#sorry if this isnt good ive never actually read a sickfix either they usually arent my cup of tea (or soup) lmaooo

[bireggiemantle]

ok well this is my fic request

jughead taking care of tabitha when she's sick (idk, with a stomach bug) or vice versa.

i just thing it would be cute xD

I've never actually written a sickfic before and I'm going through a little bit of a rough patch with my motivation to write so this'll be an interesting little exercise for me lmaoo. I hope you like it <3

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"Hey," Jughead says, gently pushing the bedroom door open. "Pop sent me home with a care package."

Tabitha readjusts herself in bed, positioning herself so that she's sitting a little more upright against the pillows. She looks better than she did yesterday, but the circles under her eyes are still dark and her skin is still covered with a thin layer of sweat, so she's still undeniably sick.

"Did you tell him you already made soup?"

"You and I both know that he wouldn't take no as an answer." Jughead places the bag on the nightstand beside her, opening it to reveal two containers of soup, one tomato and one potato and leek, and a bottle of ginger ale.

Tabitha rolls her eyes, smiling. "At least I have some variety in soup options now."

"Having my chicken noodle soup everyday wasn't cutting it for you anymore?"

Tabitha starts to laugh, but it's broken by a loud cough.

"Shit, you okay?" Jughead asks, reaching for the ginger ale and a cup she's been keeping on the nightstand.

"It's just the flu, babe. I'm not dying."

Jughead pauses, frowning.

"You can still pour me some soda though. I'm kinda loving this whole 'as you wish' thing you've got going on. It's very 'The Princess Bride'." Tabitha says, smirking.

"You know I wouldn't drink poison for you, right?" Jughead says, handing her the cup.

She thanks him before taking a long sip. "Yes you would. And you'd wear his pirate outfit if I asked you to."

"But seriously," Tabitha starts. "Thank you for the soup. And for my granddad's soup. And for watching the diner. I feel useless here in bed. There's only so much joy the Food Network can bring a girl."

Jughead takes a seat on the lower half of the bed, placing his hand over top of her's in the empty space beside them.

"You're sick, Tabs. None of the customers want you coughing on them. Besides, Pop and I have it under control. He knows how to run that place better than anyone."

"Yeah, but still. I hate doing nothing. You know that." She takes another sip of the ginger ale before placing the glass back on the table. "The doctor said this should only last a week. He better be right."

"Are you threatening the doctor?"

Tabitha shrugs. "Maybe I am. He's gotta cure me, or else."

Jughead laughs, giving her hand a squeeze.

Neither of them say anything else afterwards, instead falling into a comfortable silence. Tabitha switches the TV back on, keeping it on a low enough volume to avoid disrupting the peace, and it isn't long before she's lulling her head against the pillow and falling into a much needed sleep, forgetting about Jughead, and the Food Network, and the many, many bowls of soup.