les sequelles - Eric Coulter 1

66. You're Sick

Imagine: Eric takes care of you while you're sick, and surprisingly, he's really good at it. 

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You wake up with a throbbing headache, your throat is painfully dry, your nose is stuffed, and though you just woke up, you feel absolutely exhausted.

You manage to drag yourself out of bed to go to the washroom, and clean yourself up a bit. You get out and collapse back into bed, "Eric! Can you come in here babe?"

"Yeah, I'm coming Y/N!" Your boyfriend calls back, it was his day off today, but he still decided to wake up early and do some paperwork. He comes into your shared bedroom, and looks at you, all snuggled up in blankets, "What's wrong Y/N? Don't you have work today?"

"I don't feel g-achoo!" He rolls his eyes at you.

"I told you not to go out in the rain yesterday, but guess who didn't listen because 'it looked so pretty'?" He says mocking you.

"I'm sorry mother," You say sarcastically, "Now stop mocking me and do something!"

Once again he picks up his phone and calls somebody, "Hey Adam."

You hear your boss, Adam, mumble something on the other side of the line. Eric tells him that you've fallen ill, and after a little while of convincing, he manages to get you the day off.

"Thanks babe, you're the best!" You say sweetly.

"Don't sweet-talk me, your fever is your fault," He says sassily, and you pout your lips.

He eventually leaves the room. About fifteen minutes later, he brings you a bowl of soup, along with a glass of water and a container of antibiotic pills. You take it thankfully, and start eating as he sits next to you in the bed.

Later on, after you awaken from a nap, Eric comes back into the bedroom, "How are you feeling babygirl?"

"Like shit," You groan. He walks up to you and starts massaging your legs, making his way to your backs, then your neck. You sigh in relief, "Thanks babe."

He hums in response. He places the back of his hand on your forehead, "Damn Y/N, your forehead is still so hot."

"Baby, I'm hot," You say cheekily, and once again, he rolls him eyes.

"Y/N stop," He chuckles, "Maybe we should take you to the infirmary."

"Let's not," You've always hated visiting the doctor, it's just awkward.

"Ugh, fine," He pushes you back into the bed, urging you to rest.

He leaves, and comes back with paper towel and a bowl of cold water, he soaks the paper towel in the cold water, and places them on your forehead. It feels amazing, and once again you thank him.

By the time night falls, you feel a lot better, surprisingly Eric was actually really good at taking care of you.

"Eric, you might not want to sleep in the same bed as me," You say, not wanting him to get sick.

"Not going to happen, I wouldn't mind getting sick, and spending all day in bed with you tomorrow," He winks.

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