Keith urban sick Imagines (WATTYS2019) Requests greatly appreciated

Bronchitis

When Keith wakes up in the hotel. He feels super sick.

You and him are staying at during his tour. That's been put on hold due to a snowstorm.

Thankfully you had been able to make it to a hotel before it came. So everyone would have there own room and space.

Keith groaned and coughed hard as he sat up in bed.
He glanced out the window and saw the wind and snow swirling around outside.

He glanced over to see you still fast asleep. He coughed harshly and spat up mucus from deep within his lungs.

Immediately he grabbed a tissue to clean it up.
Then went into the bathroom to cough up more into the sink.
He felt awful and the day before he just had a sore throat.

Now he had chills, cough and pain in his chest.
He coughed and spat again.

Then rinsed out his mouth. Then headed back to bed to sleep and warm up.

He curled up with you and fell back asleep. Feeling miserable but hoping rest would help.

It doesn't.

Later when both of you are awake and heading down for breakfast. He's coughing almost nonstop.
His throat hurt, his head hurt and he felt like he was getting a fever.

Once you both get your food you both go and sit with the rest of the band.

You both dig in and enjoy your food. Keith eats as much as he can before his throat hurts too much to swallow anymore.

He coughs harshly then takes a few sips of water to try to keep his throat from drying out.
"Sore throat?" You ask him.

He nods and coughs. Then grabs a napkin and spits into it.
"You sound awful. Did you get enough sleep last night?" You ask concerned.

Keith nods "after we all showered and got ready for bed. I went right to sleep."

He says before he's coughing hard again.

You gently rub his back.

"I think I'll call a medic to get a good look at you.
You look like your not feeling well and that cough sounds terrible." You tell him.

He nods.

"Let's head back upstairs so you can rest yeah?"
You ask. He smiled weakly and nods.

Awhile later.

The medic comes into the hotel room you and Keith shared. Keith sat on the bed watching tv.
You both greeted the medic and Keith explained his symptoms.

The medic looked him over and said it'd be best for him to visit a doctor but it definitely seemed like bronchitis.

"I'll call a doctor and let him know what's going on. He'll be able to get a prescription of medicine." The medic said. You both nod and thank him.

Thankfully the snow had stopped long enough for Keith to get seen by a doctor and get his prescription picked up.

By the time you both returned to the hotel. The snow had started up again.

You got Keith back to bed and had him take his medicine.

You made sure he was comfortable then went to check on the band.

Then went back to stay with Keith.

Both of you watched the snow as it swirled around outside.

He snuggled close to you and was very sleepy.
He could barley keep his eyes open.

You ruffled his hair and massaged his scalp. He yawned and fell asleep in your arms.  You smile as you watch him rest.

After a few days of sleep and medicine he felt much better.