You know what? There is nothing worse than being ill. Especially when you're in Germany. I guess you can't forget about the match against Lyon coming up. I need to be ready for it, which includes being ready to learn all the tactics needed and perfecting them as this is arguably the most important match of the season. I suppose that and the fact I'm too energetic and stupid for my own good.
Somehow, I'm not good at hiding the fact that I'm sick either because everyone else knows that I'm ill. That also means a rather tall, overprotective German woman knows it too, which will never end well. It also means that she's going to pull the 'I won't hug you for a week if you don't stop doing practice' on me and wont let me do a single second of training, let alone the match at the weekend unless i'm okay by then but even then she'll want me to be a sub to not 'overexert' myself.
"Y/N!" Lena's voice rang out the Wolfsburg locker room. Her suddenly calling out my name caused everyone to go silent.
"I'm screwed aren't I." I mumbled, which caused Jule to look at me sympathetically whilst Alex kept her normal face on, I swear she has a constant match face. "Hey Lenaaaaaa, what's up?" I asked trying to sound as innocent as I can but more importantly trying to make me sound less rough than what I feel but I guess I gave that away when I dragged on her name, I only do that when I'm trying to hide something or I'm in trouble and she knows it.
"Why didn't you tell me you were sick? I wouldn't have let you come here, let alone try to train! If you told me, I would make sure you were in bed!" She asked with frustration lacing her voice, passing me one of her hoodies and pressing a cold flannel against me and putting a hand to my cheek trying to figure out my temperature, like it would ever work. How would it work anyway because she's got a body temperature too sure, maybe less than mine, but you can't magically figure out someone's temperature by a hand on the head. It's also more uncomfortable than the usual smack to the head.
"I'm sorry, but that might be why I didn't tell you. I don't want to lay down all day." I mumbled, drooping into her slightly like a dead plant. That's how I feel right now. Dead. In response, Lena wrapped her arm around me protectively as if not wanting anything else to happen to me.
"You're so going to be the death of me, always worrying me one way or another." Lena mumbled before kissing my temple as my head dropped onto her shoulder. "It's alright, liebe, how about we get you home."
"No... we have training for the match." I mumbled into her.
"Too bad, I've already told Tommy we need to go, and if we go home, we can cuddle okay with heating and blankets." She said in a softer tone than before. This time, I didn't even need to think. If Tommy knows it's fine, right? No, it's not, but I'm tired and hot but cold, and I hate being ill. I nodded slowly, half asleep against the German women's shoulder.
The girls all gave a short goodbye to both me and Kim as I was lead to the car, almost my entire body weight pressed into her side, head resting against her as I fought for consciousness.
After a couple minutes of struggle, we eventually got to the car, and I was lowered into the passenger seat, my body shivering slightly. You would think that it was the winter, so I'm covered in about five layers. I wouldn't be cold yet here I am. "Hey (Y/n/n), are you cold?" Lena asked, checking up on me for about the tenth time in five minutes. She once again pressed one of her hands to my forehead to check my temperature and grimaced a little when she saw I broke out into a cold sweat while she had done my seatbelt with her other hand.
Even though I'm ill, Lena has always been a goody to shoes when it comes to rules. However, I think rules are made to be broken. That has also meant that Lena won't speed home so I can get into blankets but will go at the speed limit not over. I recon even if we got caught we could pay the speeding ticket you know being rich and all. The joys of being rich am I right.
I gave a small nod trying to lay down as much as I could in the car before Lena stopped my shuffling about and laid a blanket over me, which caused me to give her a weak smile.
I ended up falling asleep on the car ride home, not matter how hard I fought to stay awake, sleep won. It was a nice sleep, too. The last thing I saw was a pigeon or a seagull or whatever it was out of a window, only to wake up with the soft glow of the sun in the living room of our shared flat.
"Lena?" I managed to croak out, still half asleep. I slowly sat up before a huge wave of nausea and dizziness overcame which caused me to lay back down and curl up into a ball in a desperate attempt to try ignore the feeling of sick, feeling like I'm going to cry. I don't know why I would cry, but I'm going to blame it on being ill.
"Hey, liebe, you feeling any better?" She asked softly, placing down a small glass of water and some paracetamol. I weakly shook my head before smiling at her and gulping down the water and paracetamol.
"No. I feel like I've been hit by a ten ton truck and then reversed back over. then driven over again, " I say, chuckling, in an attempt to lift the mood from the serious atmosphere as Lena led down next to me.
As soon as Lena got comfy I shuffled into her side, digging my head into the side of her neck trying desperately to get comfortable, wrapped up in her arms, with her checking up on my temperature every ten or so minutes.
"You're comfy." I murmured into her neck.
"I'm glad you think so." She said as we both let out a small chuckle and ended up falling into a deep slumber not long after, wrapped in each others arms.
