imagines (dua lipa)

8 (f)

dua felt really light headed and tired. i touch her forehead and checked it she had a fever. her head was really warm so i got the thermometer to check.

"here open your mouth." i asked dua.
"ahhh" she said.

i put in it and she closed her mouth. 20 seconds later, it beeped. it said she was 104.2 degrees. in my head i was thinking, 'oh shii she got a fever from the vaccine'. i felt really bad. i turned the thermometer and showed her and said,

"aww, your so sick it's 104!" i said.
"ugh" dua said.
"here do you wanna take a bath?" i asked.
"ummm, i'm sweating i don't wanna go in hot water." dua whined.
"okay do you want me to get you water or anything to eat?" i asked dua.
"no thanks i have a stomach ache." dua complained.
"okay then maybe you should just rest and go to sleep." i told her.
"what time is it?" dua asked.
"it's 7:27," i said.
"oh shit it's so early." dua said.
"well yeah we came back at like 10 and we just went shopping for a little, we could watch a movie or something!" i suggested.
"okay... can i choose the movie?" dua asked.
"sure." i smiled.

dua chose 'clueless' as the movie because she loved it growing up. she watched it with me once a while back, in like 2017 when we just started dating. i went and got some water for dua and some fruit. the amount of fruits dua eats is literally stupid. she loves fruit, it's the only thing she can't resist. she said that she had a stomach ache but i knew she would want some fruit. i have her the bowl of fruit and the cup of water and she groaned "thank you" in a raspy voice.

"i wonder what it would sound like if i sang right now." dua said.
"your gonna hurt your throat i wouldn't try." i told dua.
"i-i-i-i-i hallucinate, when you call my name, got stars in my eye-eye-eye-eyes and they don't fade when you come my way" dua sang with her sick raspy voice.

she sounded horrible but she thought she sounded okay for being sick. she literally started to hallucinate things later at night. it was 4am and i woke up to a random tap on my shoulder. i turned around because i thought dua wanted water or something.

"yes?" i said tiredly.
"why are ariana grande and dalton gomez in the closet?" she asked.
"what the fuck? your hallucinating." i giggled.

she immediately fell back asleep. i don't know why she was so weird but it kind of funny. she never really talks in her sleep but i could hear her singing and talking a lot. she said the most random things like "oranges are superior to apples, who do you think you are?" and sang stuff like "i'm on an island, even when your close.". i couldn't handle it but i just had to fall asleep.

......

i woke up and noticed dua wasn't lying next to me. i walked to the living room and saw her laying down and eating a banana. she doesn't usually eat bananas, i am the one who likes them, but i guess she gets random cravings when she is sick.

"good morning dua" i said.
"i feel like shit" dua said.
"do you want me to get you medicine?" i suggested.
"sure." she said.

i gave her medicine and she drank it like it was a shot. it was quick and tasted gross.

"i am kind of tired." dua whined.
"go take a nap" i told her.
"okay i will." dua said.
"love you!" i said.
"love you too" dua replied.