Reneé Rapp Imagines (gxg)

you're sick (requested)

"Baby? Are you okay?" Reneé asked as she opened her eyes and reached over to turn the lamp on.

She had awoken to the sound of you groaning beside her and, instantly, she was very concerned.

She found you curled up next to her with your hand clutching your stomach.

A few beads of sweat gathered at your forehead and you looked so miserable.

"Baby, what's the matter? Are you sick?" She asked as she felt your forehead and her heart dropped upon realizing that you were burning up.

"I think I might be coming down with something." You whined. "Baby, I don't feel good."

"My poor girl." She frowned as she brushed her fingers through your hair comfortingly. "Do you feel nauseous?"

You nodded your head slowly.

"Think you might be sick?"

"Yeah." You said before you began to shiver as the chills started to come over you.

"Let me get you a bucket."

She got up and left the room to go and get a bucket for you to get sick into.

But just as she returned, your stomach flipped.

She didn't have the time to rush over to you and put it on the bed in front of you so you could throw up in it.

You jumped out of bed and hurried into the bathroom to get sick.

Reneé set the bucket on the floor right next to your side of the bed before she hurried into the bathroom and sat down behind you.

"Oh, baby," She spoke sadly as she began to rub your back. "It's alright. let it out, darling."

You vomited, getting everything out of your stomach.

It was agonizing and it broke her heart to see you so miserable and so sick.

And it seemed as though it was never going to end.

Every time you thought you were done, the taste that lingered on your tongue would make you sick again and it was horrible.

Reneé did everything she could to try and bring you comfort through it all.

She rubbed your back and let her nails gently scratch your skin, she held your hair back, and she whispered comforting words in your ear as she encouraged you to let it all go.

"Get it out, baby." She whispered. "I'm right here, you're okay."

And, after a few long and exhausting minutes, you seemed to be done.

Your stomach stopped turning, your mouth stopped watering, and you could finally catch your breath.

"Okay, there we go, my love. You're alright."

She kissed your head and continued to rub your back as you caught your breath and calmed down.

"I'm done." You mumbled as you flushed the toilet.

Closing the lid, you leaned back as Reneé wrapped her arms around you.

"I feel awful." You whined. "I'm sorry for getting sick like that."

"No, darling, don't apologize. It happens. You don't feel well, it's alright." She spoke understandingly and comfortingly as she continued to give you soft kisses on your head and let her fingertips brush against your shoulders.

"Can we go back to bed?"

"Of course, sweet girl. Come on." She said as she helped you up.

You made your way to the sink and brushed your teeth as she held you up since you felt weak and your knees nearly gave out.

Once you finished and you got rid of that disgusting taste on your tongue, she helped you back to bed.

You laid down and she covered you up as you started to shiver again.

"There's a bucket down there in case you get sick again."

"Okay." You tiredly and weakly replied.

"What can I get you, baby? What do you need?"

"Cuddles." You mumbled, your heavy eyes slipping shut.

She crawled into bed with you and put her arm around you as her lips brushed against your forehead.

"Get some rest." She whispered. "I'm right here, darling. If you need me, let me know. I'm here for you."

"Thank you, baby. I love you."

"I love you more." She said and kissed your warm forehead as you drifted off to sleep, feeling a little better and much more content in her arms.