Derek Morgan X Trans Male Reader

Tittle: Doctors orders

Warning this talks of top surgary if this topic makes you uncomfortable please don't read.

The soft hum of the ceiling fan was the only sound in the room as you lay propped up against a mountain of pillows. The first few days of recovery after top surgery had been challenging, but the constant presence of Derek Morgan made the process a little easier. He was there for everything—whether it was handing you your water bottle, adjusting your pillows, or distracting you with his endless supply of jokes.

Right now, he was sitting at the edge of the bed, carefully examining the instructions the surgeon had given. “Alright, Dr. [Last Name], let’s see,” he said with a grin, holding up the paper. “No heavy lifting, keep the binder on as much as possible, and let Derek Morgan take care of everything else. Sound about right?”

You chuckled, wincing slightly at the movement. “Pretty sure the last part wasn’t on the list.”

“Oh, it’s on there,” he said, tapping the paper for emphasis. “Right between ‘no strenuous activity’ and ‘listen to your body.’”

His teasing smile was infectious, and you found yourself relaxing despite the dull ache in your chest. “You’re ridiculous,” you murmured.

“Ridiculously good at taking care of you,” he shot back.

Standing, he reached for the tray on the nightstand, carefully bringing over the tea he’d made earlier. “Here. Chamomile. Good for relaxing, and… you like it sweet, so I added a little honey.”

You took the mug gratefully, savoring the warmth that spread through your hands. “Thanks, Derek. You’ve been… really amazing through all this.”

He sat back down, his expression softening. “Hey, you don’t have to thank me. This is what you do when you care about someone. Besides,” he added with a wink, “I’ve been waiting for a good excuse to spoil you.”

You rolled your eyes fondly. “I think you’re taking it a little too far. I’m not helpless, you know.”

“I know that,” he said, his tone turning serious. “But that doesn’t mean you have to do this alone. You’ve spent enough time proving how strong you are. Let me be strong for you for a little while.”

The sincerity in his voice made your throat tighten. “You’re gonna make me cry, Morgan,” you joked, blinking rapidly to fend off the emotion.

He chuckled, leaning forward to press a kiss to your forehead. “No crying. Doctor’s orders.”

You took a sip of your tea, feeling comforted not just by its warmth but by the steady presence of the man beside you. Derek reached for the remote and turned on one of your favorite shows, settling beside you on the bed with an arm draped gently around your shoulders.

“You good?” he asked, his voice low and reassuring.

You nodded, leaning into him. “Better than good. Thanks to you.”

He squeezed your hand, his fingers warm and grounding against yours. “Always, babe. Always.”

As the show played, you allowed yourself to relax completely, knowing that with Derek by your side, you were in the best hands.

A little while later, Derek glanced at you and smiled. “You hungry? I’ve got everything ready to make that soup you love.”

“You mean the one you’ve been perfecting for weeks?” you teased.

“Exactly that one,” he replied, standing and stretching before heading to the kitchen. “I’ll even bring it to you so you don’t have to move a muscle.”

As he left the room, you couldn’t help but marvel at how he managed to be so attentive without smothering you. He had a way of making you feel cared for without ever making you feel small.

When he returned, the delicious aroma of your favorite soup wafted into the room. He placed the tray carefully on the bed, making sure you were comfortable before handing you the bowl.

“Taste test time,” he said, watching you expectantly.

You took a small spoonful, the warm broth hitting just right. “Perfect, as always,” you said with a grin.

“Only the best for you,” Derek replied, settling back beside you. The two of you ate together, talking about everything and nothing at the same time. He shared a funny story about a case he had worked on, his animated gestures making you laugh until your sides hurt.

As the evening wore on, you felt the exhaustion of the day catching up with you. Derek noticed almost instantly, gently taking your empty bowl and setting it aside before pulling the blanket up around you.

“Get some rest,” he murmured, brushing a hand softly over your hair. “I’ll be right here if you need me.”

You smiled sleepily, the warmth of his presence enveloping you as you drifted off. In that moment, you knew you couldn’t have asked for a better partner to stand by your side, through every challenge and every triumph.