•Imagines and Stuff•

Sick

You quickly hobbled up from your bed and to the toilet, hoping to relieve the fluids in your stomach somewhere sanitary. Once your body was hunched over and vile sounds along with other things erupted from your throat, a hand placed its self on your back. It traced patterns until you finished, and slowly looked up to meet the gaze of Pj, the owner of the hand.

"You alright, love?"

"M'great, probably just too much dairy from the ice cream we made." You mumbled, stomach rolling. Pj understood, and disappeared out of site for a minute. When he returned he held a glass of water and some tablets for you to take.

"Take these and we can go cuddle, okay?"

You nodded, quickly gulping them down so you could curl up against Peej's side.