You moaned at of frustration because your throat was so sore. You were getting sick and going to the game last night was stupid. You lay on your couch and grab your phone to check the time. It was noon! You quickly texted your boss saying you were sick and sorry about not alarming him earlier.
You lay on your couch still flipping the Channels and messing with your hair. All the sudden a knock was heard and before you could get up Brendan came running into your place.
"Are you okay!?" He asked startled.
"Rarely." He could tell you were sick and felt your head.
"Well you didn't answer my calls or text so I got nervous. Want anything?" He said walking to the couch. You nodded and he asked you what.
"I need something to suck on." you said and Brendan walked up to you and unzipped his pants.
"Brendan I meant like mints or a cough drop. Sicko!" You said pushing him away.
"I know I'm just fucking with you."
Brendan drove to the drug store and got you some sprite and Gatorade and some couch drops and soup. You thanked him and you wanted him to leave because you were sick and gross looking.
"Bye babe." you said pulling the blanket up higher.
"Y/N I'm not leaving. I'll take care of you." Brendan said making you blush.
"I'm gross." you complained.
"You gorgeous and sick." Brendan said kissing your forehead.
