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❣︎ leonardo dicaprio | my world

lmao kinda ironic that i'm sick rn

age : 4
prompt → sick y/n :(
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< 3rd person pov >

"y/n, what's wrong?"

a small sob escaped her lips, watching as her father frantically reached to turn the light on. his eyes peered over every inch of her face, seeing if she had hurt herself.

"buddy talk to me, what's wrong?" he asked, moving some hair off her face. "i don't feel good." she weakly said, barely being legible. leonardo pressed the back of his hand against her forehead, feeling it warm his hand.

his eyes went to her pajamas, seeing a small amount of vomit reside of them. "did you throw up, honey?" he asked her. she nodded, rubbing her eyes.

"i'm sorry." she whimpered, another tiny sob making its way out of her. leo shushed her. "it's alright
y/n/n. can you show me where, baby?" she nodded, taking his hand when he offered it to her.

they walked out of the room, and down the hall together meeting at the entrance to her room. she pointed towards her bed. leo could see a small puddle of vomit collected on her sheets. he sighed before bending down to see eye to eye with his daughter.

"go to my room and wait for me there alright? i'll clean this up real quick." he smiled at her, kissing her temple and wiping her tears away.

"okay." she walked away from him and back to her fathers room. it didn't take long for leo to clean her room up, throwing her things into the washing machine.

before meeting up with her in his bedroom, he gathered a change of clothes for her.

"y/n, let's take a quick bath." he said softly, grinning when he heard her quietly whine. "it might make you feel a bit better." he reasoned with her, grabbing onto her hand. very slowly did he persuade her to get cleaned up.

she never did like baths, even as an infant she despised water or the thought of getting wet. she just hated it.

leo got her into the bathtub, talking with her to keep her ground and calm. she was tired, leo could see it in her face and in her body language. "do you feel like you're going to throw up again, y/n/n?" he softly asked, tying her hair up to get it away from her face.

she shrugged, rubbing her face with her hands. it went silent, leo helping her wash her face with the warm water. "can i stay with you?" she pondered, shyly looking up at him.

he nodded. "of course." he chuckled, grabbing a towel from the rack next to him. "you know this isn't the first time you've been sick?" he paused, smiling as she suddenly became intrigued with what he was telling her.

"i remember when you were a baby, not too long ago, you had gotten sick. grandma had been watching you that day and didn't tell me you were sick, so when you started puking and coughing i was really scared." he sighed, amused at her expression.

she giggled, her teeth showing in her smile. "i had to call grandma and have come back because i didn't know what to do."

     "mom! she puked on me twice! i don't know what's wrong with her!" y/n's wails could be heard through the phone, further worrying his mother.

"leo stay calm, you freaking out is freaking her out. she threw up earlier today, i forgot to tell you. she should be fine, you had the exact same thing when you were her age and you recovered within the next few days." she could hear her son dry heave, causing her to softly laugh.