Hey everyone!
I had chicken pox when I was little and I wasn't too thrilled about it. Apparently it's a lot worse if you get it as an adult. Hope you like this and that it isn't too stupid. Please let me know either way.
Dedications:
- people who have had/do have chicken pox
- everyone who reads/comments on/likes my stories (thank you so much!)
- Jisbon fans
Disclaimer: I don't own the mentalist.
CHICKEN POX
Lisbon's POV:
I have had chicken pox. So has Cho. And Rigsby. And Van Pelt. Patrick Jane however, has not. Until now that is.
I didn't have to think twice about taking care of him. The team is the closest thing he has to a family. In fact, we probably are his family. I'm listed as his emergency contact if ever he goes into hospital. Family look out for each other in their time of need, and having chicken pox definitely falls under that heading.
Sat in blue pyjamas, every bit on visible skin covered in small red dots and with a defeated look on his face, Patrick has never looked so pathetic. Or so adorable. He's like a lost little boy. Apparently the older you are, the worse chicken pox is if you get it and at just shy of 40, Patrick is definitely suffering. He's ignored my constant warnings of scarring if he itches at his spots, choosing to give into temptation and happily scratch away. I've already handcuffed him to the table in an attempt to keep at least some part of his skin free of scars, however when I turned my back he managed to pick the lock and start scratching at his face, smiling contently as if a huge weight had been lifted. I sighed at him, trying not to smile as I went to fetch the calamine lotion.
'itches' he whined, shooting me a 'leave me to scratch them' look. It's took me all the willpower I have not to give into those puppy dog eyes. 'this will help' I reassured him, holding up the small pot of lotion. ' what is it?' he asked me' calamine lotion, it should sooth the itching'. He watched me, smiling, as I carefully dabbed some onto his arms and face. 'what?' I asked him, seeing him grin so happily. ' it tickles!' he replied, giggling. He dug his fingers into the lotion. ' you're good at looking after people' he told me. ' you think so?' he nodded, putting the lid back onto the pot. ' I've had lots of practise'. All of my brothers had chicken pox when they where younger and I had single handily managed to get them through it without any scars. I doubt I could do the same with Patrick, but I would try. He shuffled closer to me. ' thank you for looking after me Teresa' he said, smiling at me gratefully. We always addressed each other by our given names when not on a case. Calling each other Jane and Lisbon when not at work didn't seem right. ' that's ok' I told him. ' if ever you get sick, I'll look after you' he promised' I mean it Teresa'. ' I know you will Patrick, but for now let's get you better, ok?'
I pulled him close to me, resting his head on my chest as I ran my fingers through his soft curls, removing them only to stop him scratching his spots.
By Em-J
Hope you liked my story. It was written at 2:10 am when I couldn't sleep. That's my excuse if it is really bad.