dallas winston imagines

sick

"Are you playing some kind of game with me right now?"

"No, I'm not," you say glaring up at him.

"C'mon kid, just drink it."

"I'd rather die," you mumble covering yourself back with the sheets.

Dallas sighs in frustration. You caught a bad cough and Darry told Dallas to take care of you while he was at work. He was trying to get you to drink some medicine but you refused because it was gross and you had to drink quite a bit of it.

"Look doll, you've got 2 seconds to drink this damn stuff before I make you."

"I'd like to see you try, Dal."

"That's it-" Dallas rips the sheets off your bed and starts tickling you until he sits you upright and has both of yours hands in just one of his.

"Dallas Winston, let me go!" you squeal, laughing.

"No can do, sweetheart. I need you to drink this." You fight against his grip but it's no use. "Alright, open up." He presses the bottle pretty hard against your lips and you finally surrender drinking the medicine. You gag after you swallow it.

"Glory, that is awful!"

"Yeah but it sure will help with that nasty cough of yours," he chuckles kissing your forehead.

"I wanna go see a movie."

"I'll take ya to one once you feel better."

"Wana take me to one tonight?" you ask giving him a grin.

"You'll get even sicker, stupid. Just stay in tonight," he says starting to tuck you back into bed. "God, you sure do talk a lot for a sick person."

"I know you secretly like listening to me ramble," you whisper starting to drift off.