BrandontheLover one shots

Sick boyfriend

Word count: 974

Last updated: 25-03-2022

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'Just stop! Stay in your bed, I will be there in a few minute to make some soup!' You yell into your phone. You were making your way over to your car with a bag full of groceries as Brandon called. Balancing the things in your arm, a bag and a phone was quite the struggle. 'Just please, stay in bed, baby' You tell Brandon as you throw your stuff into the car and get in yourself. Brandon weakly agrees from the other side of the line and you hang up. You do your best to get to his apartment quickly but safely and after ten minutes you finally arrive. It's a good thing Brandon gave you a key to his place a few weeks ago. Good use for moments like these. 'I'm here, baby!' You yell across the hallway ass you make your way in. You put down the groceries on the kitchen counter, making sure you have everything you need. 

You walk over to his bedroom and the second you step into his room you feel how hot it is. 'Baby?' You ask as you walk over to Brandon. 'Hmm' Is all the noise he makes as he opens his eyes to look at you. You sit down on the bed next to him. 'How are you doing, sweetheart?' You ask. You place a hand on his forehead to feel the temperature. 'Ow, baby, you're burning up!' 'Don't feel good, I'm cold.' You sigh and run your hands through his hair. 'I think you have a fever, baby. Have you had anything to drink yet?' He shakes his head slowly. 'Okay, well. I bought some groceries so I will make you some soup. Easy to eat and then you also get some fluids in you,' you explain to him. He doesn't reply to that, his eyes close again and he moves over on his side. 

You leave him to rest a little more as you get started in the kitchen. You found a really nice jar of pre made broth, so you bought that to save you some time. As that was starting to heat up you got out all the vegetables. You gave them a quick wash before cutting them up into small enough pieces for Brandon to easily eat. You put them into the boiling broth and stir. As you wait for the soup to be done you clean up the counter and put away the rest of the groceries you bought for him. You also prepare some tea to put in a small thermos can for him, so he has something other than water to drink when he wants. 

A few minutes later you think the soup is done so you put some into a bowl and grab a spoon. You carefully make your way back over to the bedroom, making sure not to spill anything. 'Baby?' You ask as you put the bowl down on the nightstand. 'Got you some soup. Do you want to try to eat some now?' 'Yeah,' he responds softly. 'Can you try to sit up? I'll put a pillow behind your back and the headboard.' You take a pillow from the other side of the bed and put it down, helping Brandon sit up and get as comfortable as possible. 'Head hurts,' He whines as he finally opens his eyes. He looks at you with a pout on his face and you almost feel bad for him. Almost, because you know he gets very whiny and needy when he's sick. This is not the first time you had to deal with it, so save to say you're getting used to it. 

'I put some extra water in the soup to cool it down, so it's ok to eat now.' You lift the bowl closer to him, handing him the spoon. But, of course, he doesn't take it and lets out a sigh instead. 'You feed me, please?' He asks in a voice so soft you almost immediately say yes. Instead you roll your eyes and let out a laugh. 'Of course, little one. I will feed you, since you can't even do that yourself.' You scoop up some soup and lift it to his lips, waiting for him to open his mouth. 'Not too hot?' He asks and looks at you expectantly. You look at him in disbelief and blow on the spoon. 'Here, whiny baby. Open up for the spoon~' You sing song as you help him eat. You help him until he finished everything. 'Good job! If you want some more later on, I still have a whole pan full,' You tell him. You put the bowl and spoon back to the side and lay down no the bed. 'Come here,' you say as you tap your chest, signalling for him to lay down with you for some cuddles. 

'Can you please rub my tummy? It hurts a little bit,' Brandon asks. You nod your head and place your hand under his shirt, directly on his skin. 'I hope you feel better soon,' you tell him 'You've gotten sick quite a lot these past few months.' You think back on the amount of times he's called off a date night or just told you he was sick. 'Maybe we should get you on a little more vitamins,' you try 'You should also try to eat some more fruits and veggies. And not order take out so often.' You laugh. 'Think I'm just gonna have to teach you how to cook or sign you up for some classes. That might do you some good. You can barely cook an egg sweetheart,' Brandon lets out something sounding like a whine and buries his face in your neck. 'Don't start that. You know I can't cook for the life of me. That's why I have you.'

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