as we go along ( monkees imagines )

mike

"Lord Almighty, you're burnin up!" Mike exclaimed as he looked at the thermometer. He tutted and shook his head. "Listen, you're not leaving this bed right here until you're better."

"But I feel fine," you countered stubbornly. Unfortunately, your hoarse voice gave it away.

Mike chuckled. "You can barely get off the bed, sweetheart." From below, you two could hear the whooping and hollering from the other boys in the living room. Underneath the voices, you could also make out the hammering drums. He pushed himself off the bed and strolled to the door. From there he yelled for the boys to quiet down. The noise dropped immediately. Not even ten seconds passed and the ruckus began anew. Mike looked at you with an apologetic smile. "I'll be right back, Y/N."

You nodded slowly as you settled into the bed. This really wasn't how you expected to spend your weekend. Maybe you shouldn't have stuck to your guns and braved the rain like a champ. At least the present company wasn't so bad. It gave you an excuse to be Mike's focus of attention. Settling into the bed, you pulled the covers up over your chin. Somewhere between the hiss of the teapot and the boys' chatter below, you managed to fall asleep.

It could have been ten minutes or an hour when you woke up but the rustle of silverware roused you from your sleep. Your eyes opened slowly. Mike inched into the room with a tray. He seemed hyper focused on not spilling the bowl.

"Hey, sleepyhead," he said, a bit rushed. He flashed a nervous smile as he took one step forward. "Made ya some soup." A few more steps and he made it to the bed. Carefully, he set it down for you.

Aside from the piping hot bowl, you noticed a pink peony sitting on the tray. A small teacup with tea and lemon slices. A small saucer with a hastily peeled orange. Mike, tuned to what questions might flood through your head, explained, "I nicked that off Davy's bouquet for his date—it looked nice and made me think of you. And the tea's for your cold...honey and lemon helps. Oranges because...vitamin C."

Even in your fever induced haze, you enjoyed the gesture. A smile curled on your lips as you picked up the spoon. "You're spoiling me," you teased.

"Nothing but the best for you."