TMR Imagines and Preferences

He Gets Sick- Thomas

Thomas backed into the kitchen large grocery bags in each hand, while you danced around to music on the TV. Your butt swayed and then you swiveled and sung along to the song, badly yet loudly. He let out a loud chuckle, and you stopped immediately, blushing fiercely. 

"I-I was just..." you tried to explain, but came up short. "No worries babygirl, but could you get me get some of this put away?" Thomas asked. His voice was deeper and his nose was stuffed up. "Of course!" you darted to the kitchen, eager to forget the embarrassment of what had just happened. Along with most of your normal groceries, there were also two bottles of cough syrup, three boxes of tissues, a heating pad, and a large bottle of hand sanitizer. 

"Something you're trying to tell me?" you questioned, balancing all of the supplies in your arms. Thomas blushed and turned away to put the milk in the refrigerator. 

"Well, I've had this thing, and I didn't know what to get, but I didn't want to bother you, so I figured I'd just get anything I could think of." Thomas choked out, blushing furiously at his incompetence. 

"Thomas- this is unbelievably adorable, but you could have called me, or I could've gone out to get the groceries instead. I didn't know you weren't feeling well." You walked over and ran your hand over Thomas's shoulder trying to comfort him. He turned and embraced you in a warm hug, resting his head on yours. For a few moments you swayed in the kitchen, love thickening the air. 

"Here, why don't you go and change back into your pajamas and choose a movie. I'll make you some soup and get the medicine, and then we can just stay in today, yeah?" Thomas pulled away from you and nodded with thankful puppy eyes. He made his way slowly up the stairs as you searched the pantry for a can of soup and some crackers. 

When Thomas got back downstairs, he went to the living room and searched through the movies until he found the one he was looking for. He slid the movie into the player, and you heard the opening credits for The Avengers play. His soup was ready, so you poured some cough syrup into a cup and grabbed a bottle of water. Thomas moved over on the couch so you could sit next to him, and he gratefully accepted the medicine. You leaned back and motioned for Thomas to rest his head in your lap. He made himself comfortable, and then pressed play on the movie. One of your hands found its way to Thomas's hair, and you played with it while he sipped his water. 

Soon enough Thomas was asleep, so you turned the movie down but left it on, as the good part was coming up soon. Not long after, Thomas began to move slightly in his sleep, mouthing words you couldn't make out. The slight movements turned to thrashing, and he started to talk, as if there was someone else in the room.

"NO! You can't take her from me! Please, take me instead, just don't hurt her, please! I can't lose her, I love her too much," he began to whimper, curling into a ball. You shook him awake, and he panicked when he realized that you had heard everything he said. 

"You, didn't happen to hear that, did you?" he asked, cringing when you laughed gently in reply. "Oh, how the tables have turned, my darling," you managed to choke out, struggling to breathe from laughing so hard. Thomas sat up and his face hardened when he went to face the TV screen, his arms crossed. 

"Well I didn't think it was that funny," he shot back, obvious hurt present in his voice. You realized that it seemed to him you thought his love for you was funny, and you immediately tried to get him to understand. 

"Oh, Tommy, no, I thought it was adorable. I promise, I didn't think it was funny what you said, just that you said it while you were sleeping. I love you so much sweetheart, believe me, I do." He still sat staring straight at the TV, his face unchanged. You knew you would have to spill something else, something you hadn't ever planned on telling him. 

"You want the truth?" you asked. Thomas turned to you with one raised eyebrow. "I'm not used to it. Someone telling me they love me, and meaning it. All of those times in the past it was a joke for them, and I'm still not used to you saying it and believing it's the truth. I'm sorry, I just didn't know how to react, and I figured laughing was better than crying." Thomas sat in shock, silent threads of guilt lacing themselves through his heart. "Thought you'd take it better," you mumbled, turning and going to throw away his tissues. 

"Y/N, wait!" Thomas urged, grabbing a hold of your wrist and pulling you back down into his chest. There were tears in both of your eyes, threatening to fall. "I'm sorry for overreacting. You're taking care of me when I'm sick, I should've known you wouldn't try to make fun of me." He sniffled and then leaned in to kiss you gently. 

"I'll get sick Tommy!" you exclaimed. 

"Good, then you can take off work tomorrow and stay home with me," he said, smiling and leaning in for a deeper kiss.