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In Sickness & In Health (Aether)

Shit. That is what you felt like. A constant headache, dry throat, stomach pain, and a fever just completely overtook your body. Thank Satan that Aether is the sweetest boyfriend ever. He never left your side. Even if he could get sick from you, he didn't care. Aether made you food, baths, and jokes to try and lift your spirits, but nothing could break the fever. You couldn't breathe at some points in the night, leading Aether to rush you to the infirmary several times. You would have coughing fits that would cause you to pass out, but the nurses just told you it was a cold. Aether was convinced otherwise and honestly you were too.

You lay sprawled out on you and Aether's shared bed. The ceiling fan is on high and the windows are open. Your hair was braided to try and keep your sweating to stop. You were only wearing one of Aether's Metallica t-shirts and underwear. Every slight movement of your head caused a burst of pain to fire in your brain. You kept a movie on the t.v. at a low volume because the loud noises caused more of a headache. Judge Judy was handling another idiotic case and you just kept zoning out while staring up at the spinning fan blades. Aether had to handle some band business today that he could not miss, so you were alone for the day. You huff, getting annoyed with the t.v. judge and sit up quickly, big mistake.

That dizzy, out of body feeling floods over your body. Your stomach grumbles, and you feel something coming up your throat. You quickly stumble out of the bed, nearly falling on your face. You slap your hand over your lips to hopefully keep the vomit from spilling out of your mouth. You slide your knees over the tile as you throw up into the toilet.

You barely ate anything today, or yesterday, or for the past two days. Your throat burns at the small amount of puke that was able to be regurgitated. You keep gagging, but nothing would come up. Your eyes watered and your body shakes at the pain, the fever, and all of the other factors. You become hyper aware. The tile grout imprinted on your knees and shins, the whirring of the fan above the bed, the television outlet buzzing from the overuse, the cabinet lights emitting a bright yellow light, and your strained gasps echoing out of the toilet bowl. You shut your eyes and rest your forehead on your arms which are draped on the toilet seat which Aether made a point to scrub down every time one of you used the bathroom. You take a deep breath, then another, and another just praying that you would be better after this.

You hear the door open and close, clearly the person entering was trying to be quiet, you whimper knowing that Aether is going to hate himself for leaving you now, "Y/n?" You hear him whisper, clearly confused as to where you were, "Aeth-" You try to respond, but more gagging takes over your words. He rushes in and quickly wets a washcloth with cold water, "Baby, get it all out, you'll feel better after." He whispers while gently placing the cloth on the back of your neck. You shutter and moan at the heavenly, cooling feeling. He pulls back your braids making sure that you don't throw up in your hair, that has already happened several times, "You're so strong y/n." He keeps repeating over and over while rubbing circles into your back. Eventually, the nauseating feelings subsided and you sit back on your heels, holding your hands on top of your head to catch your breath. Aether slowly moves his hands to the sides of your waist and guides you to lay back on his chest. Your head lulls onto his left shoulder, "Y/n." He says. You only groan in response, "If you were throwing up, you should have called me immediately." You lightly slap his leg, "Aether, I'm a grown ass person, I can handle it." You mumble. He laughs and sighs exasperated at your stubbornness.

He reaches over you and flushes the toilet, then stands up, helping you as he does. Your knees buckle, but Aether quickly scoops you up into his arms. He places a gentle kiss on your forehead and places you on the bed. He places his hand on your forehead, still checking for a fever, "You're cooling off slightly, love." He smiles, you only groan, "What do you need from me?" He asks, still keeping his voice down to not bother your headache. You make grabby hands at him, he laughs a little and checks his watch, "You have to take your pills and eat something baby" Aether says standing. You groan louder. Aether walks into the kitchen grabbing several pills and some saltine crackers.

You have had at least three water bottles on your night stand every day. He sits on the side of the bed, you sit up against the headboard. He hands you a saltine cracker, you take very, very small bites not wanting to throw up again, "Good job baby." He praises handing you the pills. You take them a few at a time and chug the water, your throat still feeling dry. He hands you one more cracker. You shake your head no, "Please. You have to have something in your stomach or you will throw up your pills and have to take them again." He was going dad mode. You grumble curses, but ate the cracker.

Aether set the small plate with a few more crackers on it down onto the bedside table, "Aeth, please, I want you." You whisper, making grabby hands at him again. He smirks and stands up. He takes off his shirt and changes into sweatpants. Aether looks back at you already falling asleep. He crawls into bed beside you and wraps his right arm around your shoulders, pulling you to his chest which felt cold, it was so soothing. You moan at the feeling. His left hand gently rubs your arm up and down. He gives you many kisses on the top of your head, and says how much he loves you after each one. You tried to stay awake and respond to his praises, but sleep won't let you. When he feels your weight shift to be relying on him, he rests his head back against the wood and falls asleep himself. He was very tired from taking care of you, but he didn't mind. He loves you more than anything else in the world. You are his love and his life and if you are hurting he is hurting. The loyal lover to the sick woman. Hopefully you could go back to good health quickly, keeping Aether stuck in your room only made you feel more helpless.

After a few hours, you wake up. You rub your eyes and let out a few yawns. Finally being able to sleep comfortably was nice. You sit up fully and look behind you at Aether sleeping against the headboard. You sigh, now feeling guilty. He clearly wasn't comfortable, but he still kept your best interest in mind and didn't move. Your headache has finally stopped and you let out a deep breath of relief. Aether stirs awake and you kiss his forehead as his eyes flutter open, "I love you so much, don't ever think I don't appreciate all you do for me love" You whisper into his ear while gently stroking your thumb over his cheek. He lets out a tired thanks and pulls you in for a loving kiss. You giggle at his sleepy antics and kiss him back.