✰ 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 ✰

𝟎𝟐𝟕. sick

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your poor boyfriend has been sick for the past day now, and not getting any better yet. you obviously haven't been able to go see him considering he didn't want you getting sick, especially because of how bad his illness was. and honestly, you would appreciate not being as sick as he is.

you made sure to check in on him every few hours over the phone, asking if he needs anything to be dropped off for him. the only thing you've delivered so far was some flu medication; it broke your heart having to wave to chris from your car as you watched him step out of the house and grab the cvs bag. he didn't look so well, his face was pale and his cheeks were reddish and he had dark circles around his eyes. he waved at you and you frowned and blew him a kiss then drove away.

today was no different. a whole twenty four hours had passed since he had gotten sick and he still managed to wake up with a pounding headache and his sinuses all backed up.

chris stared up at the ceiling in his pitch black bedroom. he was convinced if he were to turn on his overhead light, his eyes would pop out of his head from how bad his headache was. he had taken off all his clothes last night except for his boxers because he was sweating like a pig, but just now woke up terribly cold.

he shivered, looking over to his dresser which he could barely see because of how dark it was in his room. it felt impossible to him to get up and grab a hoodie, he was close to calling one of his brothers to come get one for him, but he knew how pathetic he'd sound if he did so.

so, he heaved himself up off of his mattress and shuffled his bare feet across the wood floor to his drawer, then pulled out a hoodie and quickly pulled it over his head. he then opened another drawer and pulled out some sweats and put them on as well. he walked back over to his bed and collapsed into it, burying himself under his blankets.

damn did he miss you; wanted nothing more than to cuddle into you right now and make you hold him and comfort him. the only thing that chris thought could magically cure him was your touch. he was craving it, bad.

he let out a small, sad whimper as he thought about you then rolled over in his bed, closing his eyes to fall back asleep.

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your eyes fluttered open, the bright sunlight spilling into your bedroom as you rolled over and reached for your phone. you wondered if chris was feeling any better this morning. you really hoped he was. you clicked onto his contact then called him, waiting patiently for him to pick up. several rings later, you watched the video connect.

the screen on his side was completely black as you listened to the shuffling around he was doing. you cracked a smile, continuing to wait.

"fuck," you heard him curse under his breath. his voice was gravely and that was either because he was still sick, or he had just woken up. you guessed both. soon, your boyfriends face appeared on your screen. his face wasn't pale and flushed anymore, so that was a good sign. his eyebrows furrowed. "god damn, why is it so fuckin' bright." he groaned as his eyes squinted shut, then he lowered his brightness.

"hi baby," you giggled softly as you watched him tug his hood over his head. "how are you feeling?" you asked softly.

"like someone dropped a damn seven hundred pound anvil on my fuckin' head and left it there for me to live with." he grumbled. "i feel like shit." he added.

you frowned. "i'm so sorry, babe. did the headache start last night or something?" you asked, sitting up a little more against your headboard.

he shook his head, "nah, this morning when i first woke up. also woke up cold as shit which is weird because i went to sleep burning up i was sweating so bad."