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summary: y/n is sick at home alone while bill is away

pairing: bill skarsgård x female reader

warnings: fluff, illness, long-distance relationship, this gets pretty mushy in the middle

word count: 2052 words

a/n: i'm currently sick and my usual way of coping (besides medicine and sensible things) is to write sickfics, so here you go. also, i felt like this post needed some colour instead of the usual b&w/desaturated pictures i use

Nobody enjoyed being sick, but Y/N especially hated being sick when she was alone. She didn’t have anyone to complain to about how terrible she felt, and she didn’t have her boyfriend there to look after her either. All she wanted to do was fall asleep in Bill’s arms while he stroked her hair, but instead, she had to make do with cuddling a stuffed animal he bought her while her head felt like it was going to explode.

Her nose and ears were completely blocked, her lips were dry from breathing through her mouth all day, her sinuses hurt, and she felt like she’d swallowed a razor. She knew that she had to do more than just lie in bed feeling sorry for herself, but she would always be the first to admit that being sick turned her into a huge baby. It just wasn’t the same without Bill there to soothe her, make sure she was okay, and tease her.

Her body aching and her head under the covers, Y/N turned over in bed and reached out blindly to find her phone on her nightstand. Her fingers fumbled through a mountain of used tissues before she found the phone, and she pulled it back into her duvet cocoon.

Light flooded her senses when she turned the screen on, her eyes immediately squinting shut as her headache intensified. She prised them back open to look at the time and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that it wasn’t too late in the day to call Bill.

Thankfully, they were on the same time zone despite being in different locations, with Y/N being in their LA home and Bill being away for filming in Vancouver. He’d texted her earlier that morning to say that he wouldn’t be shooting late into the night, so she figured that it was as good a time as any to call him.

Maybe it was the illness messing with her emotions, but she wasn’t content with just sending him a text; she needed to hear his voice.

Trying to ignore how much her head pounded, Y/N squinted at her phone screen and tapped on Bill’s name in her contacts to call him, letting muscle memory do her job. As soon as she got a dial tone, she turned on the speaker and set the phone down on her chest as she lay on her back.

“Hey, baby,” Bill’s voice came out of the speaker, the best medicine money couldn't buy.

“Hey-” Y/N started to say before her breath caught in her throat and she broke out into a violent coughing fit. She felt like she was about to cough up a lung, and her throat stung with each barking cough.

Maybe lying on my back wasn’t the best idea, she thought.

“I would ask you how you are, but that just told me everything I need to know,” she heard him say once she’d regained her breath.

“I feel like shit, babe,” Y/N rasped, hoping that he could hear her over the noise in the background. It sounded like he was in a restaurant, judging by the sound of dishes and cutlery clinking together. “Are you out somewhere? Maybe I should call back later.”

“No, it’s fine, I’ll just go somewhere quieter,” he said. She heard him tell his companions that he’d be back later, and then the sound of his chair being pushed back from the table.

”Are you sure? I don’t want to keep you.”

The sounds of the restaurant got quieter and quieter as he moved through the room, presumably to go outside.

“I told you, it’s fine,” he said as a door closed behind him. Y/N could hear the faint sound of cars through the speaker, and her body relaxed slightly at knowing that he was alone with her.

Well, almost alone.

“So, other than the obvious,” Y/N heard Bill say, his voice clearer now that he was somewhere quiet. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I just wanted to talk.”

She was glad that he couldn’t see her, but not even that could stop him from knowing that she wasn’t exactly telling him the truth.

“Y/N, I know when something’s wrong, and I know it’s not just that you’re sick.”

She took in a shaky breath and let it out slowly, her chest rattling.

“I just really needed to hear your voice,” she rasped, her voice quiet, as if she was scared of anyone else hearing her. “I miss you.”

“I miss you too, baby,” he sighed down the line. “I miss you all the time when I’m not with you.”

Y/N couldn't help but feel even more sorry for herself, knowing that Bill missed her just as much.

“When you go, it feels like you take a piece of me with you,” she said, her voice almost a whisper. “Sometimes I just want to be by your side all the time.”

“I know, baby,” Bill said, his voice soft and soothing like warm honey. “I sleep like shit when you’re not with me, I can't imagine how much worse it would be if I was sick.”

Her breath hitched in her throat again, and another coughing fit took over her body, making her phone fall off her chest with each jolt. She felt like she was being stabbed in the throat with each cough, and her headache came back in full force. She felt like her skull was going to crack open or her lungs were about to burst out of her chest, and she hated that Bill had to listen to it down the phone.

“I haven't been sick like this without you for a long time,” she said once she caught her breath, her voice croaking as her throat started to dry up again. “I miss being able to lie on your chest, I miss feeling you play with my hair. I even miss snapping at you for smoking around me when I'm sick.”

She heard him laugh breathily through the phone and her heart twisted, making her miss him even more. Her eyes drifted closed and she could immediately see him in her mind, his sharp features softened by his gentle smile. All she wanted at that moment was for him to hold her, to stroke her hair and kiss her forehead, but she had to settle for hoping that she would be able to dream about him later.

“You know, maybe you can come see me when you’re feeling better,” he said, pulling her attention back to him. “I know it’s short notice, but we can work something out.”

“Yeah,” she whispered as a smile crept over her face. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

“I’d like that too.”

They were both quiet for a moment, Y/N listening to the cars going past down the line as her eyes started to grow heavy. Her body was still in pain and stuffy, but her soul felt like it had been healed already.

“I’ll let you get some sleep,” Bill eventually said as she heard him start to make his way back inside. “Take care of yourself, okay?”

“Okay,” Y/N croaked as she rolled over onto her side, her phone placed on the pillow next to her. “I love you.”

“I love you, too. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

Y/N ended the call and placed her phone back on her nightstand before settling back down to try to get some sleep. She should have gotten up to take some painkillers, but she just wanted to stay under the covers, trying to imagine Bill lying next to her, holding her close to his chest as he stroked her hair.

Thankfully, her imagination did just the trick, and she gently nodded off to a peaceful slumber, with her love waiting for her in her dreams.

Y/N didn’t feel much better physically the next morning, but being able to talk to Bill did wonders for her emotionally. Naturally, her cold didn’t disappear overnight, but none of that mattered now that she wasn’t feeling sorry for herself anymore.

She made sure to take all of her correct medicines and home remedies once she got up, and was about to send Bill a text later in the afternoon when she noticed a knock at the front door. Her joints aching, she got up from her spot on the couch and hobbled over to the door. When she opened it, she was greeted by a delivery driver holding a bouquet of bright yellow sunflowers. She signed for the bouquet and closed the door once the delivery driver had gone before heading into the kitchen to grab a vase for the flowers.

Bill had sent Y/N plenty of bouquets and flower arrangements throughout their time together, and each one was more beautiful than the last. The sunflowers were arranged quite simply, but she couldn’t help but feel that this was her favourite since it showed that he really was thinking about her while he was away.

As the vase filled with water from the kitchen sink, she read the card that was attached to the cardboard box the flowers were in, her heart lifting and a smile crawling over her face as she read the words.

Y/N, Sorry that you’re not feeling well. Hopefully, I’ll see you soon in Canada. All my love, B

Once the vase had been filled halfway, she took the flowers out of their box and moved them to the water, arranging them so that all of the stems got enough to drink. She snapped a quick photo of the bouquet before calling Bill, confident that it was late enough in the morning to talk to him.

“You work damn fast, do you know that?” Y/N said as soon as Bill answered his phone.

“I’ll take that to mean that you like them,” he said with a laugh.

“I love them.” She held her phone between her ear and her shoulder as she took the vase and placed it on the coffee table in the living room. “Thank you, babe.”

“It’s the least I can do to help you feel better while I’m away.”

Y/N could hear him moving around in what she presumed was his bathroom in Canada, water running in the background as his voice echoed slightly against the walls.

“How are you feeling today? Feel any better than yesterday?”

She sniffled briefly, her nose threatening to run before she could grab a tissue and wipe it.

“A little better,” she said, her voice muffled by the tissue over her nose. “I’m not in as much pain as I was, but I think that’s because of all the medicine I took.”

“That’s good. I worry about you when you’re alone, you know. And you not being well just makes me worry more.”

Her heart tugged at hearing him say that. Even after the many, many years that they’d been together, he still made her feel loved, wanted, and cared for. He was so sweet that she swore it would kill her sometimes.

“You don’t need to worry about me,” Y/N said as she nestled into her den of cushions on the sofa. “I’m a big girl, I can take care of myself.”

“I know you can, but I’m still going to worry a little. I just can’t help myself.”

“Hey, I’d do the same if you were sick while I wasn’t home.”

“And that’s part of why I love you.”

Y/N felt her face warm up at his words and resisted the urge to squeal like a lovesick schoolgirl. It was amazing that he still had that effect on her, even when he was in another country.

“Anyway,” Y/N said haultingly, trying to keep the conversation going while he got ready for his day. “What do you have going on today? Nothing too taxing, I hope.”

“I’m not on set today, so I’ve got plenty of free time.”

“Tell me about it, I’ve got just as much free time.”

She heard him laugh softly down the line and sank further into the cushions as she listened to him think aloud about his day, letting his voice soothe her and forget about her illness.

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