Sick! L x Reader

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A/N: Small Hc. When L gets sick (which is rare, seeing the guy never goes out), he gets really sick, and absolutely milks it like a needy little kid.

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You hated how stubborn he was. Absolutely hated it. Of course, if he had listened to you for once, he wouldn't be as sick as he was now. But here you were, with a extremely ill L moping in your bed.

"You just had to stand out in the rain again for no reason again, didn't you?"

"It's never gotten me sick before."

He responds, his voice sounding rather stuffed up.

"And I told you it was only a matter of time before it did, especially since it is flu season."

You sigh, fed up with his attitude that he always had to be right as you cross your arms and lean against the wall. He doesn't respond, and you sigh in defeat, knowing now that you were in this situation, there was nothing to do but to just make sure he got well soon.

"Anyway..Here, let me take your temperature."

You sigh, softening at the sorry sight of your boyfriend in the state he was in. Sitting down next to him, you touch your hand gently to his forehead, which was burning up completely. Shaking your head, you get up and grab a thermometer from the bathroom, coming back a few moments later.

"You feel really hot. I want to see what it actually is. Open up."

You gently order, and reluctantly he does so. After waiting a moment, you check, shocked at what it read.

"One hundred and two degrees. That's pretty high honey, you should probably take the day off work."

You suggest, giving him a worried look.

"I can't though."

He retorts, rubbing his eyes as he sniffs- his red nose standing out of his usual pale skin. You understood why he felt like he needed to go. Watari was out on buisness for the week which meant there was nobody to fill in, and you debate calling him as you think for a bit. In all honesty, you wished he was here. Of course you loved L, but he tended to be a high maintenance handful when he was under the weather, especially with the little amount of self care he did for himself. Watari could help with that, or at the very least keep him from going to work.

"Lawliet, I'm sorry to say that you don't have much of a choice. I'm not going to let you go."

You finally say firmly while you look at your boyfriend, telling him to listen to you for once while you place a hand on your hip.

"I'm fine. I'll get through one day."

He says, coughing lightly at the end of his sentence.

"A fever that high is most certainly not fine! You need to rest today, you wont be able to work well if you're this sick. I'm sure the world won't fall apart if you take a day for your personal health."

You reply, crossing your arms.

"I'm going."

He says, getting up out of bed before you could retort. You were about to protest, but when L wanted to do something, he became a brick wall. You could be here for hours.

"You know what? Fine, do what you want. But don't say I never told you so if it gets worse."

You huff while you cross your arms, and he takes a moment to get his bearings before making his way to the dresser slowly, seeming zoned out.

He then changed his clothes from what he wore to bed, (which was literally the same as his work clothes except sweatpants) to normal.

"L, you should at least put your shirt on the right way. Here, you see the label?"

You tease, shaking your head before he snaps back into focus.

"What? O-oh.."

He sniffs, switching it around before he rubs his eyes again. Shaking your head, you take his hand before eventually making your way down to the interface. Once there, he exhaustedly gets in his chair before you put a blanket over his shoulders when he settles in.

"What's wrong with him?"

Light asks, and you look up while L coughs again, and you quickly make a honey lemon tea before answering.

"Mild flu I think. But instead of staying home and letting me help him get better, he insisted on coming here."

You say while you shoot L a glance, passing the hot drink to him. He sniffs before taking a sip, and you sigh before gently running your hand down his back.

"Is that at least making you feel a bit better?"

He answers with a simple nod, and signs into the computers after having to retry the password a few times. He was definetly spacey, that's for sure.

"Do you think you're up for eating something?"

"Ice cream."

His answer came through with the cracking voice of a sick person, and you shake your head.

"Ice cream." You repeat. "So be it then. At the very least it will help your sore throat."

You say, turning toward the small kitchenette that was down a hallway branching from the interface. Of course the fridge was stocked with the variety of sweets L ate at all hours, and you prepare a bowl for him.

Bringing it back, you gently place it down, bringing over a box of tissues as well. While he is eating, you get to work a little too, but just minutes later he touches your arm.

"Can you get me more..?"

He asks, shifting the blanket up.

"I dont know if you should. You might get nauseous...And I do not want to be dealing with you when you're that kind of sick."

You answer while you begin to type on the computer, and he pouts.

"Please?"

He sighs, and the sound of his stuffed up voice made you give in once more, and you sigh as you take the bowl and go get more for him. Getting back a few minuets later, you were about to pass it over before you immediately notice that he is slightly shaking, holding the cup of tea close.

"Oh my God, honey, you're shivering!"

You exclaim, Immediately putting the bowl down before pulling the blanket over his shoulders again. Normally at work you don't use any terms of endearment at all, or showed so much as a sliver of affection. But all that was out the window for now. Turning him toward you, you look into his deep eyes before taking his hands.

"We need to go home and you need to rest. Being here is only going to make you worse."

You try and state, but he doesn't answer.

"For me?"

You softly ask, knowing that he has trouble saying no to you when you were desperate.

"I...I know you're right (y/n)...But I hate having to sit and do nothing. I can push through..."

He begins, looking up with his paler than normal complexion and extra tired eyes.

"L, lieten to me please. Being here doesn't help much either. You're better off taking the day to rest, and then come back when you're better."

You softly try to convince, looking to his computer screen.

"See, right here... you filed this suspect called 'Reglad' under 'F'. Being here is only counter productive honey."

"Nobody here is gonna die without you for a day."

One of the task force members chimes in, and L looks up.

"This is the Kira case, you know. You don't know these things."

He responds, shifting the blanket up while he coughs.

"Maybe it'll be him, considering hes so sick."

Matsuda laughs, and you can't help but do so as well.

"Death by flu?! You think Kira could do that?!"

Misa asks with wide eyes, and you smile while you shake your head.

"I dont think it's Kira. I think someone just stood outside in the rain for too long and didnt dry off."

You answer in a lightly teasing tone, and soon after Matsuda continues.

"But....Seriously, Ryuzaki..Nobody's going to be taking it personally if you take a day off. We have Light here, he can fill in just fine for today."

He continues, and you see L roll his eyes.

"Oh that's so relieving."

He says in a snippy and rather sarcastic tone, and you huff while you begin to get a little impatient with him. He had a bit of an attitude now, probably due to how sick he felt and how tired he was.

"Come on. We're going home whether you like it or not."

You say, and he gives in before slowly standing, coughing a little after he finally does so.

"I'm sure Kira will be good at leading his own investigation for the day."

He mutters while he pulls the blanket up on his shoulders, and you shoot him a glare before taking his hand.

"Not now. Save it for when you're better."

You state before Light can respond, stopping the argument between them before it happened.

"Come on."

You softly whisper, supporting your boyfriend with walking by keeping a hand on his back. He seemed a little shaky on his legs.

"I'm going to stay with him for today and make sure he gets some rest. If you need anything just come up to our floor, alright?"

You call behind you as you make your way towards the stairs, and was quickly met with a few 'get well soon's and goodbyes from the team.

When you arrive home, you put your tired boyfriend back into your bed, pulling the blankets over him before checking his temperature to see if the fever had gone down any amount. He was still burning up, but was shivering slightly.

"Stay here, okay? I'm going to get a cold towel and something for you to drink."

You softly say before leaving the room and quickly getting the things you needed. Returning with the cloth along with a bottle of water and a few nighttime relief advils, you see him laying on his side, knees tucked up to his chin.

"L..?"

You beckon softly, sitting down next to him as you draw your hand to his dark hair.

"I hate being sick. My deductive skills drop to....To...A point where I can't even figure it out. One hundred percent? I'm calling it that."

He mumbles, his voice muffled by his face being stuffed into a pillow.

"Oh no, the poor baby...Come here."

You sigh, knowing he was being a little bit dramatic and needy. Sitting next to him before bringing his head into your lap, you place the cold towel on his forehead while he closes his eyes.

"Is that any better?"

You ask gently, and he frowns slightly.

"It's wet. And cold. I don't like it that much."

He pouts, bringing his hand up to move it, but you gently stop him from doing so.

"Let it be. It'll help with your fever."

You softly state, making sure that he was relaxed.

"Do you think you'll be able to rest a bit? Sleeping it off might be good for you."

You suggest softly, and he sighs.

"I'll try...But can you stay here with me, please?"

"I'm not going anywhere love."

You say, shifting down to lie with him before kissing his cheek softly. After a little bit of silence, he opens his deep and tired eyes only a little bit before tracing them to you.

"(y/n)...Could you sing for me please...? My head is killing me and I cant focus on anything else."

He asks, and you cup his cheek before smiling.

"Are you sure? I also have a few advils for you if you need."

You say, and he opens his hand.

"Advils first...But I still want to hear your voice."

He sighs, and you give him the water bottle and two tablets before he lies down again, still sniffling. Cupping his cheek softly, you see him close his eyes before you begin to softly sing a lullaby you knew, feeling him relax slightly. And after only about three minuets, he finally fell asleep.

Gently and making sure not to disturb him so he got some decent rest for once, you slip away and replace where you were in his arms with a pillow from the bed.

Accepting it as he hugs it in, he mumbles some nonsense under his breath while you admittedly coo at how cute he was. Tiptoeing out of the room, you begin to make a bit of hot soup for him, hoping that he would eat some normal food when he was awake. You knew he wouldn't be too long, and about two hours later, you hear slow footsteps coming toward you.

Looking over, you see your boyfriend with an even worse bedhead than he had usually, and you giggle a bit while he comes over and tiredly wraps his arms around you, playing up his 'I'm sick and I demand attention' act.

"What are you doing..?"

He asks, rubbing his eyes as you hug back for a second.

"Making you something to eat. I know it isnt typically what you like, but...B-but..Ah-atchoo!"

"Bless you...Hopefully you arent catching what I have."

He says, and you look up toward him.

"I hope not..."

You say, and not long later you feel your nose begin to itch. Sighing in defeat while you start to feel symptoms settling in, you pick up your phone before dialing downstairs.

"You guys need something?"

Light answers, and you sigh before responding.

"Hey...L and I might be a few days before we're able to come in again."

"Don't tell me hes gotten you sick as well."

He says, and you sigh.

"We just have to work from home.."

You sigh, and hang up not long after, before flopping down on the couch, sighing.

"My head hurts...This is your fault you know."

You complain, and L joins you and cuddles you in.

"I'm sorry."

He mumbles, and you huff slightly.

"It's fine. At least we have an excuse to drink hot chocolate, watch movies and cuddle."

You smile, and he kisses your forehead gently before pulling a blanket over you.

"That's true."

He says, and you sigh before turning on the TV.

"Let's just rest together and watch some bad movies until we feel a bit better."

"Sounds good to me."

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Shitpost:

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