely haywire and it was humiliating. 

One of your girlfriends (probably Maya, she was closer) laid a hand on the nape of your neck and gasped softly. You could practically see the worry on her face even though you were facing away from her. 

“Car, she’s burning up.” The blonde murmured, getting a soft curse from Carina. 

“She came to see me at the hospital the other day. It was overrun with flu patients.” The Italian replied, looking a little pleased with herself for remembering the expression. You rolled over, your lower lip quivering as you looked into the loving faces of your girlfriends. 

Carina leaned across Maya and laid the back of her hand against your forehead, her expression souring. She tucked a few strands of hair behind your ear and rested her palm against your cheek lovingly. 

You pulled away to sneeze into your pillow, the loud sound wearing you out even further. You honestly couldn’t remember the last time that you had felt so sick, but you knew that it would probably end in hospitalization if you didn’t cooperate. 

You began to cry in earnest, shaking with coughs as your sobs irritated your throat and lungs. Maya, who wasn’t always the most physically affectionate, pulled you into a tight hug, allowing you to tuck your head under her chin, against her chest. 

“Okay, babe. You chose the right time to get sick because Car and I both have the day off. Just lay back down and we’ll get everything taken care of. Does that sound good?” She murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. 

You sniffled and nodded into her chest, beginning to feel more comfortable with the idea of being sick. It was almost frightening to think that you would be alone, but knowing that the women you loved would be there to make sure that you didn’t die was nice. 

“Did you feel sick yesterday Y/n?” Carina asked, prompting you to think back to the day before. Now that she’d mentioned it, you’d felt sort of heavy yesterday and a bit tired, but you’d chalked it up to a poor night's sleep the day before. 

Maya had had a particularly bad nightmare and had woken up screaming. It had just been the two of you so it had fallen to you to take care of her, to calm her down. It had been a long night for the both of you, after she finally fell back to sleep you had remained awake just in case the blonde needed you again. 

“Kinda.” You rasped, wrinkling your nose in shock at how your voice sounded. It was the first word that you had spoken during the conversation and you truly hadn’t expected to sound as bad as you did, especially in just one word. It was congested and hoarse and grated against your raw throat. 

“Geez, that doesn’t sound great. I’ll go make you some tea, see if we can sort that out a bit.” Maya pecked your forehead before slipping from the bed and padded out of the room on bare feet, seeming to forget about the slippers which she typically wore. 

You rubbed your nose against your fist and frowned over at Carina who was scooting closer to you, wearing what you liked to call her ‘doctor face’. 

“Carina-”

“Hush. May I feel?” She asked, gesturing toward your throat. God, she was preparing to give you a full exam. You loved her very much, but you hated medical professionals. You coughed into your shirt and forced yourself to sit up, a rush of dizziness flooding through your head as you did so. 

“Yeah.” You mumbled, giving a weak shrug. Carina placed her hands at the base of your throat, probing swollen glands with incredibly gentle hands. She moved up to under your eyes, frowning slightly as you winced when she pressed there. 

“Your sinuses feel a bit swollen. Did it hurt?” You nodded and leaned forward to lay your head on yer shoulder. 

“Oh, cara mia. In a few hours if you do not feel any better we can go to Grey Sloan and get you seen.” She said gently, rubbing your back in a comforting manner. You didn’t want to go to the hospital, but if she was right about a sinus infection you knew that you wouldn’t have much of a choice. 

“Alright, I’ve got chamomile tea with lemon and honey and a thermometer,” Maya announced, walking back into the room with not only that but also a bottle of what may be the most vile thing on earth: cough medicine.

“Thank you.” You managed, taking the steaming mug gratefully. You blew on the hot liquid and took a careful sip, a soft smile spreading over your cracked lips. It was the perfect temperature and although you couldn’t taste it, you were sure that it was amazing. It soothed your throat and that’s all that mattered. 

“Of course babe, it’s the least I could do. What’s with the face, Carina?” The blonde asked, nodding toward the Italian woman who was gnawing on her lip with worried eyes. 

“We are going to end up in the hospital. It’s always the hospital with this one.” She grumbled, squeezing your elbow affectionately. There was no real malice behind her tone, just mild annoyance mixed with concern. 

Maya chuckled and sat back on the edge of the bed, scooting you over a bit. She dragged the thermometer across your forehead, resting it on your temple as the three of you waited for the beep. 

“We’ll try to avoid that this time, right Y/n/n?” You cracked a smile and took another sip of the tea, settling back into bed. For now, you weren’t going anywhere. “Oh, by the way, I snuck the medicine into the tea so you’re drinking it all.”

The look on your face must have been priceless because both women started to cackle, Carina even going as far as to double over as tears came to her eyes. 

“That was uncalled for.” You grumbled, eyeing the drink in a new light. It wasn’t like you could taste the medicine, but knowing that it was in there made you hesitant to drink it. Part of you debated trekking to the kitchen to dump the whole thing out. 

“Drink it all and I won’t help Carina make you soup later.” Maya threatened, reminding you of her utter lack of skill in the kitchen. She had given you and Carina food poisoning once over bad lasagna and you had vowed never to eat something she cooked again. 

“Fine, I’ll drink. But I want cuddles. Will you give me cuddles?” The brunette on your left wrapped her arms around your waist and kissed your collarbone, pushing her nose against your skin. 

“Of course bella. All of the cuddles. We can watch whatever movie you want and I’ll make Pastina with Maya locked in another room.” Carina chuckled, nudging the tea a bit closer to your face. You took a deep sip, almost finished with the mug. 

Now that you knew it was in there what was left of your sense of taste was picking up on the medicine. It was no longer the best thing that had happened in days, it was now disgusting. 

“You can’t taste for shit, stop complaining. Come on, one more sip and you’re done.” With a slight eye roll (which you regretted, it hurt) you took one big gulp, finishing the rest of the medicated tea. 

“You win.” You rasped, shoving the mug back towards Maya, who was wearing an amused expression on her face. 

“Thank you, my dear.” She singsonged, taking the mug as she leaned forward to kiss your forehead. 

A non-fever-related blush crossed your cheeks and you hummed quietly, curling back up under the blankets. For now, you could relax. Maybe it would get worse, but even if it did, these two had your back. Dating an EMT and a doctor could really come in handy. 

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