Original Sick Fics

Sick Boss

Anna has been working under Mr.Austen as his PA for the last 3 years, and all she has to say about the man is he is the rudest most obnoxious creature on the planet. However one things for sure the man was a workaholic. In the last three years working under him she has never seen him miss one day of work. So imagine her surprise when Mr.Austen doesn't show up for work this morning. At first she assumed he was running late or perhaps forgot to inform her about a work trip but as the day progressed she realizes the cause may be more serious then what she had thought. So after work she decided to stop by his penthouse and make sure everything was alright.

Anna stood in front of the door contemplating what she would say to her boss on the reason of her presence at his home. Why actually was she here it wasn't as if they were friends or even acquaintances,. Yet she still felt this urge to check on him. Mustering enough courage she knocked on the door. There was no answer she waited a few seconds and then knocked again this time she heard someone moaning in pain. She didn't hesitate using the extra key Mr.Austen had given her she opened the door. "Mr.Austen are you home."she asked nervously. A thud rang through the empty wall of the spacious pent house terrifying Anna. She quickly rushed towards the sound.

Upon entering the master bedroom Anna spots her Boss hunched over the bed coughing. He looks up slowly in surprised noticing her presence.Mr. Austens normally tan skin looks eerily pale. His brown eyes are barely open glazed over with tears perhaps from all the coughing. " Ms. Adams what are you doing here." he asks gruffly. " I came to check on you sir. You weren't at work today and well you've never missed a day of work before so I knew something was seriously wrong." she babbled nervously something about the man always seem to make her nervous. " You have checked on me you may leave now" he said in a clipped tone clenching his teeth his skin seemed t o get even paler as pools of sweat formed on his forehead. All of a sudden his leaned back and he began to go into a coughing fit. Without realizing it Anna rushed over handing him the glass of water next to the night stand. She took a seat beside him on the king sized bed and began rubbing his back. She could feel the heat penetrating off of him. She knew he surly had a high fever.

After he finished coughing Drew groaned in pain his throat felt raw from the coughing and his head felt dizzy he could barely keep his eyes open. His stomach felt like it was tossing and turning causing him to get horrendous cramps. " Are you alright" he heard Anna whisper worriedly causing him to look up at her beautiful face. Her beautiful green eyes made him want to melt into her arms in hopes of seeking comfort. He wanted to say no, he wanted to ask.... no beg her to stay with him and care for him he yearned for comfort but he did not want her to see him in his weak state. " I'm fine! " he said quite rudely. To be honest he did not understand why he was so rude to her she was probably the most caring person he had ever met. Of all his friends and family no one had come to check on him yet she did she came he thought.

" Mr.Austen I cannot possibly leave you at this state you can barely even hold yourself up." she said looking at him determinedly. He felt his heart swell in joy she wanted to stay with him he thought. His joy was short lived as his stomach did a flip he felt bile rise up his throat as he quickly covered his mouth trying hard to push the vomit down. He definitely did not want to vomit in front of her. But it was too late his mouth began to spew out vomit he quickly rushed to the bathroom holding as much of the vomit in as he could. Kneeling  across the toilet he began to empty his stomach. he felt someone rub his back as he continued to spew out the contents of his stomach. After what seemed like 10 minutes of constant vomiting he was finished his body felt exhausted he didn't have enough energy to get up.

Anna softly sighed she felt really bad for Mr.Austen. She rubbed his back and chest as he vomited into the toilet. He looked so pale as he sat on the cold bathroom floor. His face had a coat of sweat as tears poured out of his eyes as he continued to vomit. his shirt and hands seem to be soiled from the contents of his stomach. She sat behind him and waited trying to give him some type of comfort, thanking her lucky stars that she didn't get sick herself. After finishing he looked absolutely exhausted she wrapped her arms around him and allowed him to lean on her. At first he seemed to be surprised by her act but quickly complies burying his face in her chest and began to sob. She sighed and ran her fingers through his wet brown hair as she held his shivering body in her arms.