Fic: Fever; Robert/Kristen
Fever
RPF. Robert Pattinson/Kristen Stewart. PG. 846 words.
Summary: Rob is sick. :(
Note: I started writing this for the No I Love Yous drabble-a-thon here but it got too long and so I'm posting it here on my LJ. Check out the drabble-a-thon though! :D
Kristen sneezed. And again. And then again. She wrapped her thick jacket tighter around herself, shuddering from the cold. This was nothing new. She had been sick off and on for all of production. No, what worried her was Robert coughing beside her, he’d been at it for nearly five minutes now.
She leaned over and rubbed his back absently until the coughing fit subsided. He smiled at her, though his teeth chattered from the cold. Kristen wished their damn car would just get here already.
“Good thing our kissing scenes are done, eh?”
“God knows you’ve coughed on me enough,” she rolled her eyes.
“You’re the one that got snot all over me.”
“I did not!”
He started to laugh but it turned into another coughing fit.
She bit her lip. “Did you see a doctor?”
He nodded. “I’m…fine.”
“It’s not the bronchitis thing again, is it?”
He shook his head. And then swayed a little where he stood.
Kristen gripped his arm, and reached up to feel his forehead.
“Shit, you’re hot.”
“Thank you,” he smirked.
“I meant you have a fever, idiot.”
Even when sick, he could annoy the crap out of her.
She was momentarily blinded by a pair of headlights but sighed with relief when she saw that it was a blue van. She tugged on Robert’s arm and led him to the car, waving goodbye to some of the crew while he got in.
-
It was a bit of a struggle getting Robert to bed when he was practically falling asleep on his feet. Luckily, Kristen had some practice half-carrying her wasted brothers and managed to maneuver him with very few incidents along the way. If only he didn’t have such large feet. She thought she might have some black and blue toes in the morning.
He was asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow and Kristen stripped him down to his shirt and boxer shorts and wrapped the blankets around his shivering frame. His skin was still hot but not as bad as she thought it was when they were out in the cold wind. She found a thermometer in the bathroom and took his temperature. 102.3.
She fixed a cold compress for his head and then briefly woke him up to feed him Tylenol and cough medicine.
She wondered why she bothered. It wasn’t her job to do this. She wasn’t his caretaker. She definitely wasn’t his girlfriend. And then she stopped thinking about it, she was too tired and it wasn’t like she could just leave him all alone like this. Even she, Kbitch, had a heart despite what her brothers and some of her friends claimed.
She sat on a chair by his bed with a bowl of cold of water, soaking and replacing his cold compress until she felt his temperature cool down a little. She’d never taken care of anyone like this. Never. Not even her brothers. They were all whiny brats when they were sick and when they were younger, her mom dealt with them. Then when they were older, their girlfriends.
She was surprised at how easy this was though, taking care of Rob, especially when he was sleeping so peacefully. He looked like a little boy and it made her feel things inside that she quickly and methodically stomped down on, then she swept away the remains and locked it in a drawer in the back of her brain. Way way way back.
She didn’t notice when she fell asleep. Only that she pillowed her head in her arms and let the exhaustion from the long day take over.
-
Kristen opened her eyes to the sunlight on her face, streaming in through the window. It took her a minute or two to get her bearings and remember where she was and why she was here. It took another minute for her to realize that she had a pillow under head, a mountain of blankets wrapped around her, and that she was lying down instead of sitting on a chair.
She rolled over and found Robert sitting up, his back against the headboard. There was a decent amount of space between them, good thing the bed was so large. She wondered when he had moved her.
“Morning,” he smiled.
She reached up automatically to feel his forehead.
“Your fever’s gone,” she said.
“Thanks to you.”
She rolled her eyes and moved to get up, untangling herself from the blankets.
“You know, people think you’re a bitch but you’re real warm and fuzzy inside, aren’t you?”
“Shut up,” she grumbled, as she bent over and tied the laces on one of her shoes.
His tone turned serious. “You took care of me all night. You didn’t have to do that.”
Kristen turned and pointed her other shoe at him. “We’re not talking about this. Ever. And if you tell anyone, I will make your life a living hell.”
He grinned and she quickly looked away, shoving her foot into her shoe.
“Thank you,” he said sincerely. “Breakfast? My treat.”
RPF. Robert Pattinson/Kristen Stewart. PG. 846 words.
Summary: Rob is sick. :(
Note: I started writing this for the No I Love Yous drabble-a-thon here but it got too long and so I'm posting it here on my LJ. Check out the drabble-a-thon though! :D
Kristen sneezed. And again. And then again. She wrapped her thick jacket tighter around herself, shuddering from the cold. This was nothing new. She had been sick off and on for all of production. No, what worried her was Robert coughing beside her, he’d been at it for nearly five minutes now.
She leaned over and rubbed his back absently until the coughing fit subsided. He smiled at her, though his teeth chattered from the cold. Kristen wished their damn car would just get here already.
“Good thing our kissing scenes are done, eh?”
“God knows you’ve coughed on me enough,” she rolled her eyes.
“You’re the one that got snot all over me.”
“I did not!”
He started to laugh but it turned into another coughing fit.
She bit her lip. “Did you see a doctor?”
He nodded. “I’m…fine.”
“It’s not the bronchitis thing again, is it?”
He shook his head. And then swayed a little where he stood.
Kristen gripped his arm, and reached up to feel his forehead.
“Shit, you’re hot.”
“Thank you,” he smirked.
“I meant you have a fever, idiot.”
Even when sick, he could annoy the crap out of her.
She was momentarily blinded by a pair of headlights but sighed with relief when she saw that it was a blue van. She tugged on Robert’s arm and led him to the car, waving goodbye to some of the crew while he got in.
-
It was a bit of a struggle getting Robert to bed when he was practically falling asleep on his feet. Luckily, Kristen had some practice half-carrying her wasted brothers and managed to maneuver him with very few incidents along the way. If only he didn’t have such large feet. She thought she might have some black and blue toes in the morning.
He was asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow and Kristen stripped him down to his shirt and boxer shorts and wrapped the blankets around his shivering frame. His skin was still hot but not as bad as she thought it was when they were out in the cold wind. She found a thermometer in the bathroom and took his temperature. 102.3.
She fixed a cold compress for his head and then briefly woke him up to feed him Tylenol and cough medicine.
She wondered why she bothered. It wasn’t her job to do this. She wasn’t his caretaker. She definitely wasn’t his girlfriend. And then she stopped thinking about it, she was too tired and it wasn’t like she could just leave him all alone like this. Even she, Kbitch, had a heart despite what her brothers and some of her friends claimed.
She sat on a chair by his bed with a bowl of cold of water, soaking and replacing his cold compress until she felt his temperature cool down a little. She’d never taken care of anyone like this. Never. Not even her brothers. They were all whiny brats when they were sick and when they were younger, her mom dealt with them. Then when they were older, their girlfriends.
She was surprised at how easy this was though, taking care of Rob, especially when he was sleeping so peacefully. He looked like a little boy and it made her feel things inside that she quickly and methodically stomped down on, then she swept away the remains and locked it in a drawer in the back of her brain. Way way way back.
She didn’t notice when she fell asleep. Only that she pillowed her head in her arms and let the exhaustion from the long day take over.
-
Kristen opened her eyes to the sunlight on her face, streaming in through the window. It took her a minute or two to get her bearings and remember where she was and why she was here. It took another minute for her to realize that she had a pillow under head, a mountain of blankets wrapped around her, and that she was lying down instead of sitting on a chair.
She rolled over and found Robert sitting up, his back against the headboard. There was a decent amount of space between them, good thing the bed was so large. She wondered when he had moved her.
“Morning,” he smiled.
She reached up automatically to feel his forehead.
“Your fever’s gone,” she said.
“Thanks to you.”
She rolled her eyes and moved to get up, untangling herself from the blankets.
“You know, people think you’re a bitch but you’re real warm and fuzzy inside, aren’t you?”
“Shut up,” she grumbled, as she bent over and tied the laces on one of her shoes.
His tone turned serious. “You took care of me all night. You didn’t have to do that.”
Kristen turned and pointed her other shoe at him. “We’re not talking about this. Ever. And if you tell anyone, I will make your life a living hell.”
He grinned and she quickly looked away, shoving her foot into her shoe.
“Thank you,” he said sincerely. “Breakfast? My treat.”