Doctors make the worst patients


She has to go against all her natural instincts to walk away from that door and let him continue suffering alone. It sounds like he's puking his guts out and she knows he doesn't want her to see him like that. He told her to go away, she heard that part clearly through the bathroom door.

She has dinner alone and does the dishes after, loads the laundry basket in the washing machine and watches some TV before retiring for the night with no appearance from her husband whatsoever.

Hours later she feels him get into bed next to her, she glances at the watch on the bedside table. It's almost three in the morning, when she went to bed at eleven he was still locked inside the bathroom. She can smell the scent of soap and his shampoo, obviously he took a shower. Lying on her side with her back to him she hears as he groans and huffs and moves around trying to get comfortable.

She considers not saying anything for a second, but ultimately her instincts are stronger, "are you feeling better?" she asks him softly.

His response is as she expected, short and gruff, "I'm okay."

April grimaces, she turns around to look at him, he's lying on his front with his head covered by his arms. "Are you sure? Do you need anything?"

"April! I said I was fine," he barks at her not moving from his position. She can't see him clearly enough to determinate if he's looking better or not, judging from his moody behavior she guesses not.

She sighs, she knows she's asking for it, but she can't keep quiet. "Look, I'm sorry. I know that I'm annoying you right know, but I promised to be there in sickness and in health, so you can be as cranky and mean to me as you want, but I'm still gonna ask you how you are feeling and if you need anything because I love you and I care and that's what wives do, they care." Sitting up she adjusts the covers around her. "So just tell me if you are feeling better or if I can get you anything and then I'll leave you alone so you can crawl away to the back of the barn or do whatever else you want."

"To the back of the barn?" Jackson mumbles peeking at her from below his left arm. Even sick he can't help himself.

She rolls her eyes. "That's the only thing you heard from all I said?"

"No," he moves to lie on his side facing her. The light is dim so she can't be sure, but he seems to be a little better than the last time she saw him at the hospital. She hopes he is, he's a cranky patient.

"Well?"

He sighs. "I'm feeling better, no more nausea, but I don't have an appetite. The fever is down, I took a shower. I don't need anything, okay?" he says.

"Okay." April nods, trying not let the rejection hurt her feelings.

Jackson must hear something in her voice because he grabs her hand in his. "Hey, I'm sorry. It's not you, I don't like being coddled, it makes me feel helpless. I've always managed on my own."

He's very independent, probably used to take care of himself since he's the child of a single mother that's also a surgeon. He likely spent a lot of time alone when he was little, but she can't imagine Catherine Avery not being there when her baby boy was sick.

"I know, but I like to help, I can't see you suffering and not want to try to make you feel better," she explains squeezing his fingers. "I'll back off, I won't tell you what you should do or how to be sick, I won't try to be your doctor, but let me be your wife and help if you need anything, okay?"

He smiles briefly. "Deal."

"So...?" She bites her lip waiting for his answer.

"A tea would be nice," he shakes his head amused. She realizes he's probably just appeasing her, but she won't look a gift horse in the mouth.

April smiles brightly at him. "Yeah? I'll bring you a cup. Can I give you a kiss?" she asks him. Normally she would just do it, but he was grumpy that morning and her touch seemed to annoy him, maybe he doesn't like to be touched when he's sick either.

"I'm not feeling too hot right now, babe," he jokes giving her a playful smirk.

"Smart-ass," she says and leans to press a kiss to his temple. "I'll get your tea."


Her eyes flutter against the bright light as she wakes from slumber, she forgot to close the blinds last night and the bright morning sunshine filters in, Seattle is going to have an unusually sunny day.

She doesn't want to move from her very comfortable position, Jackson is pressed close behind her, one of his arms wrapped around her waist. He's a cuddler, she discovered that the first few nights of their marriage, they never spend the entire night together before. He also hogs the covers and most of bed so she has no choice but to press herself closer to him, maybe he does that on purpose.

She shivers as he presses his lips to her neck. "Morning," he whispers against her ear and buries his nose on her hair breathing in her scent. He constantly says he loves the way she smells, thank you Givenchy.

She moans with pleasure, "good morning, how did you know I was awake?"

"Your breathing pattern changed" he explains nuzzling closer against her, his hands stroke her sides slowly. He's very touchy-feely this morning, he's obviously feeling a lot better.

April smiles, "you identified my breathing pattern? Spend a lot of time studying it?"

"Of course, all those times I was watching you sleep, I'm your personal stalker," he mutters pressing kisses along her neck. His hands sneak under her shirt and slide up her waist.

She quivers in response, her skin erupting in goosebumps. "Good to know. I see you're feeling better already."

"Yeah, I bet it was the tea that did the trick, but I could use some TLC anyway," he says as his hands gently cup her breasts.

"Oh, now you want it," she comments mockingly, trying to appear unaffected by his attentions. She's not, she's very very affected.

"Well, yeah." He's not deterred by her tone and his hands and lips maintain their pleasurable ministrations on her skin. Her eyes roll with pleasure, she's always been weak when it comes to him, resisting the urge to touch him and kiss him and receive those attentions back was hell, it goes without saying that she has not been resisting much these days.

She considers just giving in, it's a win-win situation if she does, but she has to give him some grief for being so grumpy yesterday. "Getting laid is not a recognized form of treatment as far as I know."

"Really? Let's call it alternative therapy," he mumbles against her throat.

She snorts."Right"

Jackson moves back slightly, turning her around so she rests on her back, he hovers above her. "You're not pissed about yesterday right? I already apologized, I'll be a good patient now, you can play nurse," he suggests giving her a flirty smile.

"Why is the girl always a nurse in those fantasies? The guy always gets to be a doctor, never a nurse," she comments displeased. Not that there's anything wrong with being a nurse, but the double standards have always bothered her.

He rolls her eyes at her, moving a lock of hair from her face he caresses her cheek softly. "Babe, you are kind of ruining it," he complains.

I know, I'm doing it on purpose, April thinks. "Why can't I be a doctor instead?" She pouts.

"Fine by me."

"Yeah? You want to play doctor?" she asks coyly and he smiles seductively at her. Wrapping her legs around his waist she rolls them over and settles above him, his hands rest comfortably on her hips.

April smiles provocatively, biting her lip she runs her hands up and down his arms. She grabs his left wrist and raises his arm bringing it towards her. "Okay, now give me your arm I'm gonna start an IV line..."

"Oh you're so funny," he says and starts tickling her sides realizing she's been playing him.

She twists and struggles to get away, but he's obviously stronger and easily pins her down, he hovers above her. "Pay back," she manages to say between peals of laughter as he continues to tickle her. "Stop!"

He takes pity on her when tears of laughter begin to fall from her eyes, he rests his forehead on hers as she tries to regain her breath. "Are you really gonna leave me hanging here?"

"Yep," she smiles cheekily, she pecks his lips and pushes him away, getting out of the bed she walks towards the door.

Jackson pouts. "But I'm sick, cough cough," he feigns pressing his fist against his mouth, "you can't leave me here all alone."

Turning around April smirks at him. "I'll bring you a cup of tea."

"You're evil," he complains sulkily, letting himself fall heavily on his back he covers his head with a pillow. Smiling April walks towards the kitchen, she'll put him out of his misery after bringing him some tea.


AN: Who else is feeling disappointed with the first episode of season 11? We need more Japril! Well, I hope that in the next few episodes we get some interaction.

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