Olivia Holt Imagines (gxg)

you're sick

Olivia knelt behind you on the floor, holding your hair back as you emptied your aching stomach. Sweat rolled down your skin, making her shirt you had previously thrown on cling to your clammy skin. You were in agony, breathless as your stomach continued to turn and your mouth continued to water intolerably.

You let out a groan as your shoulders slumped and your stomach settled momentarily.

"I hate being sick."

"I know, baby. It's awful." Olivia replied and kissed your head comfortingly. "But I'm here with you. It'll be over soon, I promise."

You could only hope so. You came home early today, which was the first thing that told Olivia you weren't feeling well. You crawled under the covers and tried to sleep but it was impossible to get comfortable enough to sleep when you were sweating uncontrollably and your stomach was so sore it was agonizing.

Before you knew it, just a couple of minutes ago, you had to rush into the bathroom to get sick, and as terrible as it was, you hoped it'd bring you some relief; although it's hard to find that relief when you're throwing your guts up.

You whimpered when your mouth watered again and you leaned forward to throw up once more. You reached out for Olivia, who laid her hand on yours to comfort you and ensure you that she was right there with you.

"Let it out, y/n. Just get it all out." She spoke softly, hoping that this would be the last time that you'd get sick so you could curl up in bed and get some much-needed rest. "I've got you. You're okay. Just keep letting it all out."

And after a couple of minutes, you started to relax and soon slipped back into Olivia's embrace. You slumped into her arms and your stomach began to settle. Drained of all of your strength and energy, you wanted nothing more than to crawl under the covers but getting there would be easier said than done.

"Are you okay? Do you think you're feeling good enough to get to bed? Or do you feel nauseous still?"

"I think I'm okay. I want to sleep."

She nodded and carefully helped you stand on your feet. She helped you to the sink and managed to get you to brush your teeth, making sure you brushed your tongue a little extra to rid your mouth of the disgusting vomit taste before she helped you into a clean shirt and then into bed.

"Do you need some soup? Or some water? A bucket or blankets?"

"No. I'm okay. Just need you, that's all."

She cracked a small smile and got into bed with you. Her arm instinctively wrapped around you and she let you curl up to her chest where you always feel comfiest.

"You know that if you need anything you just have to tell me? I'll get it for you in a heartbeat."

"I know." You mumbled.

"I'm sorry you feel so terrible, baby. Hopefully some sleep will do you some good. Maybe you'll feel better."

"I hope so." You muttered sleepily. "I love you. Thanks for taking care of me."

"Don't worry about it. It's what I'm here for. I love you too. Now get to sleep. I'm right here if you need me."

You nodded tiredly and quickly drifted off to sleep in her arms while she ran her fingers in circles along your warm skin, hoping you'd feel at least a tiny bit better when you woke up.