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Connor x reader I will look after you, sequel.

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Connor x reader I will look after you sequel.

The next day you awoke with a snuffly nose, your throat was hurting badly and your body had dull ach to it. You sat up in bed, hearing the relaxing patter of gentle rain from outside. You groaned, having promised to visit Connor before heading off to help doctor White and now, not only were you ill, but you would also be getting soaked. Sighing you clambered reluctantly out of bed, pulling on a warm dress, and brushing your hair before tying it back to keep it out of your face. Then you headed downstairs, doctor White had already left, no doubt to visit a patient. You felt too ill for breakfast, so you simply headed out. The rain fell at a calm rate, though as you walked along you got surprisingly wet. Reaching Denver house, you knocked on the door, coughing.

Connor opened it with a smile. You were pleased to see that he was looking well again. "(y/n), you are drenched, come in."

"Thanks Connor." You said, fighting the urge to cough and hoping the cold was not too obvious in your voice.      

Once inside, he pulled you into a warm hug, a hug you really needed right now. Though through your relaxation, a few coughs escaped your mouth. You sniffed and snuggled in further to his warm chest. He rested his chin on your head. Then he pulled back to look at you, you were very pale, with some darkness under your eyes, sniffly, coughing again. Connor narrowed his eyes. "You are ill?" He pointed out.

"No, it's just the rain." You explained.  

"Well, you are the nurse....."

"Yes, and speaking of which...." You sighed and looked away. "....I have to help the doctor all day. So, maybe I can come around this evening or something?" You suggested.

"Yes, that's fine. Why don't you have dinner here?" He offered.

"Okay then. I better be off. I love you." You kissed his cheek. Before heading out into the rain, sneezing uncontrollably.

The day passed, every moment dragging. You started to feel worse and worse. Until you could hardly focus, you seemed to be coming down with a fever. Walking in the worsening weather to every house, to administer and deliver medication, was taking its toll. By the end of the long day, you were drenched, coughing so badly your cheats ached, sneezing all the time which was causing your nose to sting, you hadn't eaten due to your extremely sore throat, which made talking to people very difficult and uncomfortable. Not to mention the lack of energy, aching and temptiture in your body. You arrived at Connors, though you just wanted bed, you couldn't let him down, not now. "(y/n), you look freezing! Get inside." He hurried you in. Looking at you. "You are ill! Are you not?" He said, looking at your sneezing self.

"It's just the weather...." Your voice hoarse as you spoke.  

Connors eyes looked saddened. "That is not the weather. You look awfully ill, please, come to bed. Right now." He took your arm and ignored you little objections as he lead you upstairs. Then he opened a door to a guest room, "There, now....maybe you should get those wet things off and put on..." He looked around. "Just a moment." He walked out, leaving you to stand shaking by the fire. Touching the burn scar on your cheek, thinking back to your parents death. Connor reappeared. "This may do." He suggested, passing you one of his warm shirts.

"Th...th...thank you...Co...Connor." You said between your teeth chattering.  


He smiled. "I'll go and make some soup. Put that on and get dry." He said, then kissed your cold damp cheek and left, shutting the door quietly behind him.

You pulled your soaked clothing off. Drying yourself by the fire, then pulling on the warm shirt Connor had given you. It was more like a short dress to you, due to how small you were compared to Connor. You clambered into the bed, coughing violently. You were beginning to think just how stupid you had been, to spend the day traipsing around in such dreadful weather.

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Connor moved around the kitchen gathering the soup ingredients, then he began cutting them up and stuffing them in the pan to boil. He sighed feeling hurt that (y/n)'s sickness was obviously due to him. Now she seemed really ill, worse than he had been. Then it was no surprise if she had been out in the rain and gotten soaked, combined with dragging herself around to help everybody. He mentally cursed himself for not being more insistent this morning, if only he had realised she was really ill. Now all he could do was look after her and do the best he could. Though he had a small nagging thought of guilt that wouldn't leave his mind, maybe if he hadn't kissed her, she would have been fine....

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Connor came into the room, with a tray of warm soup, buttered bread and tea. You smiled at him in thanks. You tried to eat as much soup as you could manage, barely nibbling at the bread and slowly sipping the warm tea. Listening to Connor talk about anything and everything. Eventually you pushed the tray away. "Thank you Connor." You muttered before yawning.  

"It's okay, you tuck down my dear." He whispered, kissing your forehead. You nodded, snuggling under the blankets. You watched him carry the tray and walk out, hearing his footsteps fade. Your eyes began to slip shut. Soon you feel into a restless, uncomfortable sleep.

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Connor returned upstairs to see (y/n) was sleeping. She tossed and turned for a moment, mumbling something indefinable in her sleep. He touched her forehead, finding it too be boiling hot. He sighed and pulled her blankets down a little, to see her body was shacking violently. Connor bit his lip with concerned. He got a cool bowl of water and a cloth, then placed the cool damp cloth one her forehead. He repeated this for over an hour. (y/n) suddenly sat up. "Mother?" She called out in the dim room, glancing around seeming utterly confused.

"Shh (y/n), it's okay." Connor said, easing her to lie back down. "There, now you close your eyes and rest." He said gently. She did and fell back into sleep. Connor rubbed his face, feeling panic for her, clearly the fever was very high. Maybe he should go and fetch Doctor White, or perhaps he should just see how she goes through the night. Connor began to feel panic, what if.....she didn't make it? Maybe tiredness was getting to him, but it was a point. There was a chance the fever would take her life and it was his fault. If she did make it, would she forgive him. Connor pressed a hand to her cheek. "Please stay strong (y/n), I love you so much, with all my heart and soul." He whispered, taking one of her hands into his own. Slowly feeling his eyes grow heavy, Connor slipped into a peaceful sleep.

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You awoke to the sounds of soft snoring, opening your reluctant eyes to see Connor, his head resting on the side of the bed, his hand entwined with one of yours. You smiled, before moaning slightly. Your entire body ached terribly, you felt boiling hot, congested, your throat was still hurting badly and your head was pounding. By the looks of the late morning sun streaming in through the half pulled curtains, you and Connor had both slept late. Connor flicked his eyes open sharply and gazed to you, sitting up quickly. "(y/n), you're awake. How....how are you?" You pointed to your throat and gestured for a drink. "Oh...." He poured some water from the jug on the side then passed you the cup. You sat up, sipping it, the cool liquid eased your stinging, burning throat.

"Thanks Connor." You said, your voice sounding raspy and week.

"It's alright (y/n)..." He paused looking at you with a small smile.

When his gaze didn't shift it made you shuffled "Umm....what?" You asked.

"Sorry, I was just surprised, even when you are ill you look beautiful." His flattering words surprised you slightly, but they were said with so much truth in his voice and his eyes so filled with affection. You couldn't help but smile.

"I don't think that's true Connor." You whispered.

He leaned and placed a small kiss on your forehead. "Yes it is." You both held each others gaze for a moment, a moment of bliss, a moment even your terrible cold couldn't ruin. Or so you thought, a sneeze made you break the gaze, you pouted muttering how colds ruined everything, but Connor only chuckled. "How about some breakfast?" He suggested.

You sighed. "I don't really have much of an appetite."  

"Well, I will make you something small." He said, getting up and running his fingers through his hair, before walking out. You leaned back, letting your eyes close again.  Feeling a shiver overtake you, you pulled the covers up tightly around you, coughing and sneezing as you did so. A short time passed, then Connor entered the room once again. "Porridge." He announced, holding up the  small bowl.

You sniffed it as the bowl was placed down, though you didn't want anything right now, you knew it was best. "Thank you Connor." You said, smiling weekly at him. You started to shovel mouthfuls of the milky, steamy hot oats into your mouth. Listening to Connor talk about his younger days, what he was planning for the future and such, helped to take your mind off of the cold symptoms. You ate half of your porridge before dozing off once again under the covers.

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Three days passed, and you had started to recover well. You woke up, feeling your throat pain had faded considerably, your body still felt a little washed out and achy, but nothing unbearable, you still had a cough hanging around you. But all in all you felt far better than the previous three days. Soon enough you decided not to wait for Connor to bring breakfast or anything. You climbed out of bed, walking over and getting yourself into a bath, it was still early morning and Connor was probably still sleeping. The hot water relaxed your tender body, the steam clearing your noise, and the smell of your favourite oil causing you to completely relax. You put your head back and closed your eyes. Eventually you got out from the velvety water and dried of. Dressing in a soft comfy dress, you headed downstairs.  Connor was just stirring a pan of creamy porridge. "(Y/n)?" He looked a little surprised to see you up at first, but then smiled. "How did you sleep?"

"I slept pretty good, thanks. Yourself?" You walked over to peep into the pan, inhaling the sent of oats, milk and sugar.

"I rested well, thank you." He started to spoon the mixture into two bowls. "Would you like to eat on the porch?" He offered, passing you the bowl and a spoon.

"Umm.....yes, that'd be nice."

You and Connor sat down next to one another, the sun streamed down between the few puffy white clouds that wondered about in the cool blue sky, a slight breeze pushed your hair back as it blew passed rustling the leaves. The birds sung their little hearts out in the tree tops. You finished the porridge and leaned back. "It's so peaceful and beautiful here."

"Yes, it is." Connor agreed.

"Thank you for taking care of me these passed few days Connor." You smiled at him, as you cuddled into his chest.

He sighed, guilt washing over his face. "It was my fault you got ill in the first place. I am so sorry (y/n)." His dark brown eyes locked with yours for a moment.

"Connor, It doesn't matter, you took wonderful care of me, and being with you, sick or not, was lovely." You said, placing a soft kiss on his cheek.  

He blushed slightly. "I love you so much (y/n)." He said, kissing you nose.

You giggled. "I love you too Connor."

He smiled and placed his lips perfectly onto your own, you relaxed into the deepening kiss, moaning slightly at the feeling of his warm lips against your own. He pulled away slowly. "I suppose there has been one good thing about you being ill."

"Oh?" You smirked.

"Doctor White hasn't requested your help every second of the day." He pointed out.

"Hmm....That is true." Perhaps I should stay 'sick' for awhile then." You both laughed slightly. And that is just what you did, spending the next few days with Connor, enjoying every moment with him.

A little sequel for pandanotes.deviantart.com/art/…, I truly hope you enjoyed this LovelySinner7. Sorry it isn't that long.

I apologise it took me awhile to upload, I've been having a little writers block, and now I've gotten really ill (again). Ahhh well, at lest I can relate to the reader.

 Anyways I hope everyone liked this.

 

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Hope u feel better soon if your sick right now hugys