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noturlondonboy · 4 months ago

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Up in the Night//Bishova sick fic

Pairing: Kate Bishop x Yelena Belova

Summary: Kate wakes up in the middle of the night with a fever.

Warnings: not proof read because my head hurts and I don’t care, established bishova, illness, vomit, general inckiness that comes with being sick, but also fluff so like, Kate being a big baby, I love her so much

A/N: I have Covid so I decided to project and write my girls having a hard time. i just wanted them to take care of each other. I hope you enjoy <3 also ps pretty please send me asks I am a tad bored (pps fabled smut shot and ask game prompts coming soon)

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When Yelena’s eyes crack open in the middle of the night, she’s unsure of what’s awoken her. She blinks sluggishly into the darkness of her bedroom, a groan escaping her mouth as she slowly stretches her arms out above her to relieve the tension in her elbows. The bones popping send a sharp click around the small space, and the noise triggers a shift of movement to her right.

Kate. That’s what woke her up. Yelena squints, her mouth pulled into a frown as she sits up, rubbing at her eyes. She can see the outline of Kate’s shoulders from where she sits on the edge of the bed, the dim light of her phone charger casting her skin in a pale glow.

“Katie?” Yelena mumbles, her tongue thick with sleep. “Are you okay? Why are you up?”

Kate doesn’t respond, only lets out a soft noise of distress. Her head is tipped down, and Yelena scoots closer, expecting to see tears on her girlfriend’s face when she rests a gentle hand on her shoulder and tilts her close. She finds no such thing- Kate’s eyes are glassy but dry, her lips pulled into a soft pout and eyebrows furrowed.

“Darling?”

Kate groans and looks to her, her shoulders curling in as one of her hands weakly presses to her stomach. “Don’ feel good,” the archer mumbles, her words slurred. Yelena frowns slightly and presses the back of her hand to Kate’s forehead. Her skin is warm, but it doesn’t burn. “T… tummy.”

“Your tummy hurts, baby?” Yelena echoes, her voice a gentle coo as she carefully pulls the covers off of her legs and gets out of bed, squatting in front of Kate. “Can you tell me what else hurts? Anything besides your stomach?”

“Throat. Head.”

Yelena nods, her fingers rubbing over Kate’s bad knee in slow, gentle motions. The raspiness in the brunette’s voice that she thought had been from sleep may be a sore throat. “Okay, honey. You’re feeling pretty shit right now, huh?”

Kate’s chin dips, her bottom lip trembling as tears gather in her eyes. Yelena murmurs softly to her and stands to kiss them away, and Kate leans into the touch, her body sagging. “Feel so crummy, Lena,” she whines, shoulders pitching.

“I know, detka, I know,” Yelena murmurs. She cups Kate’s face and cradles her cheeks close, stroking a hand through her hair. Even if her skin wasn’t warm enough for concern, the archer was still sweating, with dark strands sticking to her brow. “Oh, poor girl. Small fever, maybe, huh?”

Her girlfriend only whimpers, glassy eyes closing as she rests her head on Yelena’s sternum. Yelena wraps her arms loosely around Kate’s shoulders and rests her cheek on warm hair. “Got you, baby, it’s okay.”

Kate whimpers again, the sound weak and defeated. After a few moments, she suddenly pulls away, standing to her feet and starting to make her way to the door, body wobbling.

Yelena quickly grabs her hand to keep Kate steady, following along. “Where are we going, darling?”

“Toilet,” is all Kate slurs, her hand clutching tighter to her stomach now.

Yelena nods, understanding as she frowns softly. Kate all but collapses onto the cold tile floor when they reach the bathroom, her knees hitting sharply and making them both wince, but the archer is more concerned about getting the toilet seat up and hanging her head over the porcelain lip. She groans lowly, eyes fluttering before scrunching up, spit dripping from her lips as her mouth waters with nausea.

Gently pulling her hair from her face, Yelena coos softly, her hand running up and down Kate’s back once she’s managed to secure the dark waves into a low pony. Kate melts into the touch, the tension in her body loosening a bit.

“Dinner isn’t sitting very well, huh, baby?” Yelena says lowly, settling herself on the edge of the tub next to her girl. She keeps her hand on Kate’s back, frowning softly at the sweat soaking through the fabric of her sleep shirt.

Kate nods weakly in response, her face tightening again as she pitches forward and gags, only spitle coming from between her lips. She dry-heaves a few more times, her groans getting more and more frustrated until she’s crying, the sound keening and without rhythm.

Yelena just keeps rubbing her back, occasionally letting her fingers scratch the back of her neck while she coos and murmurs soft words to her. “I know, sweet girl, I got you. You’ll feel better in a second. It’s okay.”

Kate finally manages to empty her stomach after a few more sluggish, dizzy minutes, her sobs broken by choked gags as vomit and tears fill the toilet bowl under her. Yelena whispers to her encouragingly, routinely flushing the toilet until the water stays clear, and Kate leans back, her chin trembling.

“Think you’re done, baby?” Yelena asks, wiping her girlfriend’s mouth and nose with a square of toilet paper. Kate nods after a moment, a low whine in her throat, but she manages to stand when Yelena carefully helps her up. “Okay, myshka- let’s brush your teeth, get some water.”

Kate protests weakly for only a moment before she lets Yelena sit her down onto the closed toilet, the blonde gently holding her chin and popping her toothbrush into her mouth. She’s methodical and gentle as she carefully cleans the archer’s teeth, mindful of her tongue and cheeks. When she’s finished, Yelena helps Kate back to the sink, and once her mouth is rinsed out and no longer tastes like garbage, she sags into the blonde’s warmth.

Yelena holds her securely, slowly swaying back and forth as Kate clings to her. They stay that way until Yelena kisses the side of her head and her lips come back burning, and she pulls away a bit in order to press the back of her hand against Kate’s forehead.

“You’re burning up, darling,” she murmurs, pulling her hand away with a small hiss. Kate whines pitifully in response, her head dropping onto Yelena’s shoulder. Pesky fever, rising so fast. “Okay, sweetheart, it’s okay, you’re okay.” Yelena cards her fingers through Kate’s hair gently, thoughts swimming. “Let’s get you into a cold shower honey, then some medicine once your stomach has had enough time to settle, okay?”

Kate shakes her head in response to the shower, but the motion stops almost immediately when pain shoots through her nerves, and all she can manage to do is cling tighter to Yelena with a weak sob. The blonde coos to her softly, holding her close for another few minutes before the heat radiating off of Kate’s body becomes uncomfortable for both of them and therefore impossible to ignore.

“Come on, darling, I’ll get in with you,” Yelena murmurs, stripping her own clothes off before carefully helping Kate out of hers. The archer’s skin is red and clammy and hot to the touch, and she protests weakly when Yelena turns the water to cold, but ultimately, when her girlfriend slowly coaxes her in, they manage to end up under the shower head together.

Kate is shivering violently while clinging onto Yelena, her head leaned down to tuck into the blonde’s shoulder. The water isn’t freezing, just a bit below room temperature, really, but she hates it all the same. Normally Yelena would agree with her- pulling herself from her warm bed and ending up here was less than ideal, but she knew that Kate needed to cool down.

“I got you, honey, it’s okay,” she murmurs, stroking her fingers over the ridges of muscle and bone along Kate’s back. “I know it’s cold, you’re doing so good. It’s gonna feel better soon.”

Kate’s shivering dies down when the assassin turns the water a little warmer, but she doesn’t let them stay there for long, not wanting to give Kate’s fever an excuse to climb back up again. She’s quick to get Kate dried off and into clean clothes before following suit herself. When she checks Kate’s head again, she’s still warm, but not enough for Yelena to throw them back in the shower.

Kate’s feet are dragging when they finally leave the bathroom, and Yelena watches her sway haphazardly for only a second before maneuvering the archer into her arms. Had Kate just gone limp in her hold, they surely would have toppled over, but she shifts her weight forward into Yelena’s chest and wraps her arms around the blonde’s neck, pressing her warm nose into soft skin and letting out a keening whine.

“I know, detka, I know,” Yelena soothes, arms straining slightly as she walks them back to their bedroom. “I got you.”

She has to physically peel Kate away from her in order to get the woman comfortably into bed, but her whines and cries pull Yelena back quickly once she’s managed to grab the Tylenol from the cabinet.

“Shhh, Katie, I got you,” Yelena coos, brushing Kate’s damp hair from her eyes and propping her up on the million squishmallows on their bed. “Let’s get some Tylenol in there, okay?”

Kate gives a weak nod and whimpers again, but her mouth falls open for the pills and glass of water in Yelena’s hand. They go down without much fuss, but the archer winces at the swallowing motion, her eyes blinking sluggishly.

“There you go, good girl. So good.” Yelena sets the medicine bottle aside and cups Kate’s face, checking her forehead again. Still good. “Are you hungry, baby? Do you wanna try for some crackers?”

The brunette shakes her head and slumps back into the mass of pillows, feebly reaching out for her other half. Yelena climbs back into bed with her, cradling the archer to her chest and running her hands through her hair and over her warm face tenderly. Kate lets out a little sigh, melting into her cool touch. A small whimper sounds in her chest, but it dissipates quickly when Yelena holds her tighter, her arms pressed securely between their chests.

“I love you, baby, it’s okay,” Yelena murmurs to her, humming low in her chest. Kate nuzzles closer to the sound, her warm nose pressed against the blonde’s sternum. She shifts around for several minutes, tossing and turning in an attempt to get comfortable, and after a few long moments of soft whining and labored breaths, Kate finally relaxes completely, her chest rising and falling in a steady beat.

Yelena watches her for a few seconds before allowing her own tired eyes to close, her lips pressed firmly to Kate’s head and arms wrapped securely around her middle.

Hopefully her girl would feel better in the morning.

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