Chris Sturniolo Imagines

sick

chris gets sick but he's being stubborn about it. you and his brothers try to help him out.

status: you and chris are together!

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you were just doing your average thing today. doing some cleaning making your place look all nice and fresh. you were blasting music until you get a phone call from matt, making the house go quiet.

you furrowed your eyebrows because matt never calls you, he just texts. you pick up the phone worried.

"y/n, do you have the time to come over right now?" he asks.

"sure, may i ask why?" you say in confusion.

you, matt, and nick have a close bond too, because you guys started off as friends before you and chris caught feelings for each other and started to go out.

"your boyfriend is being a bitch to us. he's sick right now; coughing up the place, sneezing, throwing up like clockwork. he refuses to take his medicine the doctor gave him because he's stubborn. we have tried everything, but i'm starting to come down with a scratchy throat and don't want to get close to him anymore," matt explains.

"i see. so you want me, someone who has a high immune system, to come over there and help out your stubborn brother?" i say laughing.

"aye don't forget he's your stubborn boyfriend too," matt snaps back laughing as well.

the call goes silent for a minute processing matt's comeback.

"alright that's fair. i'll be over there in 10." i said, hanging up and grabbing my car keys. you'll clean your place another day.

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you parked in their driveway and made your way inside. their door is 90% of the time unlocked since they're always home. plus, who's going to just walk in randomly anyway. 

matt and nick sit up from the couch and look at me.

"y/n, thank god you're here. has matt told you what's been up with chris?" nick says.

you roll your eyes, "yes he's told me all about it. apparently it's getting him sick too?"

"not just him! me too. i woke up today with a runny and congested nose. i can't stop sneezing. if i end up having what chris has i'm beating the shit out of him!" nick complains.

"don't worry. once i get him better i'll make sure to get you guys' better too if your symptoms get worse," you laugh. "now where's the medicine?"

"right over here," matt says, leading you to the kitchen counter.

it's a doctor prescribed medicine they picked up from the pharmacy. it's supposed to take out whatever gunk is in chris' chest and whatever's making him throw up. chris has always acted like a child when sick, so this is almost normal, but you never heard him be this bad.

"okay thanks, i'm going to go to his room and talk with him. hopefully convincing him to take this," you say.

"good luck going into satan's room!" nick exclaims.

you shake your head smiling before walking into chris' room. you walk in to see him so pale sweating under the covers, but yet he's shivering. he coughs into his arm and continues to lay back down.

he looks up to see you walking in, "y/n? hey what are you doing here?"

you can hear his nose all plugged up making him talk funny. you love him and all but god, he does look terrible. you sit beside him on the open spot in his bed.

"matt called me saying you're sick and giving them a hard time," you explain. "so they brought me over here to help."

"a hard time? no. no not at all. they're the ones being annoying not me," he whines.

"look, take the medicine you didn't want to take from them. it's supposed to clear your chest with whatever is inside of it, and hopefully make you feel better," you say, passing him the medicine.

"no, it tastes like shit," he says, laying to the side with his back facing you.

"christoper, if you don't take this you're not going to get better. who knows you might get worse, and if you get worse, you'll see me less," you shrug, hoping it can have him change his mind.

"i still want to see you of course, but that medicine tastes like ass," he says, turning back around to face you. "i can get better on my own."

"not with this attitude you won't. take the medicine. whether you like the taste or not, it will make you better," you demanded.

"if i take it will you stop bothering me?" he says.

he's always so sassy when he's sick. lord help us all.

"yes. if you take this medicine i will stop bothering you," you reply, pouring the medicine into the measuring cup.

"now sit up," you said.

chris sits up now laying his back on his headboard. he takes the cup out of your hand and downs it like it's a shot, to get it over with. his facial expression shows his disgust after he drank it. he gagged from the taste and gave the cup back to you.

"see? now that wasn't so bad is it?" you said. "now, lay back down, drink your water, and get some rest. the more sleep you get, the sooner you'll feel better."

all chris does is groan and roll his eyes. he scoots himself back down laying his head on his pillow. you got up to leave and you felt his hand grab your wrist. 

you turn back in confusion, "what?"

"can you come lay with me? please?" he whines. 

didn't he just say he didn't want you to bother him.

without questioning anything else you take off your shoes and go back to his bed and lay down. you laid on your back and chris lays over you wrapping his arm around your waist burying his face in the crook of your neck.

"did i ever tell you how much i love you?" you felt his grin grow from your neck. the medicine made him a tiny bit loopy, as it said on the box.

"yes chris. every day," you said, rubbing his back while cuddling him like he was a baby. "and i love you too."

"no y/n i love you more," he says. he wants to be cute when he's literally coughing a storm.

you just smile and continue to rub his back. he tries to go up for a kiss and you hold your hand over his mouth.

"no. i don't want to get what you have," you laugh. you gave him a kiss on his head when he laid back down. couple minutes later, he was out.

matt and nick slowly peak through chris' door to see him knocked out on top of you. you look at them with a straight face and give them a thumbs up because it wasn't easy getting him to take his medicine.

they gave you a smile and mouthed 'thank you' for helping them out today. you nod at them and mouthed 'no problem' and they close the door again.

you know you're stuck there so you just try to get sleep too until you feel chris facing the opposite direction of you and covering his mouth with his arm to let out a small cough.

"drink your water," you said.

"no," he says, going back to sleep.

did he really just let out a cough right next to you then refuses to drink water? yeah you're going to be here for days.