Bad Omens One Shots

Sick (Nicholas Ruffilo)

Background: You live with Nicholas, whom you are in a relationship with. He came home from tour earlier this week, and one day he wakes up sick as a dog. Because of this, you take care of him.

(I might do a part two for this?)

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A day earlier

You're currently in your shared apartment, getting ready to head to the airport to pick up Nicholas. He was on tour for a couple months.

After you finish getting ready, you grab your purse and walk out the door. Shutting the door and locking it, then walking to your car.

You get in the car, starting it up and pulling out of the parking space. The airport is about half an hour from you, so it'll take a bit to get there. While you drove, you put on music that you liked.

Half an hour later

You arrived at the airport, so you pulled up to where Nicholas texted you to meet him at. He smiled at you as you pulled up, and put his things in the backseat before getting in the front.

As he gets in, you smile at him. "Hey stranger."

He chuckles, "Hey yourself."

You raise an eyebrow, and take notice that he sounds a bit sick. "You good?"

He glances at you, "Just a cold, I'm fine."

"Hmmm, we'll see about that." You say as you're driving out of the parking lot.

The drive back home was a bit silent, as Nicholas seemed tired.

Back to current time

It was the next morning, you were in the kitchen at the moment. Looking for something to cook, Nicholas stumbles in the kitchen.

You stop what you're doing, and look at him concerned. "Are you okay?"

He sighs, "I just feel like shit, I guess."

Stepping closer to him, he looks at you. "Why don't you go back to bed? I'll make you something to eat if you want?"

He smiles lightly, "Make my favorite?"

You smile back at him, "Of course. Anything else while I'm at it?"

For a moment, he thinks. "Some water, and something to take for how shit I feel."

You kiss him on the cheek, and rub his shoulders. "I can do that. Go back to bed, and relax, babe. If you fall asleep, I'll wake you up when your food is done."

He nods. "Alright, alright. I'll lay back down." Walking back to your shared bedroom, he lays back in bed.

You continue to work on making something to eat. Making now both of you something. A bit later, you finish, setting both plates on a tray. And of course, the water and tylenol Nicholas requested.

Turning off the stove, you pick up the tray slowly and walk to your shared bedroom. The door was open, and Nicholas was laying on his side, towards you.

Setting the tray on your side of the bed, Nicholas opens his eyes.

You chuckle, "Well hello there."

He smiles, "Hey. Thanks for doing this."

"Of course. Now eat babe." Laughing, he grabs his plate and digs in.

You grab your own food and also, dig in. After eating, Nicholas takes the tylenol and drinks some of the water. After you finished your own food, you placed both of the plates on the tray and set it on the bedside table.

Before you can turn around, you feel arms around you and pulling you closer.

You struggle, "Babeeee, I'm gonna get sick."

He smirks, "If I'm sick, you're gonna be sick with me."

You whine, "No fair!"

He laughs at you, "Oh, but it totally is. If this was a game, I'd be winning."

You finally give in, and turn around to face him. "Fine. I give in, you fucker."

He strokes your hair, then places a hand on your jaw. "Good girl."

You start to blush, leaning into his touch.

Then, you glare at him. "As much as I love when you praise me, we are not having sex when you're sick."

He chuckles, "Can't say I tried."

You place a hand on his jaw. "I will say, when you're not sick...we can definitely...do stuff."

He grins, "I'm definitely into that. It's a deal then."

Smiling, you agree. "Good. How about, we just lay in bed all day?"

"That's all I want honestly. And holding you, of course." He says, relaxing on the bed.

You look at him, "Same, I could use a day like this."

He kisses your cheek, and you place your head against his chest. For the rest of the day, you take care of him, making sure he feels better.

To answer the question, no. You did not get sick.