Little Mix / Y/N Imagines and Preference (Gender-neutral)

I Did Tell You (Jade) (Requested)

Summary: Despite being extremely sick, Jade just claims that everything is fine and straight-up refuses to take any time off to get better which concerns her boyfriend Y/N who continues to advise her to take better care of herself. This seems to be working until during one rehearsal that she suddenly collapses and is rushed to the hospital...

Y/N's POV: So, Jade has been really sick with a serious case of the flu for the past week and I'm getting really worried about her since she does even acknowledge the illness's affect on her and just focuses more on her music. She's essentially putting her career before her own well-being and health. I've told her several times to take some time off and rest but she just completely ignores all of my attempts, claiming that she's perfectly fine.

The sun decides to peer through the bedroom window, waking me up from a very pleasant dream but I got lots of shit to do today so in some way, I'm glad that it's a very sunny and warm day today. I roll over and there's my sound-asleep girlfriend, I peck her cheek before getting out of bed and heading downstairs to make us some tea.

Jade's POV: As the bedroom door shuts, it wakes me up all of a sudden and the pounding of my head returns from it's overnight holiday. I groan in pain but get out of bed and just deal with it, I have way more important things to be dealt with than my pathetic health.

I get dressed and just as I'm about to zip up my bag, my boyfriend walks into the room with two cups of tea.
"What are you up to, darling?" He asks me, looking at me with a confused look as he puts the cups down on the bedside table.
"Getting ready for tour rehearsal, it's Friday and Friday is tour rehearsal." I tell him, shaking my head at him and sniffling. "We've been dating for years, I'm surprised you don't remember at this point."
"You cannot be serious, Jade..." He tells me, shutting the bedroom door again. "You aren't going to rehearsals when you're in this state, you heard what the doctor said. You're supposed to be resting not working."
"I have more important things to deal with, I'm a singer, it's my job!" I begin to raise my croaky voice. "Stop caring so much about my own problems."

"I care about 'your' problems because I'm your damn boyfriend and your health is one of my main priorities! I fucking love you and I just want you to get better!" He exclaims, getting quite frustrated at me. "I called the girls last night and aren't you expecting you at rehearsals this week before calling up the studio and told them I have to take time off for a few days to look after you."
"Y/N, just stop worrying about me and let me go to rehearsals." I respond, completely ignoring what he is telling me. "My main priorities is this bloody career of mine."
"Not you are not, Jade." He tells me, blocking the door. "You are gonna get back into bed and let me take care of you."
"Fuck off, get out of my way." I tell him, shoving him out of the way and somehow getting past him.
"Jade Thirlwall, you are not fit to fucking head off!" Y/N yells but I just ignore him and head out.

At the studio: I arrive at the studio after stopping to get some painkillers to battle this damn head-splitting headache and it erodes quite quickly. As I enter the studio, Perrie, Leigh-Anne, Claud and the other boys just stare at me with confusion on their faces.
"Jade, aren't you supposed to be at home resting? Y/N told us that you weren't coming today 'cause you're too sick." Claud states, looking at the others.
"Yeah, but I honestly could care what he says, I have much more important things to deal with." I respond in a really croaky tone.
"You are not fit at all to be here at work, babe." Leigh-Anne tells me, giving me a sympathetic smile. "Jade, take care of your health please, head home. It's fine."
"Not gonna happen, just forget that I'm 'sick' and let's get on with rehearsals, eh?" I dismiss her, putting my bag down.

"Jade, we're being serious, your health is way more important than your career." Perrie states, grabbing my arm and giving me a serious stare. I shrug her off.
"Perrie, I'm perfectly fine. If this damn 'illness' is real, then I'll tell you but I'm fine." I insist and they finally give in and allow me to do rehearsals.

Leigh-Anne's POV: Me and Perrie have been watching over Jade closely since we started rehearsing and she looks extremely weak, light-headed and pale.
"I'm getting really worried about Jade, Leigh. She looks absolutely shattered but she won't listen to any of us." Perrie tells me with a lace of genuine concern about Jade's health melted into her voice. "What if she collapses during rehearsals?"
"Then, we need to phone a ambulance and get her serious help regardless what she says." I respond, glancing towards our best friend.

5 minutes pass, Jade's POV: I'm feeling really light-headed but I'm soldiering on. I can't let our fans down just because of a stupid illness. But then, the inevitable happens, my legs finally give out and I collapse to the floor, Perrie catching me last second. I am slowly slipping out of conscienceness every passing second until everything just goes black.

I wake up in a hospital bed, there is little to no light around and I'm hooked up to all these machines. I've really fucked up now...