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Summary:
Bronte got the flu; but she’s lucky because there’s Doctor Goldberg ready to take good care of her.
Notes:
Setting: This could perfectly be ‘Chaotic Good’ ‘s sequel so, between the end of 5x8 and first half of 5x9
I suppose that Bronte’s ankle took some days/weeks to improve, so this happens in that gap of time (when they were sooo happy together *sighs*)
Prompt: Pillows, Plushies, Piles of Blankets

WARNING: huge amount of fluff, so much I just had to warn you, LOL!

Doctor Goldberg

Bronte’s POV

“Achoo!”

I stop because I have to blow my nose, before going on with the preparation.

“Where do you think you’re going?” I hear you asking, behind my back.

“Well, at Mooney’s, with you…” I pause to sniff. “Working, just like every day.”

And then I blow my nose again.

“Well, not today, Missy!” You warn me as I’m putting my cardigan on.

Before I can say anything, you lift me up and unceremoniously put me over your shoulder, as if I was a sack of potatoes.
So far away from the bridal style you’re keen to, when we have romantic moments.

Five seconds later, I’m laying on the bed, as you take off my shoes and push me under the sheets.

“What are you doing, Jo-achoo-e!?”

“Here’s your answer. And that makes six sneezes since you woke up!”

“Are you keeping score?” I frown at you, before I start coughing.

Okay, maybe I’m not feeling extremely well.

I don’t even know from which cupboard you pulled them out, but within five minutes there are three pillows beneath my head, two more blankets covering me and a pile of them standing on the chaise longue.

You approach me holding a sort of plastic gun, which I realize later is a laser thermometer.

“Don’t you dare to aim that thing at me. It’s just a li-light flu, probably it’s no-thing….” I cough in protest.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

“Ah-ah! A temperature of 101.5 doesn’t sound like ‘nothing’ to me!”

“Of course I reached that temperature, buried in all those warm bla-- atchoo- nkets!” I attempt to get off the bed, but you’re faster.

“Don’t you dare move from there, Bronte. I still have the handcuffs, remember!”

I can’t exactly say if you’re over protective or slightly threateningly.

You slowly bend over me and place your lips on my forehead.

“Oh dear, you’re burning, poor baby.”

You rash to the bathroom and go back with a towel dampened in warm water and you place it on my forehead.

Such an instant relief.

“Okay, okay, you made your point, I’ll stay here!” I raise my hands.

“Good girl.”

Finally, a smile from you.

“Although I don’t find it fair; I mean, what kind of newly-hired would take a day or two off sick?”

“That kind of newly-hired who is in veeeery good terms with her Boss!” You wink at me.

“I’m afraid our terms won’t be that good for a while!” I manage to say, right before coughing a lot , covering my mouth with both hands.

I’m feeling like my head is going to explode.
And despite the millions of blankets, I’m freezing.

“It’s a price I’m willing to pay; I’m only focusing on making you feel better, sweetheart.” You stare at me with a look full of concern. “Stay here quiet and don’t strain yourself. Now I have to go. Be right back.”

“Of course you have to go, you have to open Mooney’s.” I pout.

I don’t feel like being alone here all day long.

“What part of ‘be right back’ you didn’t get?” You wink at me.

“Huh?”

“The Upper East Side will manage without acculturating for one day. Mooney’s will be closed today. I’m gonna take care of you; but there’s tons of stuff you need, that’s why I have to go, to do some grocery shopping, but I promise I’ll be back as soon as I can. I’m already missing you.”

Aww, how sweet.

You blow me a kiss, before disappearing.

It’s not that I’ll have the time to miss you, because I’m feeling so drained out that I just want to sleep.

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When I open my eyes, you’re standing close, watching me.

“Hello Sleeping Beauty, see that I was right? You need to rest.”

I look around, there’s something on the stove, boiling and all around there are shopping bags, but I can’t see what’s inside.

“Joe… how long have I slept?” I yawn, coughing a little.

“About three hours; which gave me time to prepare the chicken broth.”

“Thanks a lot, but I don’t feel like eating anything, at all.” I groan.

“I’m sorry, Lady, but letting you starve is not an option.” You insist. “Look, I don’t expect you to eat a whole bowl, just a few sips, it will help you.” You add, in a much softer tone.

“I really don’t know how to thank you, Joe, for all you’re doing for me. I’m also sorry I’ve slept all morning, instead of keeping company to you…”

You put the index on my lips.

“Hush, you don’t have to apologize for anything, sweetheart.” You smile at me the sweetest way possible. “As you were sleeping, I’ve checked your temperature again, your fever is down, but only a tiny bit, we’re still a far cry from the goals I wanna reach.”

“So, what are you planning to do? Go searching for the virus that did this to me and kill it?”

If I’m doing some humor it means I feel a little better.

You shake your head, chuckling.

“Of course, nope, but I can force you to take the most bitter medicine in the world.”

Saying that, you draw out from one of the bags a bottle of cough syrup.

“No way I’m gonna take it, I feel a lot better” I lie and the coughing fit I have immediately after betrays me.

“C’mon, be a good girl and open your mouth wide.” You approach me, with a spoon filled with the damn syrup. “If you take it, I have a nice surprise for you.”

“Really?” I give in and, fuck, it is the most bitter medicine in the world for real, eeew; but I manage even to gulp down the second spoon. “Thank you, Doctor Goldberg.”

“Thank you, lovely patient.” You place a kiss on my forehead.

I’m getting accustomed to that.

“So… my surprise?” I ask, very curious.

“Close your eyes.”

I comply and I feel something soft and warm thrown on my lap.

I instantly open my eyes and I see a big plushie orange cat smiling at me.

“So what? Did you mistake me for a five years old little girl?” I try to sound unimpressed.

“Is it working?” You ask me, barely hiding a smile.

“Of course it is!” I grin. “Thank you so much, honey, it’s soooo cute. I love it!” I squeeze it and hug it tight.

“At least you can cuddle it until you heal and can go back to cuddling me.” You pout.

“This is a great motivation to heal soon, so I’ll try my best to eat the chicken broth.” I promise.

“Good. But before lunch, I need you to do something else for me: hold on to me if you can’t walk straight, but, please, follow me in the bathroom.”

Leaving the bed is way more difficult than I thought, but I’m lucky because I have you by my side.

You take a bag with you and once we’re in the bathroom you start to undress me.

Not in the sexy, passionate way I’m used to; only with lots of care, concern, thoughtfulness, just like a Doctor would do with their patients.

You undressed me, just in order to dress me in a different way.

“This will keep you warmer.” You say, picking some items from the bag.”Choose the one you like the most.”

They’re fleece pajamas, one white with coloured open books all around, the other is blue with mountains and clouds.

I question you about the second, just with a gaze.

“Well, it’s the closest thing to ‘Wuthering Heights’ I managed to find. Something tells me it must be your favorite book ever, Bronte.”

Oh Joe, with the plushie it was already an engagement-ring level, but after such a super sweet thing, I just could marry you, right here, right now.

“Fucking flu that is preventing me to hug and kissing you!”

“You’re already doing that with your mind and that’s enough for now.” You reply with your lovely crooked smile.

Of course, I chose the Wuthering Heights pajama and once I wear it I look at myself in the mirror.

“Geez, Joe, I’m the quintessence of anti-sex!” I laugh, which means I have to cough the moment after.

“Oh, I beg to differ, Bronte.” You murmur in a way that makes me shiver and it has nothing to do with the fever.

“Oh, c’mon, Joe, you can’t be serious. I’m a far cry away from my sexy lingerie.”

“And these are the consequences of you wandering in sexy lingerie at Mooney’s at night in late October!"

“You were there with your bare chest, too!”

“But before I was fully dressed and with a cashmere coat, you were wearing just a hoodie!” You reproach me.

“Okay, I’ve learned my lesson… achoo!”

“Good. But let’s get you back to bed, you still need to rest.”

“Okay, Doctor Goldberg.”

Among your purchases, you also bought a bed tray with legs and it’s perfect for me to eat the broth, the little I manage to, despite it’s really good.

You understand and don’t insist.

“Hey, Doctor Goldberg, any chance that among the stuff you bought there’s also one of those balsamic ointments?”

“What do you think?” You raise your eyebrow and show me the answer, drawing it out of a shopping bag. “Could I lose the chance to smear your bare skin with an aromatic cream? I was thinking more of chocolate or caramel, but menthol and eucalyptus oil will also work!” You make me laugh.

“You just have to remind yourself that you can’t lick it away.” I chuckle, pulling off the sheets.

“Oh yeah, I’ll try to resist the strong temptation!" You strike back the same way, opening the small jar.

I take off the pajama top to let you do the job, and.. despite the illness and some way too ticklish spots, and despite there’s no way we can establish a more intimate contact, it’s a very sensual experience.

I put the Pajama top back on and slide under the sheets.

“Sleep a little more.” You advise me.

I shake my head.

“Nope, I’m fine, I’ll just stay here, quiet, watching you.”

“So, do you mind if I write a little?”

“Are you kidding? I was just hoping you would do that. I guess I’m quite in love with that clattering sound.”

“Does it mean you’re also in love with me?” You murmur.

“I guess you already know the answer very well.” I blow you a kiss.

“Well, yes, but it’s nice to hear it anyway.”

“Of course I love you, Joe. I love you so much it scares me. And I don’t even have to ask you the same question. This day is already the answer.” I beam.

This makes me earn the umpteenth kiss on the forehead, right before you walk to the desk.

“But I also find it nice to say, anyway: I love you, Bronte Louise.”

“This way you’ll make my fever increase. Now focus on the writing, did you get any inspiration before?”

“Everything about you is inspiration, sweetheart.”

Peak of fever.

“Let’s just say the ointment part before was interesting. I guess I’ll let Ezra and Ella have a lot more fun than us with that!” You make me giggle.

Despite my intention to stay awake, the clattering sound is so hypnotic that I fall asleep.

You spend the rest of the afternoon with me, on the chaise longue reading a book or reading it to me, out loud, when I’m awake.

And once more I get the proof of what real love is.

At evening you check my temperature again with the laser thermometer.

“99,5. That’s a lot better!” You grin, showing me the display.

“And I feel a lot better. I can help you with some chores.” I offer, ready to go off the bed, but you stop me.

“Thank you, but no, thank you. I suggest you to still be quiet and rest. Just a couple of days and you’ll be as good as new.”

“Okay, Doctor Goldberg.”

“Mm, I like the way you keep calling me ‘Doctor Goldberg’. It gives me some ideas..”

“I agree. So,once I fully recover any chances that you can also find a white coat and a stethoscope?”

“Only if you can find a sexy nurse outfit.” You click your tongue.

“Deal. But maybe it’s better to save it for next summer!”

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THE END
Notes:
Well, by Summer Joe will be facing the trial (if not already in jail) and Bronte will be needing some therapy … but let’s not tell them and let them enjoy the moment 😛
This is definitely the fluffiest thing I ever wrote about them so far, esp. i loved the pajama moment ^^
about the flushie, here we go:
https://www.filemail.com/d/bfhvzqrbfkfdelj
In case you want to leave a tiny kudos or comment, beware it will make me very happy.
But thanks for reading
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