[Writer's note: So this is he first request that I wrote where Reader-chan falls ill~ Enjoy!]
"[Reader]-san, it's time for your medicine~" She awoke to the sing-song boyish voice of her husband and she groaned.
The young woman sat up, her head pounding as she felt beads of sweat dripping down her forehead. She didn't feel any better after a few hours worth of extra sleep in the middle of the afternoon. In fact, she felt very much awful. She felt the tingling cold of the air-conditioning against her skin and she hissed, wrapping her arms around her body only to find it scalding hot. It was not fun being sick. Not at all and she could have sworn she caught the virus from the awfully unhygienic client Izaya had a few days ago.
As expected, the raven-haired informant took upon the task to be the chief in taking care of her. His miniature clone would occasionally come into the bedroom to deliver cups of iced water. The adorable kid, so worried about his mother's well-being.
[reader] groaned at the thought of having to swallow the bitter pills that did not even help improve her condition. Removing the warm cloth from her forehead, the man clad in a black long sleeved shirt handed her two small pills and a glass of orange juice.
Somehow, [reader] was beginning to appreciate the littlest things her husband was doing for her. The man knew very well how she had trouble swallowing tablets or in fact anything that was bitter and prescribed by a doctor. It was embarrassing, yes, that even being an adult she had trouble with swallowing small pills. Orange juice was just enough to cover up the bitter after-taste and it also sweetened her taste buds, which made her slightly happier.
Quickly tilting her chin upwards as she placed the pill in her mouth, she drank the fruity beverage and gulped it down, hoping the pill had been washed down her throat along with the liquid. It did, and she relaxed into her pillow.
"My poor thing..." the information broker gave a fake pout, possibly trying to annoy the woman just so sh would be distracted from any of the discomfort she felt at the moment. And it seemed to work.
"Shut up, Izaya... I feel like shit... I don't have time for your nonsense." his wife scowled. Being ill only made the female even crankier and more prone to vulgarities than she originally was.
"I know you feel like shit, [reader]... Which is why I'm here, aren't I?" the raven-haired man gave another one of this handsome trademark smirks.
"Whatever you say, Izaya..." she rolled her eyes, taking another sip from her drink.
The man dipped the cloth in the small pail of cold water and wring the cloth, folding it into two neat halves as he placed it back on to his wife's hot head.
Just then, the door to their bedroom opened ever so slightly.
"Mama? Are you feeling better now...?" the young boy who had an uncanny resemblance to his father asked as [reader] smiled at his innocence.
"Yes... thank you, Nakura..." the woman nodded thankfully at the child's concern as her spouse pouted again.
"You thank him...but not me~ So mean..."
"Shut up" the woman growled as the informant chuckled, getting up from the bed where he had been sitting on the edge and taking the now empty glass from her hand.
"I think we need to give your mother a few more hours of rest,Nakura~ Let's not disturb her shall we?" Izaya said as he held his son's hand. Turning back to look at his wife, he grinned. "Try to get some sleep and not be so cranky when you wake up later, okay~?" Afterwards, he turned off the lights in the bedroom and went out with Nakura, closing the door behind them.
Laying herself down and staring up at the ceiling of the darkened room, she found herself reflecting back on Izaya's kind-heartened acts towards her. From taking her temperature, to making sure she had enough rest, buying her food, Izaya cared for her every needs. She hadn't really thought about thanking him for that, since she had the thought that it was only second-nature for a husband to take care of his wife when she was unwell. But perhaps she was just taking Izaya's concern for granted.
His smirk and cheeky behavior had deceived her again. Deceived her into thinking he wasn't being serious and had no worry over her. Well that was exactly what he wanted people to think. It was totally unlike the informant to openly show his anxiety over someone, so he has to cover it up with his playful character which everyone only ever saw as annoying. He would never verbalize words of care towards her, but weren't his actions enough?
Feeling the slightest bit regretful, [reader] pushed herself up and struggled to get on her feet. The muscles in her body felt like jelly as she wobbled for a second. She needed to tell him. And she didn't have the strength to call out for him. She needed to tell him in person, just how much she appreciated him.
With much effort, she walked to the door and opened it, stepping out of the bedroom. She peeked over the edge of the balcony and saw the raven-haired man staring out the window, his arms crossed and his back facing the apartment.
"Neh, Namie-san~?" the information broker started and [reader] knew that the cold secretary was in the house as well.
"What now?" the long-haired woman sighed.
"Her fever hasn't subsided...what should I do?" the man asked, his gaze not leaving the scenery of Shinjuku as [reader] felt her heart melting. He was concerned about her after all. There was no doubt in her mind. "I would love to annoy Shinra about it but he seems awfully busy...He won't pick up his phone either."
"There's nothing much you can do. Just wait for her to get better." Namie replied.
"I don't want that~ It's too sad to see her struggling~" Izaya had said with a playful tone. It seemed weird somehow. The tone of his voice finally did not mask his by then obvious worry over his sick wife. [Reader] smiled.
"Izaya..." she said and the raven-haired man spun around, his face showing a visible look of shock for a brief moment.
"What are you doing? Go back to bed!" the man said. And when his spouse shook her head, he bolted to the stairs and climbed up to where she was, grabbing her forearm once she got close to her.
"You're sick, [reader]-chan~ Now be a good girl and listen to me, kay?"
"Thank you,Izaya..."
The information broker paused for a while, his lips forming a straight line before he finally broke out into a wide smile. That was the Izaya she knew. Cheeky, arrogant, cunning, sly. And also the most amazing person she could ever choose to have married.
"Go back to bed. Or i'll have to carry you back~" and with that, the man led her back into their room, this time without any resistance. She'd said what she had in mind, and it felt good to know finally she could acknowledge how grateful and in debt to Izaya she was.