Imagine Type: cute
Warnings: none (I don't think)
Status: Y/n and Chris are together.
Y/n's P.O.V
"Y/n." I hear my name. "Y/n, it's time for your medicine."
I stir awake as I try to sit up but can't.
"Hey let me help." Chris says softly helping me sit up.
"Ow." I whine as I place my hand on my back.
I just had back surgery early this morning. Chris convinced me to stay with him until I'm fully recovered. He didn't want me to try and do my regular routine by myself. Even the doctors said I would need someone to look after me for at least two weeks.
It didn't sit right with me, because I'm stubbornly independent and having to rely on someone to care and watch after me was a nightmare in itself.
"Yeah, your anesthesia is definitely wearing off a little." Chris says adjusting my pillow behind my back.
"Fucking hell." I breath out as I try and get comfortable, which is impossible at the moment.
"Here." Chris says handing me my medicine and a bottle of water.
I quickly take the pill and hand him the bottle back.
"How long is this going to take?" I whine.
"Y/n you just had surgery not even 6 hours ago. On your back! A body part you use every day." Chris says sitting on the bed. "It's not going to magically heal in a couple of hours."
"It needs to hurry the fuck up." I said.
"Can I get you anything?" Chris asks.
I think for a moment and then I hear my stomach growls. Even though I don't feel hungry, my body's telling me I need to eat. I guess Chris heard it to.
"What would you like to eat?" He asks.
"Mmm, do I have any restrictions?" I asked.
"The doctor said you couldn't have anything like really churchy, like chips cause they could go down the wrong pipe and hurt your back." Chris explains to me.
"Okay, just some pudding, I guess." I said.
"Come on. A little cup of pudding isn't going to fill you up." Chris says putting a hand on my shoulder. "How does... mmm... pizza sound?"
"Sure." I tell him.
"Okay I'll be right back." Chris says heading towards the door. "Nick will be here so if you need anything text him."
"Okay." I said softly.
"I'm serious. Don't try to get up on your own." He says pointing at me.
"Who are you, my mother?" I said, jokingly.
"Yes sweetie. Now you stay right there. Mama will be back shorty." Chris says is a goofy voice, flipping his hair as he walks out of the room.
I giggle and lean back gently. A little time passes and I have to use the bathroom. Of course me being me, I try to get up on my own. But the moment I try and stand up my back starts burning.
"Fuck." I cuss softly.
I'm gonna have to swallow my pride and text Nick to come help me. I grab my phone and quickly text him. A minute later he walks into the room.
"Hey." He says all cheerily.
"I'm sorry." I tell him.
"Don't even start." Nick says, helping me off the bed. "We're going to take the stairs nice and low."
"Okay." I said, as he helps me walk out of the room.
With every step I take up the stairs, I can feel my stitches being pulled. And let me tell you, it burns like hell. I wanna scream but I know it will make it worse.
"Fuck. Why did Chris pick the downstairs room?" I whine as I continue climbing.
"He sucks at rock, paper, scissors." Nick says.
We finally make it up the stairs and Nick walks me to the bathroom. He helps me sit down on the toilet then walks out to give me some privacy.
I inch my pants off of me and then my underwear. I finish my business then use the sink to pull myself up, grabbing my pants and underwear with my other hand so I don't have to bend down to pull them up.
I wash my hands then slowly walk out of the bathroom.
"That wasn't so bad." I said, out of breath from the pain.
Nick smiles at me before wrapping one arm loosely around my shoulders and holding my hand.
"Do you wanna go back to bed?" Nick asked me.
I dread the thought of having to walk down the stairs.
"Umm can I just sit in the living room?" I asked.
"Okay." Nick says helping me walk over to the couch.
He helps me sit down and lean back against the armrest.
"You wanna watch something?" He asks.
"Sure." I said.
Nick puts on a random movie that we both haven't seen before. He grabs a blanket from their basket and throws it over me and him. He sits by my feet as we wait for Chris and Matt to return.
Soon we hear the door open and footsteps coming up the stairs. Matt and Chris appear. Matt's carrying a few bags of two liters and Chris is carrying the pizzas.
"I told you not to get up by yourself." Chris said placing the pizzas on the coffee table.
"I didn't." I said adjusting myself.
Chris looks over at Nick like 'she lying to me?'
"I've helped her move from downstairs to the bathroom up here and to the couch." Nick said.
"Okay." Chris says fixing me a plate of pizza. "Here you go."
"Thank you." I said taking the plate.
"What do you guys want to drink?" Matt asked from the kitchen.
We all answered then he brings us a cup with our drink of choice.
"Thank you Matthew." Nick says sipping on his drink.
They sit down and join me and Nick. I go to reach for my drink that's on the coffee table when Chris puts his arm in front of me.
"Eh. No." He says point at me before grabbing my cup and handing it to me.
I sigh before giving up in defeat.
"It's only for two weeks. Then you won't need my help as much." Chris reminds me.
"Okay." I said.
