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𝒉𝒆𝒉𝒆𝒉𝒆𝒉𝒆𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒖𝒑𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚?
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◆𝐈 𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍. (Y/N) was sick. I only had a cough, but he had a really bad cold. And, (Y/N) being (Y/N), he decided to not be cooperative with me while trying to care for him. This is why I shouldn't let him out of the house, even though I wasn't planning on letting him out in the first place. Currently we are having a stare down, fighting over if he should rest or not. He narrowed his eyes at me, trying to look somewhat intimidating. It wasn't working, I don't think I could find someone all scrunched up weird on the couch with Kirby music blasting from their Switch intimidating, but hey, at least he's trying. "I'm not going to go 'rest', that's lame. I'm doing perfectly fine right where I am." "But this won't help you feel any better! Go lay down (Y/N), you're sick." "Hehe, thanks." I sighed, disappointment washed over me. "No, not sick as in 'cool', sick as in, 'You sound like you're dying every time you cough'. I- you're messing with me on purpose aren't you?!" He gave me a smug smirk in response.
I love (Y/N) with all my heart, he is my everything. The love of my life, the center of my universe. But sometimes he makes me want to strangle him. I sighed for what felt like the hundredth time today. "If you do not get up and walk to bed right now I swear I'll carry your ass there." "You sound like my mom, but if my mom actually gave me love and attention." "Ugh that's it." I pulled him off the couch, carrying him bridal style. Well, was carrying him bridal style. He started to struggle in my hold. "Hey hey hey hey! The hell do you think you're doing, huh?!" "Hm? I said I was going to carry you, didn't I?" "Y-Yeah! ..I just didn't think you'd actually do it!" Oh (Y/N), surely you should expect me to pick you up, this is a cliché Wattpad story after all. He struggled for a moment, but due to his sickness he got tired quickly and gave up with a 'hmph'.
I felt bad for being sorta excited that he was sick. I wasn't particularly happy he was miserable and unhealthy, no. I was just excited to finally have a reason to dote on him and get to take care of him. I remember the last time he was sick, he was just as bad as he was now. Unfortunately I couldn't take care of him then, as well.. he wasn't exactly aware I was watching him a year ago.
Though he wasn't physically struggling anymore, he was still voicing his complaints. "Just because I'm sick doesn't mean I have to take a nap! Put me down! I'm not even tired!! I-", he cut himself off, dry coughing into the sleeve of his oversized sweater, he had a pained expression from how sore his throat was. My annoyed expression shifted to one of concern. I hurried up the stairs to set him down so I could go get him a glass of water.
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The ice cubes clinked against the walls of the glass as I handed the water over to him. "Here you are my love, make sure to drink slow." He gave me a raspy 'thank you', and took a sip. My fingers drummed nervously on the fluffy duvet. What else do I have to get him? More water for sure, would he want tea? I'm out of his favorite flavor though.. He'll probably also start yelling at me to go get him his huge bag of candy, as well as his switch. Maybe I could use those as a bargaining chip to get him to take his medicine? I smiled, yeah, that may work. Well, the candy at least. He's not getting that switch back until he gets a nap in.
A crunching noise was heard, and I looked back down at (Y/N). I bonked him on the head, "Stop eating the ice cubes! You're gonna chip a tooth!" He huffed at me and slipped another piece of ice into his mouth. "If you're forcing me to take a nap, I get my ice! If you're just gonna yell at me all day then go away." I paused. I know he meant nothing of it, but he was right. I was ridiculing him a lot. I hugged him softly and put my chin on his head. "I'm sorry love. I guess I'm just worried since you're sick." "Eh? It's fine. J-Jeez, don't get so close! If you get sick as well then who's gonna go get me stuff from downstairs? God, you're so stupid.." "Oh, I guess you're right.", I pushed off of him.
"I'm going to go get you some water and your medicine. Do you need anything from the kitchen, darling?" He looked at me as if I shot and killed his first born child. "Medicine? Like hell I'm taking medicine! You can go take that medicine and shove it up-" "Okayyy! No need to finish your sentence, dear. I get the point, haha.. Here, how about if you take your medicine I'll go fetch your bag of candy from off the couch? You're only getting it if you take it though." I prayed my plan will work. Because if it didn't, I'm not sure how I'll get him to take the pills.
He appeared to be thoughtful, going through his options. "Hmph, fine. I guess I will." "Great! Thank you, my dear." "Yeah, yeah, whatever. You're gonna nag me about it either way, might as well get a reward from it."
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I put the two pills in (Y/N)'s outstretched hand, and he reluctantly swallowed them. He looked at me expectantly, wanting his candy. I then handed the bag to him as well. He seemed to be satisfied then. I walked over to the other side of the bed, and slid in. (Y/N) didn't notice, he was too focused on unwrapping a chocolate bar. I pulled my hair out of my hair tie, my long hair falling onto the fluffy pillow behind me.
(Y/N) looked over at me, somehow already finished with the chocolate bar and now munching on a lemon drop. "Why are you getting in bed too?", he asked. "I can't take a nap with the love of my life?" His cheeks flushed, how cute :). "...no. No you cannot. Now go away." "Hehe, no thanks. Alright, goodnight my dear. Or- good afternoon? ..Have a nice rest, let's put it that way." He glared at me, shoving a gummy worm into his mouth.
Soon, after a few minutes, he got settled and comfy in the sheets as well. Not knowing in his tired state that he leaned into my hold after I wrapped my arm over him. I smiled, and fell into the black void of sleep.
