MJ GIF/Imagine Series

You're Sick (Bad Era)

Y/N POV
I kept coughing and coughing. I tried hard not to wake up Michael but I'm clearly failing. The alarm clock stated '6:00pm.' which meant I've been coughing and sneezing for six hours. A roll of tissue was on my lap. I blew my nose a few times. He stirred a bit, waking up. "Baby? Are you ok?" He asked sleepily. I nodded my head no. He felt the warmth of my forehead and wrapped the covers on me. I coughed a few times. "Stay here. I'll get a thermometer to see if you're sick." He told me, rolling out of bed. I waited patiently and blowing my nose until Michael came with the thermometer. He put it in my mouth and it read 102* degrees. Sick. My forehead was burning up a lot. "Aww babe! Why don't you shower and I'll make you chicken soup?" He asked. I nodded. "Ok." I said in a hoarse voice. He kissed my forehead before walking out. I got off the bed and head to the bathroom. I did my morning routine, showered and changed into soft PJs.

I walked downstairs where Michael was in the kitchen making chicken soup. Awe, so sweet. He looked up and smiled. "Hey, all good?" He asked. I chuckled and nodded. We flunked ourselves on the couch and he gave me the bowl. "Wanna watch a movie?" He asked. "Moonwalker." I mumbled. He giggled and turned on the TV. I immediately start eating while his arm is wrapped around my neck. We cuddled and it almost made me sleepy. He kissed me a few times. This was helping me ignore the cold. His curls smelled like heaven. I smiled warmly. "Why your hair smells good?" I whispered. He chuckled, playing with my fingers and kissing my lips. "You're so cute." He said softly. Our attention was back on the movie. My fingers massaged his curls while paying attention to the movie. Michael smirked. "Keep going, princess." He mumbled sexily. I madly blushed and kissed his cheek. He rubbed my arms in order to make me warm. I coughed again and sipped the soup. It tasted really good. This reminded me of memories when we'd bake or cook together. He'd mess up badly, making me laugh so much. I slightly giggled as he playfully danced and sung because of the Smooth Criminal scene. I unfortunately can't due to my cold. "You're so adorable Mike." I said, smiling. He returned the gesture and snuggled me close to his chest which gave extreme warmth. "Feeling any better sweet?" He asked. I almost spoke until I covered my mouth to sneeze two times. "Guess not." He muttered, giggling. I finished my bowl and stretched. Michael kissed my forehead. "I'll get your medicine." He told me. I nodded as he got off the couch and went to the kitchen. My nose was beginning to get runny. Ugh, getting sick is horrible. I pulled out tissues from the roll I brought from upstairs. I blew my rose again and threw it in the trash. Michael handed me a bottle cap of medicine. Thank God! I quickly drank it and breathed a breath of relief. He laughed. I looked at him confusedly. "What?" I said. "You must really hate this!" He said between giggles. I playfully rolled my eyes. "Duh Michael. Who doesn't?" I said. He wrapped his arms around my waist and linked his nose to mine. "I'll still be here until you get better." He said, smiling. I looked at him in awe and kissed his lips. He melted in the kiss. We almost had a make-out session until my phone buzzed. I parted from his grasp and answered. "Hello? Hey Dunk! I missed you! I'm having a sick day." I said, referring to Janet. Michael rolled his eyes and flunked himself on the couch. I chuckled. "You'd like to talk to Michael? Janet says hi Applehead!" I told him. He fake smiled. "Hey Dunk! Nice for you to call!" He said sarcastically. I sighed, knowing he's annoyed about her interrupting our session. We continued chatting while he was being a sourpuss. Oh Michael.