You're Not Sick (Doctor Strange x Reader)

 Doctor Strange (c) Marvel
 You (c) yourself

 All adaptions of the characters are free to use!




 From looking up at the ceiling of your room, you serenity conform into your body as you recognized the warmth and softness of your bed. Until you started sneezing. You felt your nose tickle and out came the annoying blasphemies of your irritating nose. You grumbled and touched your nose.

 It felt really warm. "Please don't tell me I'm sick," you mumbled, congested. You touched your nose though and the familiar hotness reminded you that yes, indeed, you were sick.

 Getting up from bed, you walked over to the bathroom to pile up some tissue to blow your nose into. You crawled back into bed, covering yourself up with blankets.

 A realization then hit you. You slapped your hand to your head. “Oh no, I forgot training with Stephen today,” you mumbled. “And knowing him…”

 Yeah, let’s just say the minute the former doctor walked in and saw you like this, no doubt he’ll deny you being sick and that it was just some sort of spell you casted on yourself so that today all he did was baby you. Just like how you used to “pretend” to be sick all the time to see him.

 You were a former patient of his before, as you remembered one time you were walking fine one day and the next thing you knew, you awoke in the hospital. You inquired about this to the nurse who said that some idiot who robbed a store and unknowingly slammed you down to the concrete where you almost cracked your head but the damage was good.

 You were rushed over here and the famous surgeon, Stephen Strange, had done his magnificent work in repairing your head.

 You were tempted to see how bad the wound was but you shuddered and instead asked about Doctor Strange, wanting to know who he was and such since he sounded familiar.

 Yet, with your conversation with the nurse about him, a dark brown/black haired blue eyed man then walked into the room, chuckling about what you and the nurse were saying about him.

 That’s when your jaw dropped at the sight of his…erm, hotness.

 Surprisingly, thank goodness he didn’t see your heart rate speeding up on the monitor.

 You thanked the doctor gladly, trying your best to hide your rising blush and shyness. The doctor waved off your applause, saying that it was nothing and how he was happy that he had saved another life.

 When he left, you couldn’t help but agree with the nurse’s also smiling face as well, noting of the doctor’s good looks.

 After a bit more talking about him, the nurse noticed her time was up. She told you that you would be kept in here until tomorrow where your wound would be checked. Depending on how it healed, you would probably have to stay in one more day before release.

 You said it was no problem. It was no problem at all.

 Heck, you didn’t even mind spending the night, particularly attempting to dream of a certain someone.

 By the next day, you woke up and began to wonder about Strange, trying to figure out anything you can get him to see you.

 Yet, you sighed and grumbled, falling back into your bed as you knew, no doubt he was probably busy all the time and well…arrogant.

 That was only the downfall. You did remember seeing it in him when he began to talk a lot about himself in front of you and the nurse when you first met him. He kept repeating about how many awards he had gotten and how not only did he saved lives but he continued to make great discoveries in the medical world.

 Still, you couldn’t help but be enchanted by him.

 So you begged the nurse anything she could do to get him to see you. Seeing that this was also a win-win situation for her, she agreed to help.

 She would often call him in, saying that you had a “cousin” who was in pursuit of becoming a surgeon like he was. Would he mind if he were to give a few pointers to you so that you could give to him?

 Generously, Stephen continued then to brag on about himself, remarking about how focused he was in school, that sometimes it depended on the clients (not to be mean but it was for helping in the medical field) and most of all, how to have fun with your work.

 As he droned on about himself, you and the nurse would nod here and there, asking for more information when in reality you and her were too busy eyeballing his handsome face and possibly what he could be hiding under those surgeon clothes.

 “Wow, I’m amazed that you won so many awards!” you exclaimed. “And all those discoveries! I mean…gosh, oh dear, what am going to tell him? How could he compete with you?”

 “Well, the thing is you just have to keep an eye out for opportunity,” Stephen explained. “I mean, I’ll admit, it took some time for me to search around but eventually, I think I ended up at…”

 Sadly though, soon, it was his time to go as he realized that he had an appointment with another patient.

 “Just remember the main pointers I told you,” Stephen smiled, patting your head. “I hope your cousin gets his degree. And who knows? Maybe he’ll be working alongside me. I won’t mind having an apprentice and showing him the ropes.”

 “Thank you so much doctor!” you said, shaking his hand. “He’s going to be so happy when he finds out I spoke to you and the knowledge you shared! I’ll tell him everything you said to me to him.”

 “Oh, it’s nothing,” Stephen said, rubbing his head. “And if you do me a favor, you also tell him who famously repaired your head as well. Well, part of it.”

 You nodded joyfully. “I will.”

 He then left and you and the nurse gushed once more about his features and brilliance.

 By the next day, you were released and you were dejected that you wouldn’t be able to see Stephen no more.

 So you came up with a plan by inventing numerous ways to see him.

 At first, you would enter the hospital and sit down patiently in the waiting room.

 From time to time, you would spy Stephen walking around but thank goodness he didn’t notice you. You tried to hide your face by “reading” the magazines so that he wouldn’t inquire should he see you.

 You did this a couple of days until one day, you accidentally fell asleep in your chair. You felt someone poke you on your arm and you woke up to recognize Stephen’s face.

 “(Y/n)? What are you doing here? Is it your head again?” he asked, concerned.

 “I umm…” you gulped, thinking frantically. “My cousin…is in here actually. Yeah, I’m just waiting for her.”

 “Oh dear. What happened to her?”

 “Wait, no! It’s nothing like that! She had to turn in her car today and doesn’t have a ride home. I told her I would pick her up today and take her.”

 “Phew. That’s a relief. Well, I’m getting off in a bit. You know, I can take you two somewhere to have a few drinks…”

 “That’s very kind of you but we can’t. She has to work the morning shift and I…also have to get up early to see my aunt. It’s her birthday. She lives a bit far from here.”

 “Aww. Ok. Seriously though, is your head fine? You haven’t had any migraines or headaches lately?”

 “Nope. I’m all good!”

 You then exclaimed about how you looked at your watch and should go out to get the car ready for your cousin. At his request though, he followed you to your car and you waved goodbye to him as he went to his.

 You sighed though as you slammed your head against the horn, thanking that he didn't question it anymore and strategize a plan to be more aware of your surroundings.

 Yet, no matter what you did, it happened again.

 As you were trying to explain to him you had now another “cousin” in the hospital, you sneezed wildly, bashing your head forward.

 “Hey, say it, don’t spray it!” Stephen chuckled, walking away from you a bit.

 You giggled and wrinkled your nose.

 “Huh, are you coming down with something? You look like you have a cold.”

 “I…think I might,” you teased, grabbing a tissue and cleaning your nose. “Well, I guess it’s a kind of good thing I’m here. You know, maybe get a quick check up or something?”

 Stephen nodded. “I suggest getting some rest. Naturally, stay in bed and eat some soup. Of course, if you get worse, then you might want to make an appointment.”

 You sheepishly smiled. “Yeah…I…achoo! Oh, I’m sorry! I did that again!”

 Stephen uttered a small laugh and you felt your heart race deeply.

 “Well, good luck to you and your cousin,” he said, patting your shoulder. “At least you have good reasons to come here. I mean, trust me, I’ve seen some kids come here acting like they’ve got the cold and pretending to be sick when in reality they’re not. And some people who pretended to be patients when they really were reporters in disguise trying to get me to talk to them…not that I didn’t mind but it gets irritating after a while.”

 “Yeah, I bet,” you said, starting to freak out a bit.

 Luckily though, he bid you farewell then and returned to work.

 It was there that you then knew you couldn’t afford to come back again. The next time he saw you, no doubt he would probably now know why you kept coming.

 However, you’ve developed a new idea now that he saw you as “sick” and you would put make up on your face to “reflect” your sickness. Easily with the help of your cousin (for real) who worked there as a doctor, she “set up” appointments for you to see her and comment on you being sick.

 You tried to at least come once a week to lower Stephen’s suspicions on why you came so much.

 Naturally, he did see you again but you had “acted” out being sick so much, it looked rather convincing to him that you were infected with something.

 “I’m sorry to say, (y/n) but…you look like shit,” he said, examining you all around in one of the patient rooms. He had sat down in a chair while you were laying in the bed.

 You nodded sloppily, sniffing. “My cousin says that she thinks there might be something like the flu in me. I think I’m getting better. It’s just my cousin is always saying that I should come to see her once a week just to check. I think she’s just being paranoid though.”

 Stephen shrugged. “You sure do have a lot of cousins,” he said.

 You coughed. “Yeah, I have a lot from my dad’s and mom’s side of the family,” you giggled.

 "Nothing like having aunts and uncles," Stephen joked, laughing.

 You both then continued to chatter more mostly with Stephen bragging about himself as usual until your cousin came in saying that Stephen had an appointment with another patient soon. Stephen thanked your cousin for reminding him and once again, bid you good health.

 Yet, it was the last time you would "get" sick.

 You were preparing to leave your room when you heard Stephen's voice not that far away. Creepily, you crawled over to the door and opened it a bit. You peeked to see Stephen talking to a nurse assistant.

 "So what do you think of (y/n)?" the nurse assistant asked as he filed some papers away. "She's been coming here a lot. Saying something about having cousins over here?"

 "Yeah," Stephen said. "First, it was picking up her cousin from here. Then I guess she had one of them stay in the hospital. Now she's here with her cousin checking up on her."

 "I think she's cute. Come on, you gotta admit that."

 "True," Stephen said. "I just have my suspicions, that's all. I mean, I don't know. I do think that they're true but...I have a funny feeling that she's just making excuses to be here."

 "I think I know why."

 Stephen chuckled. "If that's the case, then she should have just told me. Though, I think I might stop by and give her a little 'check-up' to see maybe I need to do something to make her feel better."

 "Ok, just to be sure, what suspects you to think she's really faking it though?"

 Stephen rolled his eyes. "Reminds me of what the kids used to do. Dabble into the makeup. Practice on sneezing. Give a little cough to fake it. The usual."

 It was then that by the next day, you told your cousin that you weren't going to come by to see her weekly no more.

 You felt like you couldn't see Stephen no more after hearing his suspicions about you. In fact, if you probably met him, he'd would definitely ask you about how your "illness" was doing. No doubt also you felt that he would put you on the spot for it. Specifically, inquiring about the "red" spots you drew on your face, the pale blush you applied and acting out your sneezing.

 So you reframed yourself from entering the hospital. You couldn't face him again and admit that you only went there to see him.

 You would meet him again though when you remembered your friend visiting you all the way from some place called the Kamar Taj. While she droned about her adventures over there, you had accidentally bruised yourself by hitting the table from laughing about how she super kicked this guy who had tried to rob her.

 Your friend offered to heal it which you waved it off thinking she was going to do some pretend magic trick. Surprisingly though, to your amazement, she did heal it with yellow energy sparking from her hands. You asked how she did this to which she replied about meeting a mysterious woman who helped her in healing herself as well (your friend had just broke up with her boyfriend and thought a trip would relax her).

 Curious, you then followed her over to the place where you met the Ancient One. The Ancient One recollected of your friend's training with her and offered you some training as well if you were interested as she had seen that you were a bit...flustered.

 You decided to give it a try and was amazed at the spells you could perform. Until you met Stephen.

 And when you did meet him, you were surprised at his new look. You asked him what he was doing here and you were answered with the horrid, tragedy of losing control over his hands. Thank goodness to the Ancient One though, he was less arrogant and better than before.

 Now, after a rush of events involving Dormammu and Kaecilius, he was the next Sorcerer Supreme. And he was in charge of teaching you the rest of what you needed to know.

 Tossing around in bed, you were unsure what to do. Heck, how in the world were you going to convince Stephen that you really were sick?

 No doubt he'll probably say that it was one of your attempts to pretend again but you were surely sick.

 You were so screwed.

 There was a knock on the door.

 “Come in,” you sniffed.

 Stephen entered the room, glancing at you. “(Y/n)? I was waiting for you out in the gardens. What seems…” He gazed at your face and rolled his eyes. “All right, which spell did you use?”

 “I didn’t use any,” you said, innocently. “I’m really sick.”

 Stephen snorted. “Yeah, sure you are. Just like all that time when you were seeing your cousin for a ‘check-up’.”

 You shrugged. “Ok, I’ll admit. I learned my lesson. I’m really sick though. It’s no spell or make up or anything like that. Goodness, I feel like my nose is all plugged up.”

 Stephen walked over to your bed and sat down. “Hopefully, this will help you snap out of it,” he said, as he conjured up yellow energy zapping around his hands. He waved it over you yet you didn’t feel any shock from it.

 “Better?”

 You sniffed, feeling your nose still congested. “Not really.”

 Stephen sighed and casted another spell. Still, you shook your head, noting that his attempts to “heal” you were failing.

 He continued to cast numerous spells, getting frustrated with each one. Apparently, none of them revealed that you were pretending to be sick.

 You kept glancing at him and shook your head, hinting that indeed you were sick and you weren’t playing around like you did last time.

 Stephen frowned and rubbed his temples. “I don’t get it,” he said. “Those spells should have revealed you being perfectly healthy. I guess then you really are…sick?”

 You nodded. “Yeah. I guess I’m getting my lesson for pretending to be sick.”

 He pondered for a bit and smiled. He patted your head. “Least now you know what it feels like to be really sick.”

 You giggled but then sputtered out a cough. “What would you have taught me today if I wasn’t sick?”

 “The general basics. Warm up on a few spells. And then maybe healing. Which is ironic…sort of.”

 You huffed a small laugh. “Don’t you have any spells that could heal me for a bit?”

 "Maybe I’ll do that tomorrow. You’ve still got a big lesson to learn, missy. For one, making me believe that you’re not sick. Two, pretending that you’ve been sick with all that make up you did with the acting and having ‘cousins’ at the hospital which who knows are even real or fake. You know you could have told me the truth…”

 “That you were arrogant back then and would totally turn me down if I told you that I actually have a huge crush on you?”

 Stephen’s eyes widen yet he couldn’t help but agree. “Ok, you got me there,” he said, scratching his head. “Then again, I don’t I would.”

 You scoffed. “Come on, Stephen. You know you would.”

 “No, I wouldn’t.”

 “Yes! Stop lying!”

 You two then brawled with one another on the topic until Stephen had leaned himself a bit too much up against you. You immediately flushed at the sight of this. “Umm, Stephen?” you inquired. “Can you…give me some room?”

 Stephen looked down and apologized. However, a growing grin then appeared on his face.

 You scooted back, terrified. “Stephen, what are you thinking…”

 You then felt him lay on the other side of the bed, cuddling close with you. He lifted the blankets to cover you and even laid his cloak on top of them. He smiled as he nudged his head against yours.

 “Are you feeling better now?” he asked.

 You blushed wildly and coughed, your cheeks burning up. “Umm…maybe?”

 Stephen chuckled and kissed your head. “Looks like you owe me a date.”

 “A date?” you exclaimed. “Then again…yeah, I do. For repairing my head, teaching me spells and for lying to you about why I was at the hospital the whole time.”

 Stephen snickered. “I’m sure you’ll feel better by tomorrow. I’ll make you some soup later. That’ll warm you up…like I have.”

 You slapped him on the arm. “Can I get some rest now?”

 Stephen sniggered and laid a kiss on your head again. "Ok then. But you're also repaying me if I get sick now. Which I don't mind."