Doctor | Laszlo Kreizler x gn!reader
@king-trash-cryptid asked: This isnt on the prompt list but could you write something with Laszlo and a sick reader?
summary: Laszlo drops everything to help you get better when you're sick, quite literally everything.
tws: swearing, mentions of alcohol, mentions of smoking, sickness
Laszlo didn't like it one bit. Being sick was awful enough to see in his patients, in those he treated and those he tried to help, but seeing his own partner sick was completely different; his steady hand would shake and he would drop everything if you so much as grumbled and coughed, he wouldn't forgive himself if he didn't help you to get better. He hated seeing you so unwell. Even though you reassured him time and time again that you were fine, that you just had a cold and you would be right as rain in a matter of days, he was determined to help you get better.
He asked for your family's traditional recipes, which were sent to him through the post and written in partially smudged ink but still legible; he could remember a few of his own, recipes for soups and stews and broths that would certainly help. He had a recipe for practically every day of the week, something for you to at least look forward to despite your lack of appetite; although it was a hard thing to come across and it costed more than Laszlo was ready to admit, he made sure that there was ice for you to have in every drink you could stomach.
Laszlo knew, though, he knew it wouldn't last but he was still more than determined to help you through it; he gave you medication, he fed you, he gave you whatever you could stomach when it came to drinks, he swapped the duvet on the bed for a thinner blanket, he opened the windows. The fever wasn't too bad, it was more the coughing and the lack of appetite that concerned him.
The lack of energy was another thing, but fatigue and lethargy were known to make an appearance during illness; still, it was something that he kept his eye on. Especially because you were so determined to try and move around and to get about your day. He wasn't having that.
Everyone had been told not to visit Laszlo, mostly so he could focus on looking after you, but also because you had told him not to have anyone over in case they could get sick from you; it worked out either way.
But as he sat there now, laid next to you and looking at you with great concern, Laszlo gently pressed the back of his hand to your sweat soaked forehead.
"How is it, Doc?" You joked weakly, your voice hoarse and raw and the words stinging and scraping as they fell from your mouth.
Laszlo wiped the back of his hand on his shirt, and smiled a little. "You're not as feverish as you were. Do you think you'll be able to sleep?"
A rattling cough gave him his answer, but you still tried your best to smile at him. "I can try... I can go downstairs and sleep on the sofa so you can have a quiet night."
Laszlo shook his head, pulling at your arm gently until he could lace his fingers with yours, holding on tightly as he cracked a smile. "I'm not going anywhere. One night's sleep being missed won't mean anything."
You glared at him, trying not to laugh because you knew it would make your ribs ache and would make your chest tighten and feel like it was being stabbed with a blunt axe. "Yet you have a go at me about staying up."
"I have to," he said quietly. "I... I care about you, and I don't want you to be in pain."
You huffed, nodding and daring to wriggle up against his side, sighing heavily and coughing for a while before you groaned and swallowed thickly, able to feel mucous and phlegm at the back of your throat, the sticky texture of it making you want to gag and retch. "Laszlo?"
"Yes?"
"I love you," you whispered. "But tomorrow... no fucking soup, or stew, or broth or whatever the fuck. I'm sick of that shit."
"You're sick," he pointed out. "It'll help."
"So would a chilie, or a curry," you told him.
Laszlo hummed. "I can see what I can do about it... maybe Cyrus can take me to town and I can get some things but... would you be alright?"
"Yeah," you said gently, trying to be soft on your own throat. "I'm sick, I'm not dying. Or stupid."
He nodded, able to feel your sweat drip down on his shirt, a small pool of it starting to form; a shirt could be cleaned, though, you being sick wouldn't be cured overnight. "Is there anything you need? Medicine, water, food, or-"
"I'd kill for a cigarette," you admitted.
"You're sick, smoking isn't going to help," he grumbled. "I meant anything to help you relax."
"A lick of whisky wouldn't do much harm," you mused. "You got any of that hanging about?"
"Actually, yes," he nodded. "I'll get it in a minute."
"Thank you."
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Laszlo Kreizler playlist
This isn't exactly a Laszlo playlist, but more of a set of songs that I associate with the feelings and thoughts I have for him (wheter it's because of the lyrics or the vibes of the song). I also believe some lyrics match with The Alienist world or Laszlo as a character.
It doesn't have a particular order, and some of the songs have to do with the story fanfic I make in my head with him.
What being in love with Laszlo Kreizler feels like
"The heart is simply a muscle." "Then why does mine beat faster whenever I see you?"
🪻Show Me Your Mind - Sunken
🪻Animal - Sir Chloe
🪻Stargirl Interlude - The Weeknd, Lana del Rey
🪻Paris, Texas - SYML, Lana del Rey
🪻La leçon particulière - Francis Lai, Christian Gaubert
🪻Playing Dangerous - Lana del Rey (unreleased)
🪻Teacher's Pet - Melanie Martinez
🪻Bloom For Me - Pearly Drops
🪻Sour Switchblade - Elita
🪻Je te laisserai des mots - Patrick Watson
🪻Sex with a Ghost - Teddy Hyde
🪻Dancing With Your Ghost - Sasha Alex Sloan
🪻Sad Girl - Lana del Rey
🪻(🇦🇷) In a Bar in Buenos Aires - Franz Gordon
🪻Glory Box - Portishead
🪻Pretty When You Cry - Lana del Rey
🪻Dark Beach - Pastel Ghost
🪻We'll Meet Again - Vera Lynn
🪻Put me In A Movie - Lana del Rey
🪻Starstruck (Single Version) - Sorry
🪻The World We Knew (Over And Over) - Frank Sinatra
🪻All I Wanted - Paramore
🪻Damn Those Eyes - Ashley Sienna
🪻Million Dollar Man - Lana Del Rey
🪻Meet Me In The Pale Monlight - Lana Del Rey (unreleased)
🪻New York City - Among Savages
🪻Smooth Operator (Single Version) - Sade
🪻Infinite - Findlay
🪻Dark Side - Ramsey
🪻Way down We Go - KALEO
🪻See You Bleed - Ramsey
🪻Salvatore - Lana Del Rey
🪻Real Boy - Lola Blanc
🪻Distractions - Fabrizio Paterlini
🪻Idea 22 - Gibran Alcocer
🪻Hopelessly Devoted To You - Olivia Newton-John
🪻We'll Meet Again - Frank Sinatra
🪻older - Isabel LaRosa
🪻Time In A Bottle - Jim Croce
🪻I Don't Want To Set The World On Fire - The Ink Spots
🪻Desire - MEG MYERS
🪻Terrible Thing- AG
🪻I Bet on Losing Dogs - Mitski
🪻You Are There - Frank Sinatra
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