TMD: Preferences|Imagines|Oneshots 2

i don't need no doctor (a.b.) (requested)

(A/N: This oneshot was requested by 49ersFTW. I hope you like it! The song in the title is a reference to the song of the same name by Humble Pie. Now, on with the oneshot!)

       I breathed in through my nose and out through my mouth as I waited for the nausea to subside. I'd been sick for the past few days with a stomach bug and there seemed to be no relief in sight. I hadn't seen any of my friends or my boyfriend since Wednesday and I was starting to get a little lonely as my roommate had gone home for the weekend.

       I groaned as I shifted into a seated position on my bed, feeling my stomach do a flip. I sat still for a minute, not sure if I needed to reach for my trashcan before ultimately deciding that I was good. A knock sounded on my dorm room door and I slightly jumped out of my skin, surprised. I wasn't expecting anybody and I certainly wasn't in a state to have company.

       "Who is it?" I called out.

       "It's me, love. Can I come in?"

       Adam.

       I frantically sat up, temporarily forgetting all about feeling sick. "No! Don't come in!" I shrieked. 'He can't come in when I look like this! I look like something the cat hacked up!'

        "Why? What's wrong? Are you okay?!" Adam asked through the door, voice full of concern.

       "F-fine! Just...give me a minute!" I yelled back.

       I gingerly stood up from my bed and looked in the mirror. I made a face at my appearance before grabbing my hairbrush. I quickly brushed my unruly hair and threw on a sweatshirt to hide my days old pajamas. Plastering a smile on my face, I unlocked my door to see my boyfriend, Adam, standing there looking as perfect as ever.

       "Hey." I said as nonchalantly as I could as I leant against my door frame.

       "Hey, babe. How are you feeling?" Adam asked, adjusting his backpack over his shoulder.

       "I'm fine! Totally feeling better." I said but wound up cringing as another pain made its way through my stomach.

       "Y/N, you're not fine. Come on," Adam said, putting his arm around me as he led me back to my bed.

       "No, really! I'm fiiiine." I elongated the last word as I suddenly felt dizzy. I felt my legs start to give out from underneath me but thankfully Adam was there to catch me.

       "Whoa there." Adam said, helping me to stand back up. Setting his backpack down, he helped me get into my bed before covering me with my comforter.

       As he turned to reach for my desk chair, I pulled the comforter all the way over my head as my self-consciousness came back to me.

       "Y/N, what are you doing?" Adam asked with a slight laugh.

       I felt him try to pull the comforter away but I held it firmly. "I look terrible, Adam! I don't want you to see me like this!"

       "You don't look terrible, Y/N. You look cute." Adam cooed.

       "Do not." I said, grumpily.

       "Do too." Adam said, pulling at the comforter again.

       This time I let it drop. Adam was sitting there smiling at me like he always did. I couldn't help but smile back.

       "There. Now, have you eaten recently?" Adam asked.

       "No. I probably should but I'm too tired to go to the cafeteria though." I said, leaning back slightly against my pillows.

       "No worries. I got you covered." Adam said. He reached into his backpack and pulled out some soup in a sealed Tupperware container.

       "You made me soup?" I asked, sticking my lip out cutely.

       "Well, I poured a can of soup into a container. So, yeah, 'made'." Adam said.

       I laughed at his explanation but wished I hadn't as another pain shot through my stomach. I made a face of discomfort which didn't go unnoticed by my boyfriend.

       "I'm guessing that's a 'no' to the soup for now." Adam said, placing the container on my desk.

        I nodded my head before making grabby hands at him. "No soup. Cuddles."

       Adam let out a small laugh before climbing into bed with me, him being the big spoon. His arms wrapped around me immediately brought me comfort.

       "Better?" Adam asked.

       "Better." I said, snuggling into his embrace.

       It wasn't long before the both of us were falling asleep. Suddenly, my eyes flew open.

       "Adam?" I asked.

       "Yeah?" He asked, sleep heavy in his voice.

       "I-I need the trashcan!"

       "Oh shit!"

(A/N: Thanks again to 49ersFTW for the request! I hope you liked it! I'm a sucker for a good sick fic lol Requests are open so send yours in if you have them! That's all for now! Until next time! Thanks!!)