Woso imagines

Alexia < stomach bug

You startle awake at the sound of Alexia's feet hitting the floor with a loud thud, your drowsiness seeping into alarm as you watch her retreating body disappear into the bathroom. You're quick to follow her, stomach sinking when you see her kneeling in front of the toilet emptying the contents of her stomach. Her hands were clutching the porcelain bowl so tightly her fingers were white, body visibly trembling, a sight that has your heart breaking as you kneel behind her and reach forward to loosely grasp the hair that had fallen in her face.

For a second, she goes rigid at your touch, obviously startled by your sudden presence in the room with her. She has no time to even try and relax into your touch like she usually does before round number two begins. Your nose scrunches up and both the sound and smell as you wrap your free arm around her stomach, feeling her muscles clench and unclench as lets out a quiet groan of discomfort. It takes about ten minutes before she stills, and you gently coax her back into you with the arm still arm still around her waist.

But Alexia shakes her head, and you let out a soft sigh at her stubbornness as you place a hand against the back of her thigh to lift her leg and physically manoeuvre her foot to lay flat against the floor. You do the same with the other, easily supporting her weight for the short second you have to do so as you gently lower both her and yourself back onto the floor. You end up sat on your calves with Alexia on your lap, her body falling back against you despite her prior protest.

"Just relax." You murmur, the sound of your voice breaking the now quiet silence of the room.

Alexia's eyes flutter closed as her head drops heavily against your shoulder, and you crane your head slightly to get a better look at her face. She was incredibly pale, though her cheeks were flushed red suggesting a pretty heavy fever. Her skin was shiny with a light sheen of sweat, and her brows were furrowed as though she was in pain. She turns her head slightly, nose nudging your jawline and despite your concern, you find yourself leaning forward to press a soft kiss to her warm forehead.

"Let's get your teeth brushed, okay? And then it's back to bed." You murmur as you pull away, Alexia letting out a soft sigh as she nods and allows you to coax her upright. You stand first, flushing the toilet before placing your hands beneath her armpits to all but haul her to her feet.

Alexia wobbles unsteadily as you guide her to the sink, forcing you to stand behind her with your feet shoulder width apart to create a steadier barrier for her to lean against. Your arms were secure around her waist, though not tight enough to once again upset her stomach, and Alexia leans against you, hands shaking as she grabs her toothbrush and proceeds to brush her teeth. You hum lightly as she does this, your cheek flush against her shoulder blades, and whilst Alexia tries to smile, it comes of as more of a grimace.

Soon, she was done, and she allows you to guide her body around so she was facing you. You contemplate lifting her onto the small amount of counter space for a short second, but decide against it when you realise it would make your already significant height difference worse. Instead, you keep one of your arms around her whilst the other one grabs a cloth and runs it beneath the cold water. After squeezing the excess out, you flatten the material against your palm before beginning to gently wipe it over Alexia's flushed face.

"Amor," she whispers as her eyes flicker closed.

"Mhh?" You respond, wiping carefully beneath her eyes.

She sighs lightly, and you could feel the light exhale against your face. "I can do this myself."

"I know," you murmur, leaning in to kiss her damp cheek as you rinse off the cloth. "But let me look after you, okay?"

Alexia's eyes flicker open, and she looks at you for a second before nodding her head. "Okay." Her voice was barely audible, but due to your close proximity, you hear her just fine.