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aew-regression-cove · 22 days ago

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@agerefandomrambles , @babydagger86 , thought you might be interested in this :3 not agere but Dad Roo!!! ＼⁠(⁠^⁠o⁠^⁠)⁠／

I'm (Not So) Fine

Pairing - Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x daughter!reader

Word count - 1,720

Warnings - feeling ill, lil' bit of angst, fluff, Bradley's a good dad

Summary - you try to hide feeling unwell from your dad until it backfires

A/N - it's time for another request y'all! I feel I need to formally apologise to the anon who requested this because it's taken me this long to get it out. I hope this was worth the wait. I based this on something I've dealt with a few times in my life (I still to this day have no idea what causes them or what they were but they scare me every time they happen). as per y'all, please send in requests, feedback and enjoy!!!

From the moment Bradley saw you dragging your feet as you entered the kitchen for breakfast, he knew you were sick. You looked pale and when Bradley placed your plate down in front of you, you could barely stomach half of it before it became too much.

“y/n, are you feeling okay, sweetheart?” Bradley asked after taking a sip of his coffee, watching you carefully.

“Fine.” You mutter, head down as you take a sip from your glass of water before abruptly standing from your chair, grabbing your school bag, and slinging it over your shoulder. Bradley hurriedly put the plates and glasses away before rushing to say goodbye to you like he did every morning.

“Have a good day at school, sweetheart. If you need me, text, or call me.” Bradley says as he hugs you goodbye. He knew you weren’t feeling well, and he wasn’t going to push if you insisted you felt okay enough to go to school, so his best option was to give you the choice to contact him if school became too much. With one last kiss to the top of the head, Bradley let you go before packing up what he needed for work and heading out to the Bronco to drive to work where he was sure he was in for a long day.

You, however, were in for a longer day than your dad. The second you reached the doors of your high school you wanted to go home. Your head was throbbing, and your body was achy. You could barely process anything that any of your friends were saying to you without asking them to repeat themselves at least twice. Despite your body feeling like it had been run over by a truck, you were determined to get through the day without contacting your dad or heading home early. You figured if you chugged enough water your headache would calm down and then once you got home you could take some painkillers to help your aching body.

By the time you made it to the end of the school day, you were definitely feeling a lot worse than when you started the day, but you were still determined to prove to yourself that you weren’t unwell. Your head was still throbbing but the copious amounts of water you had drank had eased the pain slightly, but it didn’t do much for your achy body. Walking home only served to make everything ache more but you pushed through everything knowing that you could take some painkillers and then you can do your homework. When you cross the threshold of your house, you head straight upstairs to the bathroom to find the medicine in the first aid cupboard and then head back down to the kitchen to take the painkillers with some water before making a start on some homework.

You were sure the painkillers had taken effect by the time you heard your dad walk through the door. Your head was feeling clearer, and you weren’t so achy anymore and you couldn’t help the smug smile that briefly covered your face. You proved to yourself and your dad that you weren’t ill. It was just a moment of weakness.

“Hi, sweetheart. Good day?” Bradley says as he comes into the kitchen, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as he walks past on his way to put his travel mug in the dishwasher.

“Hi, dad. Yeah, I had a good day. How was your day?” You reply, smiling up at him as he smiles back.

“Can’t complain. Are you feeling okay?” Bradley says, crossing to you and gently pressing the back of his hand to your forehead, watching as you roll your eyes lightly.

“Dad, I’m fine I told you this morning.” You say as Bradley removes his hand from your head, fighting back a frown. You didn’t have a temperature, but you still looked a little too pale for Bradley’s liking. Respecting that you didn’t want him hovering over you and your insistence that you were fine, Bradley backed off.

“Okay, I’ll leave you alone. If you need me, I’ll be in the living room.” Bradley says, pressing one more kiss to the top of your head, heading up to his room to shower and change into something more comfortable before heading back down to the living room and settling himself down on the sofa to watch some tv and relax. You get through your homework, put all your books and stationery back into your schoolbag and then stand up, ready to head into the living room to join your dad. As you walk, you suddenly freeze in the doorway, your eyesight growing filled with dark spots that quickly make you unable to see, your ears begin ringing and your hands fly out to brace yourself against the door frame as panic begins to grasp at you.

“Dad?” Bradley was on his feet instantly when he heard your worried tone. He headed in your direction instantly and stopped in his tracks when he saw you in the middle of the doorway, clinging onto it for dear life.

“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” Bradley asked cautiously, taking in how pale and shaken you looked.

“I can’t see anything. My vision’s gone black, and I have this ringing in my ears. Help me dad, please.” You plead, eyes quickly filling with tears as Bradley springs into action. He carefully pries your hands from the doorframe and carefully leads you to the living room.

“I’m bringing you to the sofa, okay? You can have a lie-down and I’ll bring you some water.” Bradley says softly, his heart breaking when you tearfully nod at his words. He carefully leads you to the sofa, easing you down and helping you lie down before sliding a pillow under your head.

“I’ll be right back.” Bradley promises, pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head before heading to the kitchen to grab you a glass of water. When he returned to your side, your eyes were squeezed shut and he gently reached out, calling your name softly and rubbing the hand that wasn’t holding the glass up and down your arm. Your eyes blinked open, and Bradley smiled softly.

“Here, let’s get you sat up a little so you can have a drink.” Bradley says, helping you sit up enough to take a couple of little sips from the glass before you lie back down, and Bradley places the glass on the coffee table behind him.

“Thank you.” You mumble, looking up at your dad with a small smile.

“How are you feeling now? Any better?” Bradley asks softly, watching you like a hawk as you nod ever so slightly.

“My vision is back, and the ringing has stopped.” You admit quietly, slightly ashamed of being seen in a moment of weakness.

“That’s good. Are you feeling unwell or is there any pain?” Bradley then asks, making you fight the urge to roll your eyes. Had your grandpa not inspired your dad to join the Navy you were sure he could’ve made a career for himself being a doctor or a nurse with how much he was fussing over you.

“A little achy but I’ll live.” You say, moving your gaze to the floor.

“So you weren’t feeling well this morning, were you?” Bradley gently probes, making you nod before lifting your gaze to look at your dad once more.

“So why didn’t you tell me? You could’ve stayed home, or I could’ve picked you up from school. You know Mav would never mind if I had to leave early to take care of you.” Bradley enquires, reaching out and running a gentle hand through your hair, his eyes displaying vast amounts of concern that he was trying to keep from his expression.

“I thought I was fine. I don’t like being ill, so I thought if I pushed through it, I’d be fine.” You explain, watching as your dad lets out a soft exhale through his nose before a gentle smile appears on his face.

“Well, now you know not to push through anything. If you feel unwell you should always rest up and take care of yourself.” Bradley says, watching as you nod lightly, understanding his point fully.

“Got it.” You mumble.

“Do you need anything? Food or painkillers?” Bradley then asks, he was fully aware he’s bombarded you with a million and one questions but he wanted to be sure you were okay and help you however he could.

“I think I just need a nap.” You say, shaking your head with a small smile. Bradley then nods, prepping himself to stand up.

“I’ll leave you be then.” He says softly, beginning to stand but stopping when you speak up.

“Stay. Please.” You request, looking up at him with the puppy dog eyes that would get him buckling within seconds. You had been doing it since you were a baby and Bradley struggled saying no to you the moment you figured out the effect, they had on him. He could also tell what you wanted. Bradley had often bragged that his hugs had healing qualities and you clearly wanted one of those magical healing hugs.

“Okay, sweetheart.” Bradley says with a smile, helping you sit up so he can sit where your head had previously been. You immediately curled into his side, burying your face in his chest as Bradley grabbed the blanket off the back of the sofa to drape it over you.

“I love you, dad.” You whisper, voice mostly muffled by the material of Bradley’s shirt.

“I love you too, sweetheart.” Bradley whispers back, watching as your eyes begin to flutter close, soon being followed by your breathing beginning to even out. Bradley watched you for a moment, pleased to see no signs of discomfort as you slept.

Bradley had spent the majority of his day worrying over how you were and while you had a small scare while at home, he was there to help, and you seemed to be improving already. Bradley pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head as you unconsciously snuggled closer to him.

He’d be there to look after you on all your bad days, and all your good days.

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