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as much as you hated to admit it, otto could read you like a book. maybe it was the countless hours in the lab working together that allowed him to read you. or, it was the many nights you both lay in your apartment, talking and looking at the cloudy sky. either way, you couldn’t hide anything from him.
so, when you woke up in the morning with a sore throat and pounding head, you knew you were screwed. luckily, otto had already left for the lab, so you have time to try and compose yourself. getting out of bed is difficult, but you push through it. you opt for one of ottos sweaters, because you’re cold and it’s the warmest thing you can find in the closet.
once you arrive at oscorp, you head up to the lab to look for otto. although you’ve arrived later, you’re sure he could use your help anyways. when you walk in, you can see otto speaking to one of the receptionists about his project. he looks over at you and smiles lightly, but continues speaking.
you head towards your normal computer, and begin looking over the code for his current project. you’re intently looking at the screen when you can feel a hand on your shoulder. you turn, and smile as happily as you can manage at otto. you see his eyebrows furrow, and he moves closer to you. his hand runs over the back of your shoulders as he turns you towards him.
“what’s wrong?” his voice is deep and quiet, and you can feel it rumble through his chest. unfortunately, right as he turns you, a wave of dizziness washes over you. you grab his biceps tightly, closing your eyes as you wait for it to wash away. no words are needed- after all, otto can read you like a book.
“you’re sick.” he sounds almost disappointed, and you snap your eyes open to defend yourself.
“n-!” your voice gets caught in your throat, and you have to clear it before you can begin again. “no i’m not!” you wince at the raspiness of your voice- you’re clearly not selling otto on this one.
“darling.” he sighs, but he doesn’t sound disappointed, just worried. he pulls you closer, running his hand along your cheek towards your forehead. he presses the back of his hand against it. you didn’t think it was possible, but his eyebrows furrow more and you can see the ghosting of a frown on his lips.
“come along. let’s get you home.” he turns you towards the door and gently pushed you towards it. you start walking- there’s no point arguing, you know otto is set in his way now. you suddenly realize how much everything hurts. your throat hurts, your head is pounding. it’s bad.
when you both arrive back at your shared apartment, otto sits you down on the bed, and moves over to the dresser. he leaves the sweater, but hands you your favorite pair of pajama pants.
“change into this, love. i’ll make you something to eat.” you almost cry at the gesture. his voice is so soft and calm, and you can’t believe you lucked out with him. he smiles softly at you, and leaves the room to let you get changed and start on some food.
after you change, you realize how tired you are. you slowly climb underneath the covers, pulling the blanket over your head. it’s so warm, maybe you can just stay here for a minute.
you don’t realize you’ve fallen asleep until you wake up to the sound of the door opening. you can hear otto set something down on the nightstand, and then come closer to the bed. he gently pulls the blanket back, then presses his hand against your forehead once again.
“sit up darling. i made soup.” you sit up in excitement, but wince. you moved too fast. otto’s cooking is always wonderful, and you can’t wait to just have some soup. he sits with you while you eat, and then heads to the kitchen to put the dishes away.
when he comes back in, he comes around the other side of the bed and takes his shoes off. he pulls the covers back, and climbs in. he opens his arms, and smiles softly as you climb into them. he rubs your back in circles as he holds you tightly.
“get some rest. i’ll be here when you wake up.” you smile softly, holding him tightly. you wouldn’t rather be anywhere else in the world. you gently fall asleep once again, this time into a deeper sleep. you hope you feel better when you wake, but you know you will. otto will be there after all.