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Yes, Doctor

ABBY ANDERSON X FEM!READER

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A/N- In light of me having the nastiest case of a virus (RSV) I have ever had in my entire life, I self-projected onto Abby again with how I act when I'm sick... Super apologetic, clingy, guilty about asking for anything, still thinks she can do anything, typical puppy act. Imma need you guys to worry about me, I may never talk right again istg...

WARNINGS: Abby being sick, brief descriptions of vomiting (I swear it isn't that bad), shower hugs (not sexual, just cute), Owen being a tool, Abby crying, this is just fluff, I'm sorry it's so sweet you will get a toothache.

SYNOPSIS: Abby comes down with a pretty nasty cold, and it's up to you to take care of her.

“Abby? Abby, baby, are you awake yet? We’ve gotta get moving—”

The sound of loud crashing made you immediately go on high alert and you nearly broke down her bedroom door just to get inside. It didn’t take much; Manny left the door unlocked.

Your hand was resting on your pistol, ready to fend off intruders, but you were only met with your girlfriend on the floor, her legs halfway out of her cargo pants and her hands pushing so hard into the floor that you feared she had been hurt in some way.

“Abby,” You holstered the gun again and you raced over to her, getting down on your knees and reaching for her face. “Baby, are you okay? What’s wrong?”

“M’fine,” Abby gulped, looking up at you and immediately, your hands went to her face and your heart started racing. And it wasn’t just because she was beautiful and stole your breath away… No, Abby was literally burning up and covered in sweat.

Her hair was free from her braid that she normally got up early just to fix all over again, and her clothes were sticking to every inch of her skin, but she was shivering like a leaf. Her voice was hoarse, and it wasn’t hard to tell that her breath smelled of vomit. You knew exactly what was wrong when you saw her gulp, and immediately started sniffling. “Oh baby, you’re sick…”

“No!” Abby immediately jumped off the floor, attempting to pull on her pants the rest of the way but getting winded halfway through and collapsing on her bed. “Just tired. I’ll be fine after I…”

You saw her hesitate and when searching her face, Abby looked as if she had just swallowed her own tongue. A hand went to her stomach and you reacted on instinct, dumping out whatever was residing in her small trash bin and holding it between her knees. Abby lurched forward and emptied the entirety of her stomach contents into the bucket.

You’ve seen a lot of gross things in your life, so Abby throwing up wasn’t exactly hard to handle. You held her long blonde hair back away from her face and gently rubbed her back as it seemed almost like she wouldn’t ever stop. When she did, you took the bandanna from your pocket and gently wiped her face, cleaning the tears from her cheeks and the strands of spit on her chin.

Poor strong, invincible Abby Anderson was sick as a dog, and completely in denial. There was no fucking way you were letting her go anywhere today. “You’re staying right here.”

“No, no, Isaac n-needs me at the—”

“To hell with what Isaac needs,” You scowl, narrowing your eyes at her and standing up from the floor. “I’ll radio over and tell him you are too sick to leave base. And I’m staying here to make sure you don’t try to sneak out when no one’s watching.”

“You’re gonna jeopardize your rotation to look after me?” Abby chuckled, and that immediately turned into the most heartbreaking coughing fit you’ve ever heard in your life. She sounded like she just took a cheese grater to her esophagus.

With a wordless glare, you turned yourself around and immediately headed for comms in order to call the FOB and let Isaac know that Abby and yourself weren’t going anywhere. He was angry at first, but after you explained her symptoms, in heavily graphic detail, he finally let it go and allowed you both to stay behind.

You decided to head down to the mess hall and grab a few fresh canteens of water along with some toast, just to see if Abby could keep something down. If not, you’d have to revert to other ways on keeping her from getting worse.

You returned to her room about ten minutes later and saw that she was still trying to leave, just as you suspected she would. “Abby, no! You’re not going anywhere!”

The blonde that you would normally be terrified of when talking to in such an aggressive voice just looked at you like you told her she couldn’t eat cake for dinner. Her face twisted in such abstract sadness and she collapsed into her hands, sobbing like a child.

Well… you didn’t expect that kind of reaction.

“Honey,” You sat down next to her, gently rubbing your hand down her back and holding her bicep as softly as possible. Her whole body was shaking and you wordlessly pulled her against you, allowing the blonde to press her face into your chest and cry until she felt better, which could take hours at this rate. “It’s okay, Abby… Shhh… I'm sorry, honey... I didn't mean to yell—”

“They need me out there,” She sniffled, wiping her nose on the back of her hand and looking at you with the most heartbreaking expression you’ve seen her carry in your entire fucking life. If looks could break hearts, this was one of them. Abby did an amazing impression of a wounded puppy. “They n-need me to k-keep them safe a-and—”

“Abby, you can’t keep anybody safe when you’re like this,” You gently reach forward and push the hair away from her sticky forehead, using the sleeve of your long-sleeved shirt to wipe the sweat away from her skin. “You can’t keep yourself safe like this… you could get hurt out there. Maybe even get killed—”

“Bullshit,” Abby chuckled like what you said was some bad joke.

“You aren’t immortal, Abby,” You ran your fingers through her hair slowly, trying to calm her down. “Even you aren’t safe from death, doesn’t matter how much you can deadlift.”

Abby scoffed but couldn’t help but smile at your words as she finally seemed to accept the fact that she wasn’t going anywhere. Wordlessly, she fell over and put her head on your shoulder, leaning against you and happily accepting that your hands were slightly chilly compared to her hot face. You pressed your palms against her cheeks and frowned. You had to bring her temperature down somehow.

“Come on, let’s get you into a shower,” You slowly lifted her off the bed and grabbed one of her towels that were hanging off the side of the top bunk part of her bed that was just used as a storage space. “You smell like puke.”

“Shut up,” Abby snipped back, wrapping an arm over your shoulders as you led her out of the dorm room and to the communal showers which were, for the most part, empty minus a few stragglers that had today off. When they saw Abby, however, they cleared away from her like she was infected with the plague from how terrible she looked.

“You aren’t supposed to shower with someone else,” One of the new soldier recruits said. You let out a scoff and pulled out your pistol, pointing it at her face and looking her dead in the eyes.

“How ‘bout now?” The half-naked woman held her hands up and immediately began walking away, like you scared the shit out of her with one simple gesture. You mocked her with fake sympathy. “Aw, different story? Come on back… Dumbass.”

It took almost all of your focus to keep Abby from hitting the floor as you helped her out of her clothes, stripping them off one by one and creating a pile by the locker as you stripped off your own clothes and hid your pistol under your jeans. Abby immediately started coughing, bringing her arm up to cover it as she pushed her face into her elbow.

The steam and the change in temperature must have shocked her lungs and you suddenly felt guilty. “I’m sorry honey, I didn’t think about the steam… okay, easy… breathe slowly, okay?” You gently rubbed at her back and led her towards the stall on the far end, resting your girlfriend’s beautifully muscular body against the shower wall and trying not to look too turned on by her as you turned on the water.

In the process of turning the knobs to try and get it to the perfect lukewarm temperature, you felt Abby curl her arms around your middle and rest her forehead against your back, pushing her face between your shoulder blades and panting like she couldn’t catch her breath. This was clearly taking a lot out of her, and you needed to work fast, but you couldn’t help yourself. You had to comfort her.

“It’s okay, baby… Once you’re cleaned off, we’ll go straight back to bed, okay? Shouldn’t take more than ten minutes, I promise,” You cooed, turning around and slowly leading Abby into the semi-warm water that hit her body and she went stiff at the temperature. You knew she loved her showers blistering hot, but any hotter and it could make her fever worse, maybe even make her pass out.

“Fuck, that’s cold,” Abby whined, hiding her entire body against yours as she held you close and shivered. You slowly adjusted the temperature, making it as hot as you felt comfortable offering her while pressing little kisses against her face. “J-Just a little hotter, please?”

You rolled your eyes. “It’s gotta stay lukewarm, Abby. Come on, you know this; your friends are medics.”

“Can’t blame me for trying?” Abby looked down at you as she stood up straight, her blonde hair sticking to her skin as she leaned down and pressed a little kiss on your lips. You held your breath, knowing she still smelled like vomit, and she knew that she did as well, but was wondering just how far she could push before you demanded she brush her teeth.

“Alright, come on, tilt your head back,” You turned her around and stepped away from the spray, allowing the water to slide down her hair as you ran your fingers through it and scraped them across her scalp. You felt her shiver at your nails on her skin and you reached for the shampoo inside of the stall, gently adding a small amount to her hairline and working it into a lather. “Feeling better?”

“Cleaner, maybe… I don’t know about better,” Abby’s heart was racing like a wild horse, and normally it would be because you two were taking a shower together. But now, it was pure exhaustion. Abby was fighting just to stay standing.

“Okay, well your hair is clean, now just have to do… all this,” You gestured to her body and she rolled her eyes at your words.

“Don’t even; you love all this,” Abby teased playfully, reaching down and gently squeezing your rear as the water raced down her back and kept her warm. You must’ve been freezing in comparison; your skin was so cold! “Baby, come here, you can be under the water too!”

“Abby, I already took a shower this morning,” You chuckled. “This isn’t about me; this is about you.”

“But you’re cold,” She frowned deeper, wrapping her arms around you like it was all she could do to warm you up. You rolled your eyes and kissed her cheek, trying to get her to let you go but she was now standing still, holding you like you might float away if she let you go. “No, stay right here. You're not going anywhere.”

“Abigail,” You warned, using her full name as a threat. She huffed like a child and shoved her face into your neck. “You’ve got like… three minutes left in here, come on—”

“Mm-mmm,” She shook her head, humming a disapproving sound as she kept you still. You couldn’t fight her off even if you wanted to. The only saving grace that could separate you two was if her illness acted up… and that’s exactly what happened. The scent of the shampoo finally reached her nose and Abby tensed up before sneezing, stepping away from you and covering her face with both hands.

She sneezed almost five times and you smirked, grabbing the bar of soap on the shower rack and waiting patiently for her little sneeze fit to be over. When she finally caught her breath and looked up at you, she immediately started pouting. “Fine, you win. Scrub me down already.”

“Mm-hmm, that’s what I thought.”

It was about fifteen minutes later when you both returned to her dorm room, having to walk back in just towels after dumbly forgetting to bring spare changes of clothes for both of you. Luckily, the only people in the hall were the ones that knew better than to look at Abby for more than ten seconds. And you brandishing your gun was also a good motivator.

As soon as you two were back inside, you helped her down and immediately started drying her off after locking all of the doors. Now you two were officially quarantined to keep the rest of the WLF base from getting sick and you didn’t need random soldiers looking inside to see where the top-ranking soldier was on a busy day and why she wasn’t in the field.

Once her skin was dry, you helped her into a fresh set of clothes, sliding on her skin-tight boxer shorts and long-sleeved lightweight sleep shirt that should keep her temperature at a manageable level. As soon as you were dressed in some of her clothes as well, you sat her down on the bed and began to run a brush through her long blonde hair.

“Don’t fuck it up,” Abby warned, like there was any real bite to her voice. You rolled your eyes and began to easily braid her hair like you had been doing it all your life.

“You forget that I did this for you when you broke your damn finger, missy?” You taunted. Abby responded with her middle finger, which you immediately started laughing at when you saw the scar over her middle knuckle. “Yeah, that’s the finger you broke!”

“Are you done?” Abby snapped, and you simply tugged on her hair to keep her still.

“Remind me, how did you break it?”

“…slammeditinthetruckdoor—” Abby mumbled under her breath.

“You slammed it in the truck door,” You repeated, almost like the way she said it wasn’t good enough. A low groan of embarrassment left her as you giggled and tied her braid off at the end with a strip of ribbon that you found on her nightstand. Once you both were finally set, you offered Abby the canteen of water and began to readjust her pillows so she would be sitting up a little straighter on the mattress.

Abby downed almost half the water in the canteen but immediately started coughing again when she pulled it away, her hand going to her chest as she slightly pounded on her sternum.

“Easy, easy,” You cooed softly, rubbing her back and trying to help her breathing, hoping that she would get her breath back and could stop coughing. When she finally did, you rewarded her with a kiss to her cheek and scooted her over a little. “Here, lay down on me.”

“What, why?”

“Just listen to me for once,” You sighed, laying down on the pillows that you pulled off the top of her bunk and watched the blonde sigh and crawl on top of you, wrapping one arm around your middle and resting her cheek against your chest. You gently rubbed up and down her back, slipping your hand under her shirt and caressing her skin and rubbing at the creases of her spine. She was so warm that it almost scared you. “Poor thing… you must feel awful.”

“I do…” Abby whined, sniffling and wiping at her nose again with the back of her hand. “This is the worst thing that could have happened.”

“What have we learned?” You looked down, your nails gently scratching at her back.

Abby feigned innocence. “Mmmm… I dunno what you’re talking about—”

“Abby, we both know why you’re sick,” You looked down at her and saw her avoid your gaze as her cheeks turned a soft pink. “Don’t walk on thin ice when you don’t know how deep the water is.”

“You know damn well that my boot got stuck in the snow and I fell in,” Abby said defiantly, and you could hear it. The more she talked, the more nasally she got, and it wasn’t long until she was breathing through her mouth because her nose was so stuffed up.

“Okay, I’m sorry honey,” You scratched down the length of her spine, making her shudder as she closed her eyes and simply basked in your soft touch. Your gentle caresses and soft scratching felt like heaven on her sore, aching muscles as she was already starting to fall asleep against your chest, her breathing becoming heavier. You continued to scratch at her skin, not even caring how tired your arm was getting as Abby snored peacefully.

Normally she didn’t snore so loudly, but she couldn’t breathe through her nose, and she was incredibly sick, so you weren’t about to hold it against her. Luckily for you, you could fall asleep through anything, so it wasn’t that hard to doze off with her aggressive snoring.

It was about 2 hours later when you heard aggressive knocking on the door and let out a huff of annoyance. Very carefully, you wiggled out from underneath Abby, pulling the blanket up to fully cover her body as you walked over to the door and unlocked it.

“Owen?” You blinked a few times, trying to adjust to the light in the hall. “What is it?”

“Manny said that she was sick,” He looked over your shoulder and saw Abby under the blanket on her bed. “Is she okay?”

“She’s fine,” You said, trying so hard not to be aggressive with him. “I’m taking care of her.”

“Making sure she gets enough water? Has she eaten anything? I can run down to the mess hall and—”

“Owen,” You interrupted, staring the man in the eyes. “I said I’m taking care of her. I can handle this on my own—”

“But you don’t know what she’s like when she’s sick. She’s kind of a pain in the ass and she’s angry all the time—”

“Really? Cause she hasn’t been like that at all with me,” You shoot back, narrowing your eyes at him and sliding the door until the only thing he was able to focus on was you, and not his ex-girlfriend. “Owen, do yourself a favor and walk away.”

“But I can—”

“You come into this room, and I will stop you,” You held the door closed even after he tried to push it open. Owen looked like he was trying to set you on fire with his eyes, clearly pissed that you weren’t giving in and letting him see her, in any capacity. “You don’t get it. Abby is at her most vulnerable right now. She’s sick, and she needs someone who will actually take care of her, not make her feel worse.”

“I wouldn’t make her feel worse,” Owen stepped forward, making you lean back to avoid his breath. Did this man ever brush his damn teeth? Apocalypse or not, he had toothpaste, for the love of fuck. “I just want to—”

“She’s not yours anymore, Owen,” You stepped out of the room and into the hallway, aggressively slamming the door and getting in his face. Now he was able to see that you were wearing her clothes and had this aura of protectiveness about you that would make Isaac think twice about challenging you right now. “Abby is dating me. And the sooner you come to peace with that, the sooner you can stop embarrassing yourself.”

“This isn’t about… This wasn’t—” Owen stumbled over his words, looking at you like you were insane. “I’m not doing this because—”

“Then you’d have no problems with me telling Mel that you were here? Trying to take care of her and push me aside so you could?” You crossed your arms. Owen immediately went silent and looked like he wanted to beat the shit out of you, but instead, he walked away almost instantly.

You scoffed as he went down the hallway. “That’s what I fuckin’ thought.”

As soon as you opened the door and returned to the room, you looked up to see Abby standing at the foot of the stairs, the blanket wrapped around her body. There was this pouty look on her face as she looked up at you and you frowned at her expression. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

“M’hungry… Can I go and get food?” She was practically begging you now.

“No, you have to stay here,” You stepped forward, leaning down and kissing her forehead. “Go lay back down, sweetheart. I’ll get us some food, okay?”

“You don’t have to—”

“I want to,” You led her back to bed and fluffed the pillows, easing her back down on the mattress and tucking the blanket under her like you were wrapping her up like a burrito. “There, better?”

“Now you’re just being weird,” Abby chuckled, which immediately triggered a coughing fit. You rolled your eyes and helped her drink some water to try and soothe her throat. But now that the blanket got jostled around, she was less comfortable. “Can you do it again?”

She was like a puppy, begging for attention, but ashamed to ask for help. You repeated the process and tucked the blanket under her body, kissing her forehead and sliding her hoodie over your torso, leaving the room in just her shorts, hoodie, and your socks. You didn’t even bother with shoes.

“Don’t go anywhere. I will be right back, okay?”

“Yes, doctor,” She rolled her eyes and tried to go back to sleep as you left the room and headed down into the mess hall. It didn’t take you a ton of time, as the stadium was damn near empty today.

You heard from the soldiers that were on rotation that Scar attacks were getting more and more frequent, and they were taking heavy losses. A lot of people you knew were probably dead and in body bags, waiting to be buried when the ground was no longer frozen. Unless they requested when they joined to be burned… a lot of people actually requested to be burned.

There was this sickening feeling inside of your stomach as you went to the kitchen and sweet talked one of the cooks into giving you two helpings of chicken and rice soup to take with you back upstairs to Abby’s dorm.

The entire walk back, that feeling wouldn’t go away… You knew that if you hadn’t stopped Abby from leaving today… if she had gone out in the cold, braving the snow and forcing her exhausted body to do what it normally does when she feels fine… You knew Abby would have made a mistake today. You knew something would have happened and Abby would have ended up dead.

You pushed open the door to Abby’s room and kicked it closed behind you, slowly approaching her little kitchen area with the pitcher of soup that had more than enough for the both of you. You went into her cabinet and saw that she only had three clean bowls left, sighing and pouring the soup into two of them.

When you came back to her bed with the two bowls and two spoons, you saw Abby rolling over to her other side and looking up to meet your eyes. You sat down on the bed next to her and helped her into a sitting position, offering her the soup. “Slowly, okay? If you start to feel nauseous don’t keep eating.”

“I know,” Abby nodded, obediently following your orders as she took her time eating the soup. You were done in half the time and carried your bowl back to the sink and came back to sit next to her. It wasn’t until you were really looking at her that you noticed she was crying again.

“Abby?” You carefully placed the bowl on the floor and in seconds, Abby was crawling into you, her face pushing into your stomach as her tears stained the fabric of her hoodie on your body. “Honey, it’s okay… it’s okay, why are you crying?”

“Thank you…” She sobbed, her face turning red from the tears as she couldn’t control her weeping and how bad her body was shaking from it. “H-He’s right; I’m a pain in the ass when I’m sick, and you… you’re being so nice and you’re t-taking care of me and I d-don’t deserve it—”

“Hey, hey, absolutely not,” You reached down and took Abby’s face in your hands, wiping her tears away with your thumbs and pressing your forehead down against hers. “You are none of those things… You deserve all of this and so much more, sweetheart… I’d take care of you every single day if you let me.”

“But… But I’m so stubborn—”

“Baby, it’s cute,” You giggled, stroking her cheek with your thumb and smearing the wetness of her tears against her skin. You knew she hated it when you called her cute, but you couldn’t help it. “You have been nothing but adorable all day long, and it made it so hard to leave the room just to go get us something to eat.”

“M’not cute,” She huffed, looking away from your eyes. You smirked and pressed a little kiss on her nose, to which she simply leaned into a little more like she couldn’t get enough of your soft touches and little kisses. The gesture alone was enough to melt your heart.

“I know, you’re my ruthless killer,” You teased. The blonde sighed and dropped her head back down onto your lap and tried to calm her breathing down after sobbing harder than she ever wanted to do again in her life. “Do you feel better, honey?”

“Tired again…” Abby yawned, pushing her face into your thigh and trying to tug you back down onto the bed. “Can you lay down again? Like before, and…”

“Yes, I’ll hold you, baby,” You went back to the way you were laying before Owen decided to ruin everything and you felt her adjust the blanket, so it was back overtop of both of you, her arms wrapping around your body and clinging to you like she needed you to keep breathing.

You wordlessly went back to scratching down her spine and she was out like a light in minutes again.

And if you thought today was rough… The next day was worse.

Abby was still sick, and her guilt reached an all-time high when she saw you coughing and sneezing just like she was.

“I knew the risk, Abby,” You reassured her, sniffling a little and leaning up to give her a kiss, now not worried at all about swapping germs. “I knew I was gonna get sick too. It’s an honor to catch this from you… besides, just means we don’t have to go out and we can stay in until we’re better.”

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