Super Short Fic: McChicken Pox
I wrote this off the top of my head. And I'm too lazy to edit and stuff. So if it sucks, it's entirely my fault. lol
Disclaimer: These characters belong to Shonda.
I groan as the alarm clock started doing it's job, filling the room with that annoying high-pitched beeping. I bury my face deeper into my pillow and wait for the beeping to stop but it didn't. I roll onto my back, opening my eyes just a little. He's sleeping on his stomach, his face turned away from me. I use my arm to give him a light shove. That should wake him up. But it didn't.
"Der," I mutter with my eyes closed.
Nothing.
"Der?" I give him another shove. A little harder this time.
Still nothing.
"DEREK!"
The alarm clock continues beeping.
A sudden realization come to my mind -- It's not normal for him to sleep through all this. Immediately, I open my eyes and sit up. "Derek?" I put my hand on his shoulder and the heat coming from his body surprises me. I reach over to turn the alarm off. The room is dark because of the curtains so I squint to try to see more clearly as I peer at him. With half of my body on top of him, I can tell that he's definitely running a fever. But why? Worry and concern for him envelopes me.
"Der?" I whisper as I place my palm on his cheek. "Derek, wake up for me for a sec." I say, running my thumb over his eyebrow.
His face twitches and he makes a low humming sound. "You're running a fever." I tell him. He groans but complies as I gently roll him to his back. "I'll go get the thermometer."
I rummage through the medicine cabinet in the bathroom. No thermometer. I grab my robe and put it on as I go out to the other bathroom. "Oh thank God." I say as I fish the thermometer behind a stack of tampons. I put it in my pocket and go downstairs to grab some Tylenol and a glass of water.
I turn the light on as I enter the room. I put the water and medicine on his side table. I'm setting up the thermometer as I turn to look at him. And I could not stop the gasp that escaped my lips. There was my husband, laying in our bed with....chicken pox all over his face.
"Oh my God, Derek!"
"Hmm? Wha...?" He bolts right up, awaken by my sudden outburst. "Mer?"
"No no no. Don't sit up. Just...lay down." I sit by his side.
He complies and groans as he notice what's in my hands. "Do I have a fever?"
"Yeah, you..." I bite my lip, not knowing how to break the news to him.
"What? I what?" He asks, his fuzzy head getting awake by the second.
"I'm pretty sure you have chicken pox, Der." I sigh.
"What? That's not..." He trails off, lifting his arms so he can see them. "Oh my God! I have chicken pox?!"
"That's...yes, chicken pox. Don't scratch." I gently pull his hand away from his face.
He pouts like a five year old. "But it's itchy!" His hand moves to scratch at his arm. But I'm fast to swat his hand away.
"Aw! Be nice! I'm sick!" He whines. "I can't believe I have chicken pox. I thought I had this when I was a kid."
"Well, obviously, you thought wrong." I reply, giving him sympathetic smile and stand up. "Here, take this for your fever. Then you should call the board and let them know."
Derek nods and pops a Tylenol in his mouth.
When I return, all showered and dressed for work, Derek is still sitting up against the headboard patting at his arm. He looks so adorable with that miserable look on his face and his hair sticking out in all directions that I couldn't help but giggle.
Derek glares. "This is not funny."
"I know, I'm sorry. It's just....you were..." I laugh harder. Derek grumbles.
I move to sit on the edge on the bed, and I reach up to tenderly run my fingers through his hair. "You have bed hair." She murmur, my lips just inches away from his.
I was about to kiss him when he puts his hands on my shoulders. "Wait. I uh..." He self consciously touched the lesions on his face. "I don't think kissing is a good idea right now."
"Derek, I already had chicken pox. I'm sure of it."
"Oh, I know. I just...I don't think..."
"Derek," I cut him off and hold his face with both hands.
"Yes?"
"Shut up and kiss me.
"Okay."
It was a gentle kiss - a simple 'hi good morning, i love you' kiss. When we break apart, we're smiling.
"I'm going to run to drug store to get you some Calamine lotion. I'll be right back, okay?"
"Okay." He smiles, sliding back down to the bed. And he thinks, maybe there's an upside to having chicken pox after all.
~END~
Disclaimer: These characters belong to Shonda.
I groan as the alarm clock started doing it's job, filling the room with that annoying high-pitched beeping. I bury my face deeper into my pillow and wait for the beeping to stop but it didn't. I roll onto my back, opening my eyes just a little. He's sleeping on his stomach, his face turned away from me. I use my arm to give him a light shove. That should wake him up. But it didn't.
"Der," I mutter with my eyes closed.
Nothing.
"Der?" I give him another shove. A little harder this time.
Still nothing.
"DEREK!"
The alarm clock continues beeping.
A sudden realization come to my mind -- It's not normal for him to sleep through all this. Immediately, I open my eyes and sit up. "Derek?" I put my hand on his shoulder and the heat coming from his body surprises me. I reach over to turn the alarm off. The room is dark because of the curtains so I squint to try to see more clearly as I peer at him. With half of my body on top of him, I can tell that he's definitely running a fever. But why? Worry and concern for him envelopes me.
"Der?" I whisper as I place my palm on his cheek. "Derek, wake up for me for a sec." I say, running my thumb over his eyebrow.
His face twitches and he makes a low humming sound. "You're running a fever." I tell him. He groans but complies as I gently roll him to his back. "I'll go get the thermometer."
I rummage through the medicine cabinet in the bathroom. No thermometer. I grab my robe and put it on as I go out to the other bathroom. "Oh thank God." I say as I fish the thermometer behind a stack of tampons. I put it in my pocket and go downstairs to grab some Tylenol and a glass of water.
I turn the light on as I enter the room. I put the water and medicine on his side table. I'm setting up the thermometer as I turn to look at him. And I could not stop the gasp that escaped my lips. There was my husband, laying in our bed with....chicken pox all over his face.
"Oh my God, Derek!"
"Hmm? Wha...?" He bolts right up, awaken by my sudden outburst. "Mer?"
"No no no. Don't sit up. Just...lay down." I sit by his side.
He complies and groans as he notice what's in my hands. "Do I have a fever?"
"Yeah, you..." I bite my lip, not knowing how to break the news to him.
"What? I what?" He asks, his fuzzy head getting awake by the second.
"I'm pretty sure you have chicken pox, Der." I sigh.
"What? That's not..." He trails off, lifting his arms so he can see them. "Oh my God! I have chicken pox?!"
"That's...yes, chicken pox. Don't scratch." I gently pull his hand away from his face.
He pouts like a five year old. "But it's itchy!" His hand moves to scratch at his arm. But I'm fast to swat his hand away.
"Aw! Be nice! I'm sick!" He whines. "I can't believe I have chicken pox. I thought I had this when I was a kid."
"Well, obviously, you thought wrong." I reply, giving him sympathetic smile and stand up. "Here, take this for your fever. Then you should call the board and let them know."
Derek nods and pops a Tylenol in his mouth.
When I return, all showered and dressed for work, Derek is still sitting up against the headboard patting at his arm. He looks so adorable with that miserable look on his face and his hair sticking out in all directions that I couldn't help but giggle.
Derek glares. "This is not funny."
"I know, I'm sorry. It's just....you were..." I laugh harder. Derek grumbles.
I move to sit on the edge on the bed, and I reach up to tenderly run my fingers through his hair. "You have bed hair." She murmur, my lips just inches away from his.
I was about to kiss him when he puts his hands on my shoulders. "Wait. I uh..." He self consciously touched the lesions on his face. "I don't think kissing is a good idea right now."
"Derek, I already had chicken pox. I'm sure of it."
"Oh, I know. I just...I don't think..."
"Derek," I cut him off and hold his face with both hands.
"Yes?"
"Shut up and kiss me.
"Okay."
It was a gentle kiss - a simple 'hi good morning, i love you' kiss. When we break apart, we're smiling.
"I'm going to run to drug store to get you some Calamine lotion. I'll be right back, okay?"
"Okay." He smiles, sliding back down to the bed. And he thinks, maybe there's an upside to having chicken pox after all.
~END~