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Thomas comforts you when you're sick

Requested by thomasraggiwifey2 💖

You are currently out to dinner with your boyfriend, Thomas, at a cosy, beautiful Italian restaurant in the heart of Rome, just minutes away from yours and Thomas' apartment. This is so nice, and you're trying to show how much you enjoy it and appreciate Thomas for having the idea for you both to spend the afternoon here, but you just can't. For the past few days you've been feeling very unwell. You've been trying to push through and get on with each day normally, but as you feel sicker, it's getting much harder. You haven't told Thomas about this because you don't want to be a burden to him.

"Y/n?"
You hear Thomas' voice pull you out of your trance of staring out of the window that you didn't realise you were in. "Yes?" you reply.
"Are you okay baby?" he asks, his words hung up on worry for you.
"Yeah." you reply with a hint of hesitance as you put on a fake smile.
"It's just, something doesn't seem right with you Y/n." Thomas says as he takes both of your hands in his. "Are you really okay?"

You decide that you should probably just tell the truth, you figure that nothing terribly bad would come from you telling him how you actually feel.
"Well, actually Tommy" you begin "I've been feeling really really ill these past few days. It's nothing to fuss over though, I'm sure it's nothing but a stomach bug."
"Oh Y/n." Thomas says as he rubs his thumb along your fingers, almost as to console you. "Would you like to go home?" he suggests.

You do want to go home because you're feeling so sick, but you feel awful; you feel like you're ruining the dinner. "No, it's fine, we can stay!" you reply, once again plastering a fabricated smile upon your face, trying to appear happy and cheerful- the exact opposite of how you're truly feeling.
Thomas raises his eyebrows. "Come on Y/n. I know you so well and I know you'd rather not be here right now. It's okay, we can go home." You sigh in defeat as he puts his arm around your waist as his free hand holds yours and you both leave the restaurant.

Once you arrive home, Thomas takes your jacket and your bag off you. "You can go to bed Y/n and try to get some rest." he tells you softly before placing a sweet kiss on your forehead.
"Okay Tommy." you accept, as you feel that it's probably a good idea to try to sleep as your head hurts and feels heavy.

You carefully make your way upstairs to the bathroom so that you can get your makeup off before going to sleep.  As you get out some makeup wipes, you are suddenly plunged into a spell of dizziness, your hand immediately goes to your head before you feel sick coming up your throat. Moments later, you vomit in the toilet.

"Y/n?" you hear Thomas call out as you hear him rush up the stairs. "Oh Y/n." he says sympathetically as he goes over to you and rubs your back. "Let's get you to bed."
"I have to get my makeup off." you reply weakly.
"Okay, I'll help you." says Thomas as he helps you up off the floor.

Thomas takes your makeup wipes and gently starts to wipe off your makeup, his free hand holding the side of your face. "Gosh, you're so beautiful with no makeup on Y/n." Thomas tells you as he caresses your cheek.
"Stop it Tommy." you giggle as you blush and look away.
"No Y/n, you really are. Your natural face is so adorable and pretty."
When he says that, you feel butterflies do backflips in your stomach- he's the sweetest boy ever.

You then go to your bedroom so you can try to get some rest. Thomas tucks you in and then places a kiss on your forehead once again.
"Tommy? Can you stay with me?" you ask.
"Of course baby." Thomas smiles. He then gets into bed with you, his arms around your waist and his chin resting on your shoulder.

After a few minutes of staying like that, Thomas says "Y/n, do you want me to sing?"
"Yeah sure" you chuckle but with love- you know that Thomas isn't the best singer, but he's so funny and cute. He then proceeds to sing 'Niente da dire'. His singing is out of tune but it makes you smile and your heart warm. You giggle as he continues singing.
"Hey, what are you laughing at?" he asks.
"Nothing, your singing is great!" you reply, trying not to break out into laughter again. "I love you so much." you say as you turn your head to look at him.
"I love you too Y/n." he replies as he kisses your lips.