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You threw your phone on the bed again 'cause you couldn't even respond to Mason's messages. It was an important game for him, but you had such a headache that you felt like you were going to pass out at any moment.
The day started well, Mason left home a few hours ago to meet the team at Old Trafford and you had agreed that you would go to the game because it was the first of the season.
A terrible migraine started to appear, and you took some medicine so you could go to the match and even then it only got worse. You had to lie down because you started to feel sick, and if it was a migraine like the others, you know you wouldn't be able to get out of bed for the next few hours.
Mason would be disappointed not to see you there, and you knew it and felt terrible.
Before you could answer him, you fell asleep, you had already taken two painkillers and couldn't help but fall into a deep sleep.
You didn't wake up until you felt Mason shaking you, the room was dark because it was already night and you couldn't even close the curtains when you lay down. You put your hand to your head when you felt it throb, and it was much worse than it had been this afternoon.
"Hey, what's wrong, babe?" Mason held you and sat beside you, placing his hand on your forehead trying to ease your pain. "Does it hurt that much?"
You just nodded, placing your cold hand on your hot forehead trying to find some relief from the pain. It was the worst pain you could ever feel, and the migraine had been haunting you for years and there was nothing you could do.
"I'm sorry for missing the game" you whispered, still with your eyes closed, and Mason left a kiss on your forehead. "It never hurt this much."
"Have you taken medicine?" Mason asked and helped you lay down on the bed again, but you felt unwell and held onto his arm as you felt dizzy. "Y/N?"
"I think I'm going to die, Mase" you started crying because your head was hurting so much that you felt like you were going to throw up at any moment. The sobs made the pain worse, you clung to Mason and he tried to calm you down by stroking your back.
"Shall we go to the hospital?" he asked you, and Mason was in agony as he watched you cry in pain.
He knew that migraine was something that haunted you and made you feel terrible whenever you were in pain, and sometimes you spent days suffering and Mason almost cried as he saw you suffering in the corners.
"Please" you agreed and Mason sighed in relief because you never want to go to the hospital, and he always gets worried when he knows you're in pain, afraid that something worse will happen. Mason became distressed when he realized that you were in so much pain that you wanted to go to the hospital.
"Come, I'll help you" Mason helped you up as he put a sneaker on you, your hands were busy pressing on your forehead from the pain. "C'mon, you'll get better soon."
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You sighed as Mason helped you sit on the couch hours after you left. You had to take medication intravenously at the hospital, and the doctor told you it was a terrible crisis, but there was no solution other than strong medicine.
"Do you want to eat something?" Mason asked, placing his keys and cell phone on the coffee table.
"Not yet" you murmured, still in pain but much better. "I think I'll take a shower."
Mason reached out and helped you up, and you walked towards the bedroom.
"Oh, I didn't even ask if you won the game" you said as you searched for pajamas in the closet.
"We did, babe, I gave an assist to Marcus" he said with a smile and even in pain you smiled, but you were sad for not having gone to the game. "What's that sad face?"
"I'm sorry for missing the game, I know it was important to you" Mason came closer and hugged you, leaving kisses in your hair while you hugged him around the waist.
"It's okay, love, I'm happier that you're getting better now" he muttered, and then you went to the bathroom. Mason followed you without asking, you had the habit of talking while one took a shower, or else you took a shower together. "Let me help you."
Mason took off his clothes and got into the shower with you, and it was one of the few times he just did it to take care of you and not to have sex.
He washed your hair, helped you apply conditioner, always leaving loving kisses on your face and shoulder, always asking if you were better.
Mason is so caring, he pretends he isn't but you know that whenever he can he checks if everything is okay, with you or anyone else, and that makes you love him so much because he is genuine when he cares for someone.
"Thank you for taking care of me" you whispered as you hugged him, and the hot water ran down both of your bodies and it was so intimate, you would never have that with anyone else. "I love you."
"I will always take care of you love, always" he kissed her forehead, holding her face with his hands and smiling. "I'm completely in love with you."
"Yeah, I think I'm fallin' all on you too."
"Oh you think?" he asked smiling and you shrugged.
