TF2 Spy x Pyro!Reader: Sensitive (part 2)

Your eyes flickered open to swirling darkness. You immediately became aware of three things. One, your splitting headache, and two, the smell of cigarette smoke.
Three, the lack of your Pyro suit and mask. You bolted upright, met instantly with pain and nausea.
“Oh, god…” you groaned, holding your head and shutting your eyes.
You felt a gloved hand on your forehead. “Lay back, mon amour, you have a concussion,” said a French accent that made you sicker, if possible.
“Why the hell are you in my room, frog? Did you take off my suit?” you demanded, sounding rather weak. Honestly, you were feeling lucky you had worn leggings and a tank top under your suit.
“Yes I did. You would have boiled in it if I left it on you. And I’m here to make sure you don’t do something stupid, like try to win zhe mission on your own.”
You snorted in ironic amusement. “I already did that.” You teased.
“Lay back.” He snapped. You complied with contempt, pulling the covers over your face. He pulled them off. You pulled them back up. He pulled them off, again.
“Why can’t I –”
“Because you’ll smother yourself. Seeing as you didn’t go to Medic before, I’m assuming you don’t want to see Medic about it. So if you really want to not involve others, zhen you’ll do what I say and get better, understand?”
You grumbled unintelligibly, putting your arm over your eyes. “Can you not smoke in my room, at least?”
“If you don’t like smoke, you shouldn’t be a Pyro.” He quipped. Even as he made the comeback, you could hear him squishing out the cigarette.
You felt him nudge your shoulder, and you moved your arm to glare at him. His face, what you could see of it, was carefully impassive. He held up a pill and a bottle of water. “Take zhis.”
“What is it?” you asked suspiciously.
“A salt pill to replenish your electrolytes. Drink all zhe water with it.”
You sighed and sat up, with his help. You held out your hand and he dropped the pill in your palm, handing the water to you as well. You gave him one last glance as you opened the water, still not trusting him. You placed the pill on your tongue and chugged at least half the water, taking a breath before downing the rest. He blinked at you, and then stood from his chair beside your bed.
“I’m going to see someone. Stay in bed.” He pointed at you and frowned, as a master would a bad dog. You frowned back, crossing your arms. You pulled the covers over your face again. He pulled them back down and left. You huffed in annoyance.