writers_muses: Prompt Set #33 - 3 Lyrics

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Say the word
Make a call and I'll be there
Anytime, anywhere
Have you heard
That I'm all about savin' your world
All you have to do is say the word
- “Say the Word” by Kim Possible



I know that lately I’ve said over and over again that I can’t quite believe where life has taken me. Not because it was completely unexpected, but because I never thought it would really be this good when it did happen. I always professed love to be a fickle thing, and it still is. And in my mind, committment was also on par with a stab in the eyeball – too much pain and mess. If someone told me six months ago I would be in love and living with the person I’d fallen head over heels for, I would’ve laughed in their face. I can only imagine what I would’ve done if they’d told me I was contemplating a family with this person and seriously thinking that I’d finally found The One.

Maybe I can write it off to my flu-addled brain, but I’m lying here in the cocoon of fresh bed covers Rogue has just wrapped me and I can’t help but feel like I hit the jackpot. Here’s the thing. No matter how much we like to think it, doctors aren’t gods. Now and again, we get sick too and we catch things off our patients. No matter how much precaution we take, sometimes we just get peed on, sneezed on, puked on, bled on. It happens. Shit happens. Yeah, that gets on us too.

Which is why I find myself down with the flu contracted by a violent sneeze in the face from a four year old in the Clinic. I had to come home from work early the other night because, to put it frankly, I felt like fucking shit. I’m used to being alone when I’m sick. Crawling into bed and hibernating the virus away in my own misery was just standard. I’m a doctor, and one those types that hates being sick himself. But this time, I came home and I wasn’t alone. Rogue was there and she didn’t even mind I woke her up in a sweat, snotty, whiney ball of pathetic-ness. She took care of me, she made sure I was okay, and then just hugged me in bed and let me feel sorry for myself.

The only thing is, somehow knowing she was there when I needed her just helped. And it’s been far from glamorous. In the very least of it all, she made me chicken soup and held my hair back when I threw up. But she also keeps touching my face to comfort me, and telling me I’ll feel better soon. She makes sure I have something to drink if I’m thirsty before I even realise I am. She gently wakes me up to tell me I’ve tangled myself up in the covers, then cuddles back against me before I wake up fully and break the sleep.

But beyond all that, and something I think I just realised as I lie here feeling her hand brush back and forth across by back, I know that she’s my perfect match and any time I need to reach for her, she’ll be there, and she’ll reach back without question.

And I just know I’m not scared anymore.



- justalilcontact referenced with permission

Muse | Dr Robert Chase
Fandom | House, M.D.
Words | 527