Untitled Drabble
Title: Migraine Drabble (If anyone knows of a better title, feel free to suggest one as I suck at those)
Fandom: Detroit Red Wings, Real Person Fic
Pairing: Nick Lidstrom/Chris Osgood
Disclaimer: Owning people is bad, mmmkay
Summary: Migraine!Nick, worried!Oz, because I felt like some h/c
Chris was surprised to come to a quiet, dark house. It was later than he’d planned, but it wasn’t that late, only about 8:00. And Nick knew he wouldn’t be back until after dinner, so he knew his lover wasn’t pissed about that.
Nick’s car was in the driveway, and there was no note, so he doubted the older defenseman had gone anywhere. Nick never left without calling Chris’s cell phone or leaving a note on the kitchen counter since he knew Chris had a slight tendency to worry when he didn’t know where Nick was.
Wondering if his lover had decided to watch a movie in bed, all though it was slightly out of character for Nick to do so…usually Chris had to convince him to watch TV anywhere other than the couch. He headed up the stairs to find the bedroom dark. Panic started to set in before he noticed a lump in the sheets.
“Nicky?” He called, reaching out and turning on the light.
A soft groan was all that answered him, and worried, he crossed over to the bed. “Nick?” He worked hard at keeping the concern out of his voice as he sat down on the bed. “Babe, what’s wrong?”
“Migraine.” Nick grunted, not moving, eyes squinched shut. “Turn the light off.” He ordered. Chris obliged, moving quickly off the bed, too quickly he realized too late as he heard Nick groaning in agony again.
He switched the lights back off and returned to the bed, sliding down onto the floor next to Nick and reaching for his hand.
“I didn’t know you got migraines.” He said softly.
“Not that often.” Nick said slowly. “Been a few years.”
“How bad?”
“Dizzy. Nauseous. Scared I’ll get sick if I move. Light and sound hurt. Head hurts…worse than getting checked into the boards.”
“Take anything?”
“Yeah.” Nick grunted. “Some of the painkillers for when my knee gets really bad. Otherwise, just trying sleep and ice.”
Chris picked up the ice pack that had slipped off Nick’s forehead. “I think it’s time for another one.” He picked himself up off the floor and slipped out of the room, returning a few minutes later with a fresh ice pack, gently placing it on Nick’s forehead, taking a pillow from the bed before returning to his vigil on the floor. Chris was a restless sleeper and didn’t want his movements to disturb Nick.
He found Nick’s hand again and gently kissed it. “Love you, Nicky. I’ll be right here if you need me.” He whispered.
Fandom: Detroit Red Wings, Real Person Fic
Pairing: Nick Lidstrom/Chris Osgood
Disclaimer: Owning people is bad, mmmkay
Summary: Migraine!Nick, worried!Oz, because I felt like some h/c
Chris was surprised to come to a quiet, dark house. It was later than he’d planned, but it wasn’t that late, only about 8:00. And Nick knew he wouldn’t be back until after dinner, so he knew his lover wasn’t pissed about that.
Nick’s car was in the driveway, and there was no note, so he doubted the older defenseman had gone anywhere. Nick never left without calling Chris’s cell phone or leaving a note on the kitchen counter since he knew Chris had a slight tendency to worry when he didn’t know where Nick was.
Wondering if his lover had decided to watch a movie in bed, all though it was slightly out of character for Nick to do so…usually Chris had to convince him to watch TV anywhere other than the couch. He headed up the stairs to find the bedroom dark. Panic started to set in before he noticed a lump in the sheets.
“Nicky?” He called, reaching out and turning on the light.
A soft groan was all that answered him, and worried, he crossed over to the bed. “Nick?” He worked hard at keeping the concern out of his voice as he sat down on the bed. “Babe, what’s wrong?”
“Migraine.” Nick grunted, not moving, eyes squinched shut. “Turn the light off.” He ordered. Chris obliged, moving quickly off the bed, too quickly he realized too late as he heard Nick groaning in agony again.
He switched the lights back off and returned to the bed, sliding down onto the floor next to Nick and reaching for his hand.
“I didn’t know you got migraines.” He said softly.
“Not that often.” Nick said slowly. “Been a few years.”
“How bad?”
“Dizzy. Nauseous. Scared I’ll get sick if I move. Light and sound hurt. Head hurts…worse than getting checked into the boards.”
“Take anything?”
“Yeah.” Nick grunted. “Some of the painkillers for when my knee gets really bad. Otherwise, just trying sleep and ice.”
Chris picked up the ice pack that had slipped off Nick’s forehead. “I think it’s time for another one.” He picked himself up off the floor and slipped out of the room, returning a few minutes later with a fresh ice pack, gently placing it on Nick’s forehead, taking a pillow from the bed before returning to his vigil on the floor. Chris was a restless sleeper and didn’t want his movements to disturb Nick.
He found Nick’s hand again and gently kissed it. “Love you, Nicky. I’ll be right here if you need me.” He whispered.